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His words dripped with sex. Choosing not to respond because I halfway knew what he meant or was referring to, I continued grinding. To my surprise, his words were accompanied by warm, roaming extremities that located my precious bulb without removing my panties.
“Makaiiiiii.”
“Better now?” He repeated the words I’d spoken moments before.
My head rose and fell, matching my rhythm.
“Yeeeeeees.”
My nipples hardened, nearly tearing tiny holes in the silk that covered them. I leaned forward until Makai’s chin was between them. Sensing my urgency, he peeled back the fabric with his mouth and circled my right nipple.
The straps fell from my shoulders as my body contracted, shriveling under Makai’s influence. The wine I’d consumed wasn’t nearly as intoxicating as him. There was no comparison.
“Ummmm.”
The quivering of my frame was a result of my pending explosion. I continued grinding my body into his but with more pressure and more intensity as he moved on to the left breast. My head fell backward, harmony riding me harder than I was riding Makai.
His teeth’s attempt to penetrate my skin caused a surging, pleasurable pain that was quickly pacified with his tongue. The two fought for residency along my neckline and collarbones as I chased the mountain’s peaks that Makai was lifting me to.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered as the first wave clashed against my lower half.
“That’s it, Mommas,” Makai encouraged. “That’s it.”
“Ohhhhhhh, God.”
A second wave forced me to close my eyes and brace for what lay ahead.
The walls of my vagina released a thick, creaminess that seeped into the seat of my panties. The muscles of my vagina began contracting, desperate for the semen of the man in my presence. It was a natural response in a woman’s sexual gratification process, but somehow, it felt as if the tightening of my muscles was an act created specifically for Makai.
“Ahhhhhh. Ahh. Ma—kaiiii.”
I slammed my chest against his, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Labored breathing and stiffened limbs left me paralyzed as the tingling of my lady parts intensified.
“Let that shit go, Mommas.”
His voice was groggy, deep, and full of desire. The hunger lay in the undertones. The thirst was within his range. He craved me. He craved us. He craved our unison.
He…
“Makaiiiii—”
My panties were torn and pushed to the side. Restricted access agitated him.
“Shut up, Glacier,” he commanded, eyes glued to my bald center as he repositioned me. “I need you to sit on this dick, Mommas. Your shit leaking.”
The raspiness gripped me by the heart, tugging it out of my chest and handing it to Makai on a silver platter. He buried my breast in his mouth, again, lowering my body until I felt the tip of his rigidness approach my snugness. Slowly, I buried his bone inside of me, whimpering as I adjusted to his girth.
With both stilled. At once, everything in my world made perfect sense. Makai made perfect sense. My attraction and attachment to him made sense. Our introduction made sense. Our timing made sense. We made sense.
Feeling whole and complete, I recognized the missing piece to my puzzle upon its entry. It solidified so much for me, leaving hardly anything up for question. Leaving hardly anything up for assumption.
Our lips joined as our bodies began to move in sync. Naturally. Perfectly. In sync. And for the first time, I felt as if I was truly making love.
Taking his precious time, Makai never missed a stroke of his tongue or a stroke of his tool. Together, they satisfied me in ways that I had never thought possible. They healed parts of me that I couldn’t heal alone. They awakened parts of me that had been suppressed or deadened for far too long. They resurrected my heart, stitching it each time he tapped against my cervix door.
This…
This was the definition of making love. This was the definition of taking one’s time. This was the definition of romance. This was the definition of falling—hard.
