Page 43 of Counting His heartbeats

"You'd be surprised at the things we find while sucking and licking down here."

Uh, what?

A frown forms, and my head snaps back from the words Jawaan isn't saying and I close my legs because Jawaan got me messed up.

"You know what?—"

Jawaan's big hands wrap around my legs, holding me in place before his head dips, and he sucks my clit in his mouth.

"Oh shit!" Throwing my head back, I pant heavily at the way Jawaan sucks on my pearl like a man with a point to prove.

My breathing quickens, and my hands grip the blankets while my hips thrust into Jawaan's hungry mouth. When a low guttural growl sounds from Jawaan, I look at him staring at me while he French kisses my pearl. Coming up for air causes me to have a momentary respite and my heart races while noting Jawaan's glistening mouth and wet beard.

Jesus! I look good on him.

"Your honeypot just gave me a reason to fall in love with oral sex. Thank you for the redemption, my baby." Jawaan's heavy gaze is on my pearl, speaking directly to her versus me, and ashiver instantly fills my body from his deep, sensual, and husky tone.

Then as if I wasn't already fighting for control, Jawaan's long tongue swipes my clit like an ice cream cone before he goes back in, alternating between licking, sucking, and pleasuring my lower lips in an intimate dance no man before him has.

"Oh God. Jawaaannn," I whine.

Again, Jawaan's eyes meet mine, never releasing my lower lips from his mouth, and my legs shake when my orgasm slams into me like an ocean wave. Helpless by the feeling Jawaan is giving me, I start squirting like a geyser while my head moves from side to side with tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. Movement causes me to close my eyes so Jawaan doesn't see me falling apart, but when Jawaan's wet lips kiss mine, I quickly open my eyes. Jawaan's gaze is a soft caress shining with love and adoration while his tongue enters my mouth. Tasting myself on Jawaan's tongue causes a dizzying current to surge through me, and my hands wrap tightly around Jawaan, locking him in place. I hungrily suck Jawaan's tongue, lost in the intimacy and aftermath of his attention to my pearl.

"I love you, Zurmani," Jawaan expresses in a husky cord while his hands move between us.

A lone tear slides down my face that Jawaan kisses away before slowly entering my center, causing us to moan simultaneously.

"Ooh, I love you too," I moan, staring into his bright, glossy eyes where his words from seconds ago shimmer like a shooting star.

My nails dig into Jawaan's back when his hips thrust in and out of me at a slow, rhythmic pace that has my chest expanding. The puffs of air coming from Jawaan's mouth feel like morning dew hitting my face, giving me a euphoric feeling that I cherish.

"You better get ready because I'm marrying you, Tigress. Our son won't be bouncing from house to house like I did. Our love is what's going to keep us from falling apart when shit gets heavy."

"Mm," I moan.

In, out, in, out, Jawaan's heavy dick pushes into me without hurrying, making it difficult for my brain to settle or fully comprehend Jawaan's declaration.

My legs tremble, my bottom lip quivers and my eyes strain to stay open when my orgasm taps me on the shoulder, seeking permission to make its entrance.

"I feel you tightening around me. Does my Tigress need to cum?" Jawaan's eyes sparkle with a feisty glare, leaving me unable to communicate when his hip thrusts increase.

"Ooh, shhiittt," I moan when Jawaan pulls out and thrusts into me while grunting, causing my inner walls to tighten, squeezing his dick.

"Damn, Tigress. Fuck!" Jawaan drops his head in the crevice of my neck, and his heavy breaths hit my skin.

I feel full and like I'm on the brink of losing my mind when Jawaan pumps harder into my core. Helpless, desperate for a distraction, and fighting the impending orgasm, I run my hands up and down Jawaan's slick back. Jawaan growls and grunts in my neck before lifting his head and staring at me hungrily.

"I love you, Tigress. Cum on your dick, love." Jawaan pulls out and thrusts into me hard, causing my release to run to the front.

"Ohhh," I purr with my mouth suspended and my eyes blinking rapidly from the intensity of my orgasm.

"Fuucckkk!" Jawaan shouts before my tunnel fills with the warmth of his release, invading my walls.

"Can I ask you a question?" Now that the dust has settled, my mind is returning some of Jawaan's words to its remembrance.

"Anything," Jawaan replies, running his hand up and down my bare arm.

Jawaan and I are in our post-coital state, with me lying with my back to his chest, and while the intimate space we're in is nice, I have questions.

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