Page 53 of Devanté
“Do you love me?” I asked with my mouth against her pulse.
“I do but…I don’t know. Maybe I don’t love you like this.” She shifted her stare away from me.
I didn’t move an inch. I pressed my tongue to the veins that ran beneath her skin then moved up her arm with more kisses. “You’re fucking lying, Blake. I can taste the way your pulse thumps under my lips and tongue.” I leaned in so close that our lips brushed against each other. “Tell me I’m lying. Tell me you don’t want this kiss and I’ll stop.”
“I don’t want a kiss, Devanté.” A few quiet beats passed between our breaths. “I want more.”
“So do I,” I told her, pulling back. I stood up and reached out for her hand. When she stood, I took a minute to admire her body in that dress, then I swept her into my arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
She let out a squeal while she locked her arms around my neck. “Oh my god! You’re going to drop me!”
“You’re not going anywhere. I got you.” I walked her into the bedroom and held her for a few extra seconds so she knew I wasn’t letting her go. Holding her in my arms felt right. Feeling her curves against me along with the smell of her soft scent made my heart thunder in my chest.
“When I put you down, I’m going to eat your pussy. Is that okay with you, Blake?” No words left her mouth, her only answer was a nod. “I’ll only fuck you if you want me to. Only if you ask for it. You’re in control, baby.” I laid her down and fell to my knees.
She was my altar. She was my answered prayers. I planned to worship her accordingly. I was tired of waiting.
I pushed her thick thighs apart and marveled at the lacy black panties she had on. “Fuck, Blake…” I said wetting my lips. “These are so damn sexy.” I shut my eyes and smelled her pussy, pressing my nose against her panties.
“What if this ruins our friendship, Devanté?” Her words were barely held together.
“I want this to ruin our friendship.” I pulled her lacy underwear off and buried my nose in them like a flower while my fingers found her slippery clit. I had no problem because it was swollen and stiff for me. “I should have known you’d have a perfect pussy. Everything on you is perfect,” I said, watching the way she glistened and throbbed for me while I rubbed her sensitive nub.
“Oh my god,” she whined rocking her full hips. I tasted her from my fingertips first. She was slick, creamy and so fucking sweet. I dove in, lips and tongue first. I was unhinged.
Licking.
Sucking.
Grunting.
I had no table manners. My meal was all over my face and dripping down my chin, slicking my throat
I pulled back and looked up at her from between thick, warm thighs. “You still worried about ruining our friendship?” I asked.
“Fuck that friendship. Put your face back between my legs, Jodeci.” Her fingers slid through my crop of kinky short curls, guiding me back to my newfound favorite place.
I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked soft and slow then firm and feverish until I coaxed waves of honey from her. Until moans fell from her lips like sweet rain. I felt her come while my tongue teased her clit and my fingers explored her tight pussy.
She was too much and not enough. I wanted more of her moans. I needed to feel her come around my dick.
I stood and shed my clothes, making sure to take my time because I saw the way Blake drank me in like dry wine. I watched the way her eyes darkened with desire.
Once I was naked, I stood at the foot of the bed, stroking my hard dick. “I want to see you, Blake. All of you.”
“I’m not like all the other girls you’ve been with, Devanté.” She knelt on the bed staring at me, letting her eyes stroke my dick in tune with my hand.
“I don’t care what the other women looked like. I want to see you.” I thought she would be shy and timid but the way she dropped her dress let me know I was dealing with grown woman Blake. Not little girl Blake. She was confident in her skin. She wore her deep brown complexion like she was on a runway and I was happy to be front row.
“You are so beautiful, Blake Remington.” Her breath hitched at my unabashed compliment. I watched goosebumps blanket her silk skin when I reached out to touch her.
I met her on the bed and pulled her against me. Skin on skin. She was so soft and full. She was more than two handfuls and I was overflowing with her. My lips crashed against hers and our tongues slipped and danced against each other. I tasted the corners of her mouth, dipping my tongue in for the sweet flavor of her.
My hands explored the thick landscape of curves, dips, and swells, splaying out before me. My strong fingers dug into her love handles while my lips, tongue, and teeth claimed her neck. I laid her down and settled between her thighs. The heat rising from her coaxed drops of precum from the crown of my cock. I rubbed the head of my dick along her pussy lips while I stared into her eyes.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” I told her as I teased her opening.
“Too long,” she panted, locking her ankles at my back.
