Page 33 of Loving a Libra
I fell back onto the bed, with my legs still over the edge. She straddled my waist and looked down at me.
“You don’t want to kiss me first.”
“I always want to kiss you, but today, I want to start with your lower set of lips. Sit on my face,” I demanded, slapping her ass.
She didn’t hesitate to straddle my face, and I immediately grabbed her thighs and pulled her down. Her pussy tasted like a hearty meal after a long day of work, and I gobbled it up like a starved man.
With the way we were positioned on the bed, Devyn had nothing to hold on to. There was nothing but space in front of her, so she clawed at the top of my head.
“Oh, God, Tariq!”
She screamed her praises as I guzzled her juices. When she reached her climax, no warning was needed because I felt her pussy contracting around my tongue. Her nectar rushed out quickly, covering my face with her nectar.
She fell forward, landing on the bed with her legs still covering my head. I chuckled as I pushed them to the side and sat up. I was so anxious to taste her and was still fully dressed.
As I slipped out of my shoes and stood to remove the rest of my clothing, I heard light snoring behind me. I turned around to find Devyn fast asleep, wet ass and all. I looked down at my erection and said, “I guess you gon’ have to wait, my boy.”
I let her sleep while I ordered a pizza to be delivered from a nearby pizza joint, then took a quick shower. About thirty minutes after my shower, still wrapped in the towel around my waist, I heard the doorbell. After confirming it was the pizza on the security camera, I headed to open the door. Seconds later, I returned to the bedroom to find Devyn sitting up.
“What’s up, sleepy head?”
“I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“You needed that nut more than you knew.”
“Good head always does this body good. Did I hear the doorbell?”
“Yeah. I ordered a pizza. Come to the kitchen so we can eat.”
“No. Let me shower first. Did you bring the Uno cards and Jenga?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I owe you an ass whupping in both. You ready for me to spank that ass?”
“Good head must make you delusional, too. You got me fired up now. Hurry up.”
While she showered, I put several slices of pizza on two plates, along with some breadsticks and pizza sauce, before setting up the Jenga tower. With my towel still secured around my waist, I sat down to eat. A few minutes later, Devyn came to the table, naked, holding the towel in her hand.
“Oh, you about to play with your titties out?”
“I don’t have any pajamas here.”
She placed the towel over the seat of the chair and sat down. There was no way in hell I’d be able to concentrate with her beautiful, bouncy breasts staring at me.
“You’re not playing fair, but it’s cool.”
“You go first.”
I took a bite of a slice of pizza before pulling my first block. While she nibbled on a breadstick, she studied the tower.
“Maurice can sense he’s losing you. I knew that when he turned down the trip to Vegas.”
She pulled a block from the Jenga tower before responding.
“He’s on my last nerve, but I’m trying not to snap. I have a plan, and I’m sticking to it.”
“I understand. I have another idea.”
