Page 83 of Not My Type
The sides of his eyes crinkle, his dimples deepen as the pleasing sound fills the room. He grabs both of my ass cheeks, slapping them with a sharp sound that makes me gasp. It feels... too good. This is the only pain I welcome in my life.
“I want it,” I murmur, lips grazing his skin. “Now too... ” my voice tinged with desire.
I spread my legs, slowly, but he grips my thighs and close it, his eyes locking into mine. “No baby... ” he shakes his head. “Anuh time fi dat yet.” My cheeks flushes. Wah him mean?
“Feel wi aguh just skip to that?” he smirks, pulling me all the way up to him, his hand closing around my throat, his breath hot against my ear.
“Nah. Man want sup’m else first.”
I freeze. “What?” My voice is shaky, unsure.
He pulls away. His fingers trailing down my arm, making me shiver. “Go pan yuh knees,” he says, the words simple, but they hit me like a freight train.
“Mi want feel your mouth, Mami.”
Shit. Mi nuh kno’ fi do dat.
My heart races, but my body tenses. “Wait, I... ” I feel heat rising to my cheeks. Embarrassment drowns me. I can’t even look him in the eye. Ughhh! Why mi never think of this? Yea, because Malik neva’ ask mi fi put mi mouth pan him private part yet.
His stare is intense. Too intense. He’s studying me. Great. Him pick up. Mi shameeeee! Shame a kill me. Gwaan guh bag yuh face!
“It’s okay,” his eyes softens. I exhale, like I didn’t know I was holding my breath. Then he adds, “On yuh knees. Mi o’ teach yuh.”
I hesitate. I’m not ready for this, but the way he looks at me, the way he says it, makes me want to try. I look up at him, catching his gaze. “Okay… ”
“Yuh want please me, right?” I swallow hard, nodding slowly.
“Yeah... I do.”
“You don’t have to be perfect. Just trust me,” he pulls me closer, and I drop to my knees, once I’m on the floor, he moves back, forcing me to crawl to him.
The tension between us thickens, and despite my nerves, my body reacts—hot, needy, eager. He smiles, the corners of his mouth turning up in approval.
“Good girl,” he stops in front of the window, his eyes dark and focused on me. I’m on all fours, breath shallow. “Arch yuh back,” is his first order.
I do as I’m told, my back arched, pushing my breast closer to the cold tiles, it grazes my nipples. He steps closer, his fingers gliding down my spine, making me shiver. “Perfect,” his voice makes me pulse with need.
I nod, taking a deep breath as I prepare myself for something I’ve never done before. His fingers slip into my hair, massaging my scalp gently, coaxing me to relax.
“Ready?” he breathes, and I nod slowly, his fingers gently grip the sides of my face, guiding me.
I wrap my hand behind his knees. Still on my knees, I push my body up on one leg, bringing my lips closer to the right level. I look up at him one last time, searching his gaze for reassurance. His thumb brushes over my lips.
“Take it slow Mami.” Then I smile, at how pretty it is. He has a little beauty mark at the side. “Yaw smile bout?”
I open my mouth, the initial contact sending a wave of heat through me. I can feel him there, the veins, the texture, the length, the way he twitches slightly in my mouth. I move slowly, cautiously.
“That’s it. Just like that,” his voice rough now. “Just find a rhythm.”
Once I find it, I use it to my advantage, bobbing my head, at a steady pace. He grips the back of my head, just a little, not forcing, just supporting.
“Feels good, don’t it?” his breath ragged.
I hum in response, liking the way he watches me. For five minutes, I tease him—slowly, sloppily—gliding over him with the roof of my mouth, my lips pressed tight against the tip. Then, I push myself, taking him all in. He hits the back of my throat, his eyes lock onto mine, and I see his breath falter in such a short moment, he’s close. The vein in his forehead throbs as he grits his teeth, eyes rolling back.
“Zaraaa... ” he groans. I smile, every inch I take, every shift I make, it feels right. It feels like control. It feels like something I could get used to.
His grip tightens, releasing in my mouth. I bob my head faster sliding my tongue in all the right places, knowing it drives him insane. His chest heaves, his legs tense, and suddenly, he grabs me, lifting me off the ground, laughing in breaths.
