Page 37 of Off the Charts
I got too excited because he pulled away and sat me up for a minute. Vayce never took his eyes off me as he lifted my shirt over my head and set it aside. The cool air seemed to make my nipples double in size. I didn’t feel exposed because I was naked, but because his eyes were like lasers, boring into my skin. My breasts didn’t sit as high as they did back in the day, especially without a bra. I’d grown comfortable with Solomon because he saw them change as I fed our son daily, but I wasn’t sure how Vayce would take it. I could see the hunger in his eyes, but it didn’t take away my personal feelings.
As he pulled me back onto his chest, my arm went across my own. His head dipped a little and as his hands traveled up my waist to my nipples, he lightly pushed mine away.
“These are number five, baby,” he palmed them both and lightly massaged them.
“Oh,” I whined.
“There’s nothing you have to hide from me. A lil’ sag makes you a real woman. They don’t have to be perfect. You bore life, J. And if you decide to do it again in our future, I’ll love them a hundred times more even if they hang to the fucking floor,”he whispered like he was speaking directly to my thoughts. My eyes watered from the pleasure of him kneading them and his seemingly poetic words. “Tell me all your insecurities so I can help reverse them. These titties are so beautiful, J. If a nigga need to suck ‘em every day to prove it, say the word.”
“You’re too sweet.” I blinked my tears away. “And don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Vayce chuckled lowly as he rolled both nipples between his fingers pulling a cry from my throat. Most men didn’t appreciate nipple play enough, but it was my favorite. When it was done right, you could cum from that pleasure alone.
“Oh my gosh,” I moaned.
I laid back on his chest and he latched on my neck. My pussy leaked through my panties and onto the floor as proof of how this man had me unraveling. Vayce knew it and the lazy grin on his face only made me wetter. He licked the pad of his thumbs then brought them back to my nipples, flicking and massaging them.
“Tell me how you feel, baby.”
“Shiiittt!” I dragged arching into his touch. “I feel like…you touching my soul and my body,” I whined.
“That’s the point,” his left hand traveled up and wrapped around my throat. “It’s clear that you’ve been fucked before. Shit, that nigga might’ve even made love to you here or there, but you ever been catered to, J? Hmm? Have you ever been spread out and had your pussy touched, massaged, or sucked on until you can’t breathe?”
Before now, my answer would’ve been yes, but as I watched us in this mirror, I realized I’d never been in a position like this. The mirror and Vayce were showing me a side of myself I didn’t know existed.
“No,” I answered breathlessly.
“I can tell,” he tipped my head back, wrapping his tongue around mine. We both moaned into the kiss while his other hand went where I’d been begging him to go. His thick fingers traced my clit through the fabric.
“Oh my gosh. Please,” I gasped against his lips.
He kissed me again before tilting my head back up. Through the reflection, I watched him grip the side of my thong and slowly pull it aside.
“Fuck, Miss J,” he growled. “I knew the pictures wouldn’t do you any justice.” He kissed my neck again and slowly ran two fingers up my slit then pressed down on my clit. “And it’s so fucking wet. Look at you. Look at that pussy. This one is my favorite.”
I took it a step further and reached down to spread my lips apart. “I can’t believe how wet you got me.”
Vayce groaned. “Put your legs up. I wanna see all of you.” I placed my feet flat on the floor and brought my knees into a butterfly position and sank down a little bit. This position gave him just what he wanted.
“Is that better?”
“That’s perfect, mama,” Vayce circled my clit. I frowned at how amazing the pressure already felt and squirmed under his touch. “So fucking pretty J.”
His fingers spread me open, and he groaned in the back of his throat. Vayce rubbed my clit in small circles, then dragged down to dip into my wetness before sliding back up again. The stickiness of my essence now covered his hand and my inner thighs. My stomach clenched tighter. His rubs weren’t hurried. He kept the same pace, allowing my orgasm to build.
“Ooo. Just like that,” I leaned forward watching his fingers playing with my pussy. Between the determination on his face, how his jaw flexed each time I gasped, and the splashing soundsbetween us, I was on the verge of losing my shit. I was fighting hard to keep my eyes open. “Unnhh!”
“Uh-huh,” his tongue was back on my ear. “It’s yours, but when I’m around you, this shit is mine. Remember that.”
“Vayce,” I moaned, grabbing his wrist.
“I got you,” his beard tickled my neck as he continued slowly stroking my nipples and pussy. Shit, he had me reconsidering if I knew how to rub myself correctly. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You know that? Didn’t I tell you that the job was yours? I knew you could do it. Hmm. You deserve to have this pussy admired. Such a beautiful fucking girl.”
My stomach and pussy quivered. I closed my eyes as my insides formed into knots and whined my hips into his hand. “Oh, Vayce. Please don’t stop.”
“That’s the last thing on my list,” he bit into the flesh of my neck. “I want you to show yourself how good this pussy looks when it cums for me, J. Can you do that, mama?”
“Ye—yes.”
