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Stumbling up the stairs, we pulled each other’s clothes off, littering them all over my parents’ house. When we both stood naked in my bedroom, he shut the door, lifted me into the air, and sat down with me on his lap on the bed.
“Sit on my face,” João mumbled into our kiss. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting to taste you all night.”
He lay back on the bed and easily seized my waist, pulling me onto him. With my knees posted on either side of his head, I clutched the headboard and stared down at João, who spread my legs wider to sit my cunt right on his mouth.
Grasping my ass with his hands to hold me in place, João flicked his tongue over and over across my clit. I moaned softly and dug my fingers harder into the headboard, pleasure shooting through my entire body.
After grunting, he kneaded and massaged my flesh with his rough fingers. He moved one hand underneath me to finger my pussy. When he slipped his fingers inside me, I moaned louder and clenched around him.
“I want you to come on my face,” João murmured against my aching clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. “I want to feel your pussy quivering on me.” He added another finger and curled them right over my G-spot. “Your tight little hole pulsing around my fingers.”
“Oh God,” I whispered, my body tensing.
The pressure built in my core, driving me higher and higher. I grasped the headboard harder and threw my head back, moments away from coming anywhere he asked me to. Gently, I bucked my hips back and forth across his mouth, his slight stubble tickling my inner thighs.
“Just like that, baby,” he murmured to me. “Don’t stop until you’re dripping all over me.”
When he curled his fingers against my G-spot one last time, I screamed out, my legs trembling. The orgasm was so intense that I immediately jumped up to move his mouth away from my clit, the pressure feeling unbearably good.
João wrapped his strong arms around my thighs and forced me to stay down on him, his tongue continuing to move in quick, tortuous circles around my clit. Pleasure rushed through my body from my core, my pussy pulsing all over his fingers and dripping onto his lips.
“João,” I whispered, finally lifting myself off him when I finished coming.
He tossed me onto the bed beside him and crawled between my legs, his elbows posted right above my shoulders on the bed and his nose drawing up the column of my neck. He gently kissed my soft spot and positioned himself at my entrance.
“Fuck, Imani,” he mumbled to me, biting down on my shoulder.
After a couple moments, he pushed himself inside me. Unlike the last time we’d had sex together, he wasn’t rough. Instead, he was gentle and slow, letting me feel every inch of his cock slide into my tight hole.
When he was snug inside me, he moved his lips further up my neck until he reached my jaw. I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled his lips onto mine, kissing him softly on the mouth.
He pushed into me, his hips bucking back and forth in a steady rhythm and his mouth moving more hungrily against mine. Resting his forehead against mine, he grunted against my lips, making me clench on him from the mere sound.
“More,” I murmured against him. “Please.”
João pumped into me faster, pulling out all eight inches and pushing himself back into me. My walls wrapped around each groove of his dick, clutching on to him, desperate for him to stay inside me.
Grunting and growling into my ear, João crashed his lips back down onto mine and continued to drive into me. I wrapped my arms around his back and dug my fingers into the muscle, moaning into the kiss as my pussy exploded around his thick cock.
I cried out, sucking on his bottom lip and shaking underneath him.
João pumped into me a couple more times. “I’m going to come inside you.”
My pussy tightened around him even more, the thought of him spilling himself into my tight hole driving me even higher with pleasure. I sank into the bedsheets and panted. “Please, God, please.”
After a couple more thrusts, João suddenly tensed and stilled inside me. He grunted louder than he ever had, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. I stared up at him, pleasure rushing out of my body.
When he finished, he pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He rested a hand across his taut abs and stared up at the ceiling without saying a word.
I glanced over at him and hesitantly inched closer to him, wanting to cuddle. Nervously—because I doubted that he liked to cuddle—I placed my hand on his chest and laid my head on his shoulder. “Is this okay?” I whispered.
Instead of verbally answering me, he nodded.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” João said, pressing his lips together.
After I sat up to stare down at him, about to ask what was bothering him, he pulled me back down onto his chest, holding one hand against my head gently and stroking his fingers through my hair.
“Please. Don’t push it,” he said, chest tight.
“Okay,” I whispered, curling closer to him. “But I’m always here if you need anything. I’ve told you that from the beginning.”
“I know.” He blew out a breath, relaxing slightly underneath me. “I know, Imani.”
