Page 7 of Saint Baptiste 2

I kissed the inside of her thigh and slid my hand between her legs. She shuddered when my fingers found her drenched clit. I toyed with it; gave it delicate strokes, pressed down and circled it. Drove her fuckin’ crazy.

“Like I can see through you, amou? That’s how I look at you?”

“You know you do,” she said through a light whimper.

Naoki had been full of surprises. I didn’t know this version of her. It was as if we were meeting for the first time. Her completely free, without the burden of those rocky ass walls. And hell, me without mine.

“Can you?” She asked through a moan.

“Mmmh,” I mumbled lifting my cream drenched fingers to my lips. With a grunt, I licked them clean. I couldn’t help myself. She was fuckin’ delectable. “Yes,” I honestly told her before slipping two fingers inside of her. She gasped and moaned the minute I found that spongey part of her pussy.

I took her nipple between my teeth and played in that pulsating puddle between her thighs, softly running my thumb over her clit. She shivered and grabbed the back of my neck, urging me to bite harder. I didn’t. It was over for that shit. I didn’t have it in me to be anything but gentle with her. After what I’d done... after what I’d almost done...that was all I wanted to do. She told me to punish her. Said she had been a bad girl who deserved it. But I wasn’t on that type of time with her. I didn’t want to punish her. This wasn’t a game. I didn’t want to control anything, anymore. I was done with that shit.

Naoki hadn’t been a bad girl. She didn’t deserve to be punished. She hadn’t done shit wrong. Niggas would think since I walked in this bitch and found her somewhat decent without a dick in her mouth, I’d be on another power trip. I’d taken enough of those. If she was anybody else, punishment would’ve sufficed. I would have had her on her knees, begging for forgiveness ten minutes ago. But she was Naoki—my Oki. And she didn’t deserve to be punished.

What I did was punishment enough. She was fragile. People didn’t create walls, and boxes, and rules and cry in their dreams without reason. She was delicate. I handled her with care for that purpose alone. Tonight, I completely ignored the fragile sticker that only I could see because I couldn’t move past my own fragility. I almost broke her. I didn’t just walk into the room and find her somewhat decent without a dick in her mouth. I found her on the brink of completely shattering and that was because of me. I didn’t take pleasure in that.

“Eyes open, cheri,” I whispered as she arched her back.

“No—”

“Eyes... Open,” I demanded, circling her clit with my thumb. She opened them and I bit down on my bottom lip with a grunt. “Uh huh.”

The minute her eyes met mine, I was stuck. Mesmerized not only by her beauty but ‘everything’ that lied beneath it. We stayed connected like that for a while. Eye to eye. Her moaning, me caressing the velvety, creamy walls of her pussy.

After a minute, I stopped playing in her pussy and just… stayed there. Not because I wanted to. I was mesmerized. Completely. Trapped... in whatever web she had me in. I wondered if she hadn’t looked away because she was stuck too. She didn’t go scrambling for them weak ass walls. She just... let me be. Let us be. Naoki didn’t do this. She never let me stay long. However, tonight was different. Tonight, she let me stay and time stood still. Time stood still and everything in and outside of the room disappear. Nothing existed. Nothing but us. I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing. I was in a trance. Stuck. The feeling was euphoric. Intoxicating. A high like I’d never experienced before, and a nigga had smoked some of the best weed.

“Did you take enough?” She whispered before turning her head to look away.

Gripping her chin, I turned her head and forced her eyes back to me. “Not yet.”

I leaned down, kissed her, and the fingers inside of her came alive again. Closing my eyes, I relished in the sounds her pussy made. She wrapped her arms around my neck, deepened the kiss, and moaned into my mouth. Mèd. This fucking woman. Slowly, I pulled my fingers from that pulsating puddle between her legs and brought them up to my lips to suck them clean.

Of course I hadn’t taken enough. I wanted everything. Wanted to devour every part of her. I wasn’t satisfied with bits and pieces, I wanted all of it. The thing about that was, I always wanted it. There wasn’t a time that I didn’t want it. Even in the middle of having it, I wanted more. She made me greedy. My hunger for Naoki was and always would be insatiable. Now especially, since I knew that once this moment ended, I’d die hungry for her.

I took my time. Gave her slow, deliberate kisses on the side of her neck that made her moan. She gripped the back of my neck, and I kissed her again, hungry for the sound of her too. I didn’t lie when I said I wanted it all. Every sound. Every stroke of her soft hands against my skin. Every little detail was stored into my mental for safekeeping to untuck for the times I would miss her most. Which would be every fucking day. Every got damn hour on the hour. Minute on the minute. Second on the second.

I was fuckin’ obsessed. Nah. I wasn’t just obsessed. I loved her. I didn’t know much about it, but what I did know was that if I was given a choice, I would always choose her, regardless of who she was up against. Exactly as she was. Night terrors, feeble walls, bad attitude, and all. That was evidence enough.

I knew for a minute. Just had a hard ass time admitting it—even if it was to myself. Tonight, I said fuck it and threw in the white flag. Decided to surrender. I couldn’t fight it anymore. Tonight, my feelings were loud as fuck. I wore them on my skin. I didn’t just want her to see how much I loved her. I wanted her to feel it. Wanted the air to be thick with it. And when we kissed, I wanted her to taste it. I wanted to be very clear about the way I felt about Naoki Childs. And I would be. Eventually, she wouldn’t be the only one to feel me; everyone would. However, this moment was about us. I had to savor it... hold on to it for as long as I could. Because I knew Naoki well enough to know that once the night ended, there wouldn’t be another one like it again.

I was the villain, remember?

With that knowledge, the only choice I had was to take my time. I had to savor every little moment. So, when I touched her, I felt her. When I kissed her, I kissed her. Licked my lips each time so her taste would excite my tastebuds and send the memory straight to that little keepsake box in my brain. I never wanted to forget what she tasted like. I wondered if she knew. Wondered if she could feel just how deliberate every tongue swipe across her skin had been.

She went for my belt buckle. I stopped her. I didn’t want my dick sucked. Didn’t give a fuck about that. This was about her. I was studying her. Intentionally tracing my tongue over every single piece of skin I could. Counting moles and those tiger stripes too. I said I didn’t want to forget... didn’t I?

She sat up on her elbows and went for my belt buckle, again.

“Lay down.”

“Oh, but I can’t suck?—”

“Not right now,” I interrupted as I came up out of my pants. “Lay down.”

She didn’t protest. I didn’t know if it was the moment, the look on my face, or the tone I gave her, but she shut her ass up and laid back down. I wanted us to stay where we were. I hadn’t mentioned them bitch ass niggas, and I didn’t want her to mention ol’ girl. None of them muthafuckas mattered. Nobody outside of this room mattered. They didn’t even fuckin’ exist. I wanted to stay here for a minute. Inside of the lil’ illusion I created. Slipping would ruin the moment. I didn’t want that. And neither did she. Naoki was just... she was rough around the edges. Vulnerability scared her. Shit... it scared me too but what scared me more than that was losing the moment too soon.

I positioned myself back between her legs. Gripping the back of the left one, I bent her knee just enough. She was panting again. Full of anticipation. Her pussy was... beautiful. Glistening. Creaming. Inviting. My dick wanted parts, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste her again.

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