Page 88 of Dare You to See Me
She throws her head back, fingers pulling at my strands, when I suck on the sensitive spot on her collarbone. Her hips roll and rub against my hard dick that threatens to break my promise. I begin wiggling her pants side to side, pushing them over her hips.
“Malik. I am not fucking you on my parent’s couch.”
“Then tell that to your pussy because I think she wants to play.” My fingers pass over her warm pussy that throbs.
“We can’t,” she whispers.
“Okay. I won’t fuck you. Just kiss.” I lift her from my lap and yank her pants over her ass.
“Then why are you taking off my clothes if you’re just going to kiss me?” She struggles to rip her pants from my hands, but I’ve already got one leg completely off.
“Because I’m going to kiss those pink, plump lips that sit between your legs.” Her mouth falls open but she doesn’t stop me.
Squeezing my arms under her thighs, I slide down the couch until my nose teases her clit. Her legs shake and her breaths fall heavy. I slide her panties to the side and I flick my tongue through her seam.
“If you hear anyone coming down the stairs, just squeeze my head and I’ll try my best to stop. Now, sit on my face so I can kiss your needy cunt.”
I tug on her until she’s planted firmly on my face and open wide, sucking on the juice that drips from her pussy. When I moan from the taste of her on my tongue, she vibrates and her body tenses.
My tongue plays between her lips, licking and nipping her seam and sucking on her clit the way I know she loves. She grinds down on my face almost as if she’s trying to get me to crawl inside of her, and I would love nothing more than to do just that. I can’t imagine anything better than living inside of her.
I use my thumbs to spread her wide and feast on my girl. My mind takes me away to spending every night just like this.
“Oh fuck. Malik. I’m going to come.”
My tongue buries deep inside of her pussy, lapping her up and drinking down every drop. Her thighs begin to tighten around my face, her hand pulls at the roots of my hair, and she rides my face just as good as she rides my dick.
“Yes. So…so…” Her body grows rigid and I revel in the way I make her muscles spasm as she nears her end.“Good,” she sighs when she’s released from the clutches of her orgasm.
She lifts up on her knees and I lick up and down the inside of her thighs, cleaning her, bathing her like a queen. Instead slinking my way down to the floor, I wiggle back up and let her sit back down in my lap. Her damp panties can be felt through my thin pants and I’m sure she can feel how hard I am.
“I don’t think I’ve ever made out like that before.” Her cheeks are flushed and her bottom lip is red and plump from where she bit down on it like she does when she orgasms.
“That’s exactly how I want it. I don’t ever want another man to kiss you the way I did. If I have my way about it, no other man will ever kiss you again.”
She combs her fingers through my wayward strands and smiles before dipping her head to kiss me. Her tongue swipes across my lips and all around my mouth. My girl loves the way she tastes on my tongue. It’s also a tell sign that she isn’t finished.
“How good is your hearing?” she asks me.
“Good, I guess. Why?”
“Because I need you to listen for the stairs creaking if anyone comes down. If you do, just tap my head.” I watch her, confusion weaving into every line on my face, as she reaches over to the side of the couch.
She reappears with a blanket and she lets it billow over her head as she drops between my legs. The drawstring is pulled loose and she pulls down the waistband just enough to let my hard dick breathe.
“Oh fucking hell.” My eyes squeeze shut when her tongue rolls over the head of my cock, washing away the precum that has leaked from it.
I bite down on my fist to muffle my groans as she sucks me all the way to heaven. And when she’s finished, we stumble up the stairs, hushing the other to quit laughing, and fall asleep with sated smiles and overflowing hearts.
I don’t dream that night because every one has become a reality and I don’t need to wish on stars anymore.
THIRTY-SEVEN
SOLEIL
Dahlia helpsMalik wrap white twinkle lights around the columns on our front porch, while I drape a net over the bushes. The outdoor Christmas decorations are completely over the top, but Malik just couldn’t say no to Dahlia and all of her “great ideas”.
The worst of it is that the little con woman was able to talk him into decorating his house with equal flair so that she wouldn’t miss all the lights when we have sleepovers with him, even though we spend most of the time at mine.
