Page 28 of Falling for Autumn
He released my foot, grabbed me, and pulled me onto his lap. “You’re perfect for me, Autumn, and that’s all that matters.”
I cupped his face and kissed him.
“I love how attentive you are to what matters to me, Toby. No man has ever been this attentive to my needs before.”
“It’s the least that I can do for you, baby. When I think about the happiness that you bring into my life, I want to return that to you. Girl, don’t you know your worth by now and how beautiful you are?”
“Sometimes I can’t see it. All I see is a rejected, stressed-out soul some days.”
“Autumn, let me show you the beauty that I see in you.”
My body tensed for a moment as he reached for the hem of my sweater.
“Relax.”
I did as he kissed the side of my neck while rolling my sweater up. He pulled back to lift it off my head, and then he cupped my large breasts.
“Every part of you is beautiful to me, Autumn. You give me so much more to love, and I have no idea why I’m deserving of double the pleasure.”
October shifted me as he stood and carried me to his bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed and kneeled before me as he pulled my tight jeans over my ample curves. His eyes lovingly pored over me as he removed my panties and kissed my inner thighs. His fingers swiped over my sex before rubbing myclit. He worked it over and gently shoved two fingers inside my pussy. I tried squeezing his hand out, but he wasn’t going for it.
“Open up my pussy for me, sexy.”
“I need to shower, Toby. We’ve been out all afternoon.”
“That’s okay, baby. I like my meal well-seasoned,” he replied before pulling his fingers out of me and sucking them clean.
My eyes widened in embarrassment. But he gripped my thighs and pressed them apart.
“I need your feet up on this bed, gahdamnit. Make that pussy poke for ya man.”
“October.”
“Come on, ma. I’m still hungry as hell, and a nigga gotta eat.”
I planted my feet on the bed, and my elbows dug into the mattress as I shoved up to watch him feast. My hips and ass rocked forward to deepen the connection of his lips and tongue against my pussy.
The sheer sight of his mouth connected to my most intimate southern part was enough to make me cum. But I held on, refusing to give up so easily until he thrust his fingers deeper and faster into my pussy. His lips and tongue spoke a love language that I missed.
I pushed up just enough to reach down and grab his head. I shoved that man’s face so deep in my twat it was a wonder he could still breathe. I gyrated against his mouth. I felt myself about to cum, but I wasn’t ready. So I talked to distract myself.
“Damn. What are you, some sort of pussy whisperer?” I moaned breathlessly.
“You’re delicious, ma. A fine delicatessen. Now, you ready to get some of this dick?”
“Of course, I am.”
October licked his lips, moved to his dresser, grabbed a condom, and sheathed himself in one smooth move.
His strong ass grabbed my ankle, pulled me toward the edge of the bed, and flipped me onto my side. He moved between my legs and slid sideways inside of me.
“Ahh!” I cried out.
“Open that pussy like you want this dick inside,” he demanded and smacked my pussy.
I opened up wider as he guided himself deeper while still holding my right ankle in the air.
“Damn, ma. This pussy’s tight. How long has it been?” October groaned.
