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No matter how similar everything seemed, each one of them brought something remarkably different to the relationship. And I learned something about myself with each of them. With age and time and ongoing experiences, I’m so much different than I was five, ten years ago. Emotionally, I’ve grown. Sexually, I’ve blossomed and become secure in my sexuality. I know what I want, and need.
“You will be,” I tell him, pulling my overnight bag out of my walk-in. I toss a negligee in, then a change of clothes for tomorrow along with some hygiene products.
“Good. Now what time am I gonna see my baby?”
“I’m leaving now.”
“Cool. I wanna hold you in my arms.”
“I can’t wait,” I say, grabbing my purse, then heading down the stairs. I don’t bother looking for Persia, or saying anything to Paris. Why should I? I’m a grown-ass woman going to see my man.
Passion
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Emerson kisses the back of my ankles, works his way over to my other foot, massages the soles of my feet, sucking my toes, then the back of my calves, pushing my legs back and burying his face between my thighs again. Slowly he pulls the crotch of my teddy to the side, snakes his tongue in between the fabric and licks my sweetness. I let out a moan. I grab him by the back of the head, pushing his face and tongue deeper into me. Against my will, my body shakes and I’m cumming and moaning. He cups the opening of my pussy with his mouth and swallows up my juices, then makes his way back over top of me. I grab him, stare into his brown eyes.
He grins. “You ready for this dick?
“Oh, yes,” I whisper, lifting my hips. “Feed my pussy.”
He presses the tip of his dick up against my blit. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes!”
He kisses my clit. “Pull open ya pussy for me, baby. Let me see those pretty pink insides.” I take my hands, spread open my glistening lips. “Oh, damn! That’s a pretty pussy…” He dips his tongue in. “And tastes good, too.” He pushes more tongue in. “It’s nice ’n sweet…” I moan. He darts his tongue in and out. “Mmmm, shit…I wanna make love to this pussy. You want this hard dick, baby?”
I grunt. He knows it’s what I want, need. Yet, he asks the obvious, torturing me. “Yes. I need to feel you inside of me, now.” He moves from between my legs, getting out of the bed. “Wait,” I say, watching as he walks over to the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor. My pussy is frantic. “Where are you going?”
“To get a condom,” he tells me, pulling out a red wrapper from out of his pants pocket. I pat my clit, pinch it, watching him tear it open, then roll it down on his dick. His sheathed cock bounces as he walks back over to the bed. “I’ma ’bout to give you this dick like you’ve never had dick before, baby. You ready for it?”
“Yes…oh, yes…”
He reaches up underneath me, pulls my hips up, then pushes the head of his dick in. I gasp. Dig my nails into his arms. He flicks his tongue against the corners of my mouth, trails along my neck, then up to my ear. He lightly blows in my ear; nibbles on my lobe. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby…”
His warm breath, his wet lips, they taunt my skin. His dick, slowly and deliberately, stirs inside of my honey pot, blending my sticky-sweet juices as they marinate his cock. I want him raw and naked inside of me. I want to suck my pussy cream off. Lick both sides of his thick shaft, then bury him deep into my mouth. I resist the urge to blurt it out. Defy the urgent yearning that gathers in the tip of my clit. I reach down; press on it. Bring it to life. Heat surges through me as one orgasm after another erupts.
“Damn, baby, you nuttin’ on my dick? You got that pussy wet for me?”
I nod and moan. Grab him by the ass. Pull him into me.
He quickens his thrusts; positions himself so that his shaft hits my clit with each stroke. “C’mon, baby, that’s right. Give me another nut…”
I scream.
“There you go…yeah, soak my dick, baby…” Emerson’s cock pounds into me, his hands tucked beneath me, squeezing my ass as he fills me. I clench the width of him, crying out. Oh this man is fucking my pussy so deliciously deep. I hoist my legs up, right leg up over his shoulder, left wrapped around his waist.
“I love you, Porsh,” Emerson gasps as he explodes inside me, filling the condom. He says it again, kissing me on the lips as he pulls himself out of me. He flops over onto his back and I quickly place his pussy stained, covered cock into my mouth and suck off my juices, then pull off the condom and squeeze out his nut, coating his dick with it. I feverishly suck him off, savoring the taste of his creamy nut. I lick his cock clean, swallowing the sweet-saltiness of his seeds. He pulls me up to him, then kisses me. I slip my tongue into his mouth, sharing what’s left of his nut with him. “Damn, girl,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re something else.”
I stare into his eyes. Kiss him, again, long and deep, then softly say, “You’re not so bad yourself.” He holds me tighter, closing his eyes. I close mine, too, smiling. I’m keenl
y aware that I’ve fallen for this man. And there’s absolutely no turning back now.
Seven A.M., Emerson and I are in the shower together. I’m washing his back with a loofah scrub while he stands under the spigot, washing his front. His head’s tilted back. “I could really get used to this.”
“Get used to what?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
He turns to face me, kisses me on the tip of my nose. “This… waking up to you every morning and sharing the shower together.”
