Page 40 of Keeping Busy
“I feel like you are, Sweetheart.”
“Not in the way you think, Busy. You, and this music...I’m having a lot of sensations and I’m trying to process them.”
“Mecca, don’t process them, feel them. Stop fighting the flow. Cool?”
“Yeah.” She heaved out, and then I felt her hands on my back.
I needed a minute to regroup, because shit, she was regressing. Now, she needed to “process” the sensations. I grabbed the bottom of her sleep shirt. “Take this off.” I said pulling it up. She helped me take it off of her and I flung it into the darkness. “Make the decision to be in the moment, Li’l Mama.” I must not have said it as gently as I meant to, because her face kind of fell.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” I said softly while caressing her cheek. “I’m about to level the fuck up. I need you right there with me...leveling up. We’re about to figure out what you like, and what drives you wild. You good with that?”
“I’m not trying to be difficult.”
I stuck my hand in her panties, swirled my fingers around her slick folds, pulled them out and showed them to her. “Your pussy’s wet for me, Mecca. I know you’re not trying to be difficult. I know you want this. Just decide to let me take you where you wanna go. Trust that I’m all about giving you pleasure.” I whispered in her ear. “I got you, Baby.”
I laid her back down, and this time I got between her legs, pushing them open with my knee, before I made myself comfortable there. I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth, and bit it softly, before soothing it with a gentle suck, then I plunged my tongue into her mouth, while simultaneously plunging my hands into her hair and pulling from her scalp. I tangled my tongue with hers, teasing her and tasting the flavor of Mecca. Even with her tendency to disengage, she was addictive, driving me to want to be the one who cracked the code to her satisfaction. I tugged roughly on her hair, my tongue doing the opposite, moving slowly and languidly in her mouth. Guttural sounds escaped from her throat and traveled into my mouth. I deepened the kiss, and ground my pelvis into hers, which I knew I was gonna regret, because that type of thing would cause me to get hard before I wanted to, but I couldn’t help it. She was responding and that had me wanting to keep her responding.
I broke the kiss, and moved casually down her body, stopping at various points to place open-mouth kisses.
“Where are you most sensitive, Mecca?” I asked between kisses.
“My vagina.” She moaned.
“Not yet, where else?”
“Right now? Everywhere.”
I reluctantly removed my hands from her hair, because it was clear that her scalp was an erogenous zone for her, and I palmed her breasts. As a dancer, Mecca had a smallish frame, but her breasts didn’t get the memo, they were a large C cup or a small D. They fit into my hands perfectly. I fed the right one to myself, sliding my tongue around her pretty mocha colored areola, while being inundated with that sweet, buttery smell that was uniquely Mecca. While I orally caressed her right nipple, I rolled the left one between my fingers, pulling and pinching periodically.
“Mecca, how do you feel?”
“Good.” She sighed, her fingers were buried in my hair, holding me at her breast.
I gently nipped at her nipple, relishing its taunt peak, rolling it around in my mouth. I released her, and made my way south. When I was between her thighs, I kissed the inside of the right one, then alternately sucked and bit the same spot I’d kissed. I stayed there, repeating the sucking and biting, until I was sure that there would be a mark there for her to discover the next day.
“Aaaaahhhhhh.” She moaned softly.
I moved to the inside of her left thigh, searching for where I wanted to leave her a reminder of our shared passion on that side. When I found a spot, I sucked and bit her there, too. While I worked on leaving a second mark, I slid her panties to the side, inhaling deeply so I could familiarize myself with the scent of Mecca’s arousal. Deftly, I slid a finger inside of her.
She pulled in a sharp breath, treating me to a sweet hissing sound. I added another finger, while I sucked harder at the flesh on her inner thigh. As I pulled away from her thigh, I caught sight of my fingers buried inside of her. I’d promised myself that I wasn’t going to bother her vagina tonight, but my mouth involuntarily watered at the sight and smell of her. She was grinding against my fingers, as they worked her into a frenzy so I decided to let her rock and save oral for another day.
I climbed back up her body, my fingers still working inside her core.
“You’re gorgeous, Mecca. You’re so fucking beautiful, Baby. You should come for me. You should let me see you come.” I told her, before I swept her left breast into my mouth, and sucked desperately on her nipple.
I could feel the vibrations building in her body. I could literally feel them. I released her breast, so that I could look in her face when she came. Her eyes were squeezed tight, like she was concentrating with all of her might. She looked adorable, and mad focused at the same time. A few seconds later, her mouth flew open, and her facial features relaxed, but her eyes remained closed as she rode the waves, her body shuddering while she moaned loudly.
“Damn, girl.” I mouthed inaudibly, my dick jumping in anticipation as I watched her experience orgasm.
Slowly she peeled open her eyes. Slowly I removed my fingers from her vagina and placed them in my mouth savoring them, while she watched me intently.
“You taste good as hell.” I told her.
“You feel good as hell.” She responded.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
