Page 23 of His Secure Embrace
“Absolutely. If you’re cool with it.”
“C’mon.”
“Fuck all this shit.”
We’d barely made it into the house before I had her pinned against the door. I damn near ripped the black dress to shreds to get to her juicy ass pussy. She tasted better than anything I’d ever eaten, and I was a man with an extensive food palate.
Playing with her pussy in the parking lot of the drive-in movie was only a refresher for what I planned to do to her tonight. I’d broken several traffic laws as we made the trip back to my place. The foreplay in the car had a nigga bricked up and ready to rearrange her guts. She kept rubbing her manicured fingers against my neck. Not to mention, her scent was all over my front seat. I was damn near feral breaking traffic laws to get back to the house.
I lifted her leg up to get full access to her dripping pussy. The sight of her wetness made my mouth salivate.
“Wait. Wait.” Brielle put her hands on my chest to stop me from my next set of actions.
“What’s wrong?” I looked into her eyes for any sign of discomfort. The same fire in my orbs was present in hers.
“Slow down.”
“I’m gon’ respect your request, but why? Shit going smooth right now.”
“We should shower before we continue. I wanna make sure it’s fresh for your feast.”
“Fuck all that. Let me taste how your day was.”
“You’resonasty, but I prefer freshly cleaned coochie juice when I’m kissing my man after he eats my pussy.”
My lips pulled into a big grin. “Your man, huh? I’m yo’ man?”
“Don’t piss me off,” she replied. The annoyance was only present in her choice of words because her face held a pretty smile as she swatted at me.
I laughed. “A’ight. I’ll chill for now. I want to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible when I devour that pussy for the first time.”
“Whew, shit. C’mon. Let’s get the shower out of the way.”
“I’ll get some bottles of water to put by the bed. I’ma need you hydrated because I plan on draining you of all your juices.”
“James, please!”
“This shower you’re trying to take is really putting a delay in my plans, but I’m a patient nigga. Eventually I’m gon’ have you on the floor, across the couch, on the dining room table, in the backyard, on the front porch?—”
“Okay, you will not fuck me on the front porch for all your neighbors to see.”
“And why not? I’d broadcast that shit on every news station if I could. Let the world see how great our sex is.”
“We haven’t even had full sex yet,” she pointed out.
“I don’t doubt our first time will be amazing.”
“Me either,” she agreed.
The next few moments were a blur. The hypnotizing lust I felt made my moments away from Brielle a distant memory. One moment I was in the kitchen grabbing bottles of water, and the next we were in the shower. My mind ran rampant with ways to keep my cool as I washed her body and she washed mine.
“You made sharing a shower fun and sexy,” she commented as she wrapped her towel around her body.
“That’s how it’s supposed to be. Niggas be playing instead of taking the time to caress and memorize every inch of their lady. I appreciate every curve and dip of your body. I love every roll and crevice on you, Brielle.”
She looked away as her face heated. “You know how to make a lady feel special, don’t you?”
“Absolutely. That’s what I’m here for all night. You gon’ feel a lot of things.”
