Page 27 of Sun Kissed Moments

Smiling, I could almost hear my mama shedding tears of joy.

“We can do that, baby,” I answered her.

The bright smile in her eyes was confirmation that this journey between me and Justina was just the beginning.

The next day I woke up sick to my stomach. Not because I was actually sick. Leaving Justina felt like I was tearing my heart out of my chest. I confessed that I loved her yesterday, and she hadn’t returned the favor. Not even after we made love last night. I wouldn’t get it in my head that it was too soon to tell her I loved her. Shit, that was how I felt.

We’d made love once this morning and had only been sleeping an hour before reawakening with the sun. Justina stirred against me, which was all it took for my dick to stand to attention. She felt him and rubbed her body against me. Without the slightest thought, I positioned her atop my body.

She sat on my dick, filling herself with me. My fingers dug into the swell of her hips as she stretched like a cat. Her nails grazed over my chest as she peered down at me. Then her hands circled my wrists. Pleased that she remembered what I said the first time we had lunch, I bit into my bottom lip and groaned.

Leaning down, she kissed my lips. Our tongues locked and dueled over who could be more seductive. She won. Her tongue played with my tongue the same way mine had played in her pussy too many times to count.

She kissed her way over to my neck and kissed along my tattoos. All the while, my fingers dragged across her hips and to her thighs, then back again. Her hisses were the fuel lighting a path to my dick, growing stronger inside of her heated flesh.

Kissing the tip of my ear, she whispered, “When I’m done spilling my cum all over you, I’m going to clean myself off you. Is that okay with you, baby?”

I groaned deep in my throat and rewarded her with a fire as smack to her ass. She gasped, then giggled as her hips flexed. Immediately, I knew I wasn’t gon’ last in this shit. I leaned up and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Her hands held me steadily as I sucked her deeper.

“Ooohhh…” she moaned.

Her slippery wet pussy tugged me, inciting illicit shit to flow through my brain.

“I can’t wait to nut down yo’ throat, baby,” I told her while moving to the other nipple. My fingers slid down the crack of her ass and toyed with her hole. She began bouncing on my dick and moaning louder as the tip of my finger made its entry. I popped her titty out of my mouth as her head flung back. “Ohhh… You ain’t never had it in you like this, Justina?” The thought thrilled the fuck out of me. “I’ma tear this muhfucka up real good, baby.”

“Dane!” she cried.

“You gon’ think about me while I’m gone?”

“Yes!” she panted.

“Every minute?”

“Yes!”

“Promise me,” I demanded.

“I promise, baby!”

“Come for me,” I commanded, unable to hold on much longer.

Like a fucking switch went off, her pussy clamped hard around my dick and exploded. I lay back, gripped her hips and pumped up into her, drawing her orgasm out even harder.

“Fuck!” I swore, feeling my nut dangerously close to erupting. “Justina!” I had to let my baby’s release last as long as she needed me to. As her pussy continued to grip me, I called her name repeatedly. Suddenly, she slid off me. Before I could think anything, my dick was down her throat.

Shit, I had never felt anything like this. Her tongue was silky as fuck, and her suction was perfect. She moaned against my tip, sending shards of fire up my abdomen and spine. My heart raced. Blood rushed through my ears. All I could do was hold my baby’s head steady as my eyes watered in both confusion and pure, uncut ecstasy.

“Justina…” Her name was a whispered plea. Feeling wetness along my temples was like another match that lit a fire in me.

“Mmm,” she moaned, sealing the deal.

I came so fucking hard, I know I passed the fuck out. Still, somewhere in my comatose state, I heard my woman tell me that she loved me.

Later that day, I arrived in Atlanta, eager to see Hannah. I walked into her hospital room and found her asleep. Instead of waking her, I pulled a seat up, sat by her bedside, and prayed over my sister. I prayed that she would fight and prayed that she would see the goodness this world still had in store for her. Grief wanted to destroy my sister. I prayed love would one day restore her.

The next day…

Now that Dane was gone, I was left to figure out what the hell to do with the last few days of my stay. Between the spa, the pool, and sitting by the water, I found myself relaxed yet bored as hell. Dane’s presence was sorely missed.