Page 189 of Not My Type
every second that rolls by.
His hands find my ass, but I like the dominant feel right now. “I’m not ready to be submissive for you yet baby,” I clench around him, something I noticed he’s weak to.
He keeps slapping my ass. I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear, whispering his name. “Nickoi..” he tenses beneath me, and I feel a thrill to my effect on him.
My hips begin to move, slowly at first, a teasing grind that pulls a low, guttural sound from his throat. Yeah gyal! I circle my hips, feeling him deep within me, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. His eyes lock with mine, dark and intense, as if he’s trying to guess my next move. I watch as his jaw clenches, his breathing comes in shallow gasps, but I keepthe rhythm slow, steady, wanting to draw out every single moment. I could feel his muscles tensing beneath me, his body coiled tightly like a spring ready to snap, but I’m not done yet.
I use my index finger to lift his chin, his beard brushes against my palm. I press my hand against his chest, holding him down as I lean back, my head tilting up as I let the pleasure ripple through me. It’s the most silent we’ve been, just dumbstruck by how great this feels. Whew! His hand slides up to my thighs, over my hips, but I catch his wrists, pinning them to the mattress beside me. His eyes flash with something wild.
“Dem sup’m yah yuh like,” I smile.
“Jah know mi love see yuh like this... need fi see this side a yuh more, yer that?” he slaps my ass, the sound of his palm against my flesh echoes.
I lean forward again, bringing my lips close to his, close enough to feel his breath on my skin, but I don’t kiss him. Not yet.
“Yaw play with man?” he grabs my throat.
I want to hear him ask for it, but instead, I keep the pace agonizingly slow, grinding against him, feeling every inch of him as I ride him. His eyes darken, his breath quickening. I just know he’s close to losing control. He’s right on the edge. I can tell by his eyes, the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers twitch under my grip, but I’m not ready to let him fall just yet.
Chip out the bwoy brain!
“Not yet,” I whisper in his ear, still riding.
He groans, his head tipping back against the headboard, his body straining beneath me. But he doesn’t try to take control, nor does he try to break free. He lets me lead, set the pace, and I revel in the power of it.
Zara a how you so bad?
I’m just matching energy.
But yuh nah allow the bwoy fi tek no control...
I smile at that thought. Slowly, I release his hands, watching as they hover with uncertainty before he slides them up my sides, his touch sending shivers through me. His fingers then start digging into my hips, guiding me now, matching my rhythm as I move faster, deeper.
“Jah Jah...” he gets out.
“Wah him do?” I keep bouncing and riding, my breasts shaking in his face.
I feel myself creaming him. “Oh my God...” I pant. His hands tighten on my hips, and I let him take over, let him set the pace as I ride him, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
I hug the back of his head tightly, the moment I do, something in me snaps. His fingers sink into my skin. My legs shake, eyes roll back, toes curled up as an intense feeling bursts through me.
“NickOiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
“Waterfalls?” he muses as I squirt. I bite in his skin, breathing hard. He keeps slapping my ass cheeks. I finally sit up and wipe my face, then I look at the mess we just made; a little proud of myself.
55. HAPPY
Zara
I smile at Nickoi in the mirror when he walks into the bathroom, putting his arm around me. It’s a good thing I brushed my teeth cause look how close him deh to me.
“Good morning,” he rocks me a little and my breathing hitches with my nude body clad in a white towel.
He kisses my neck before he looks in the mirror at me.
“Tomorrow is your birthday. How yuh feel bout that?” I’m never excited about my birthdays. “Wah yuh usually do?”
“Nothing much sometimes mi just buy a cake but mi never really do too much fi mi birthday over the years. Like how mi have mommy here, you and Mama I’m gonna just go to a restaurant,” I retort.
