Page 51 of Tyriq & Teaira
“Fuck, baby,” I groan.
Enjoying the feeling of her warm mouth, I relax and let my head fall back on the seat. The fact that she loves sucking my dick only makes her head even better. Each movement seems planned and definitely executed to perfection. She’s moaning and slurping on my shit while delivering the best head.
“Mmhm,” she moans. I grab her head as if I am in control but that shit is for show only. This is her world and she has me locked. “Mmmm,” she moans again, humming on my shit at the same damn time. My already bricked up dick gets harder.
“Um shit, baby!” I say as I continue to hold her head. She’s giving me wet, sloppy, controlled head and this shit’s clouding my damn head. “The fuck!” I groan. If I don’t stop her, I’m going to bust before I get the chance to bury my dick deep inside her. “Tee, baby, wait, wait, wait,” I beg.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ain’t shit wrong.” I sigh, letting out a satisfied breath. “I want to feel you on this dick before I bust. C’mere,” I demand.
Nastily, she runs her tongue over both her lips. Then she grabs my hands and holds them as she stands. When she’s upright, she steps closer and I pull her lace panties down. Her sweet pussy is right in my face and I’m dying to taste her. I place my hands on her ass, pull her even closer, then plant a soft kiss on her pussy. The softest moan escapes her lips before she bends a little and kisses the top of my head. Her hands then return to my dick, and while still holding it, she eases down on me.
“This… never… gets…old,” she utters.
When she covers my dick with a wet pussy, I have to bite the inside on my cheek to keep from busting. That shit’s true what they say. Pregnant pussy hits different and Tee’s is wet as fuck. I want to enjoy the feeling of her as long as I fucking can. So I grip her ass as she places her hands on my stomach to anchor herself. With just as much skill and precision, she starts moving up and down. The way she’s gripping my shit and drowning my dick should be a fucking crime.
“Do that shit,” I groan as I bury my face in her breasts, kissing her nipples, feasting on them before kissing up to herneck. She places her arms around my neck then starts to bounce on my shit faster. When her eyes lower, I know she’s about to cum, so I grip her hips and hold her steady as her orgasm rushes through her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head then she starts to shake uncontrollably. A tear falls down her cheek as her warm juices drown my dick. I can’t hold it any more, I bust too.
“Shit,” we both sigh at the same time.
Her head rests on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her. We are both satisfied but breathless. When our rapidly beating hearts start to calm down, she speaks first.
“Did you feel that?’ she asks.
“Hell yeah and you felt good as fuck.”
“I’ve never come that hard before. Shit. I felt like you were under my skin,” she mumbles then sighs. “I want to feel that again.” Her pretty face lights up as she leans in and kisses me lovingly. Within seconds, she’s sucking my tongue and grinding her wet pussy on me. It doesn’t take long before I’m bricked all the way back up and she’s gliding back down on me.
“Fuck!” I groan.
After we both reach another climax, we head back to the main floor, take a long shower together, then prepare for dinner. A La Carte arrives as scheduled and by seven-thirty, we enjoy a candlelit, Asian-inspired dinner on the deck. We skip dessert because I want to feast on her. I plan to lick every part of her body before I leave for Chicago. A week without her is going to have me fucked up and feening.
“Are you sure you don’t want any of the bread pudding? She left it in the fridge,” Teaira asks as she takes her dress off. I’m already in bed, waiting for her.
“I don’t want no bread pudding when I got all this cake in here. I’m gonna eat you till you fall asleep and wake you up the same damn way. Take all that off and c’mere.”
The minute she joins me in bed, I do exactly what I promised and fall asleep with her sweet taste on my lips. When the morning sun comes through the window shades hours later, Teaira’s legs are spread wide. I’m buried deep inside of her walls and her muscles are gripping my shit. I thrust in and out of her until we are both breathless and drained.
For almost an hour, we just lay in bed with her soft body on mine. While my hands caress her hips and ass, she runs her fingers across my head. I can spend my last hours before my flight doing just this, being with the lady I love, but the caterers will be here in a minute and our mothers and Quay will be here an hour after that.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“To meet your mom and sister? Yes, but I’m not ready to move or put clothes on. I keep telling you I love your hands. I’m going to m…never mind.”
“Nah. Say what’s on your mind,” I urge as my hand lightly taps her ass.
“I’m just going to miss you,” she sighs. Her leg stretches over mine then she straddles me. Her hands rest on my chest as she looks down at me. “Ignore me. You’re going to kill it in Chicago. Number one in all stats.”
“Hype me up then,” I say while smiling.
“No hype, straight facts.” She plants a kiss on my chest then climbs off me and off the bed. “Now, come shower with me before the caterers come.”
After watching her thick ass walk into the bathroom, I get up and follow. We once again take advantage of the dual shower.I get out first, giving her time to get ready. I’m in the living room when A La Carte arrives. Their signature Mother’s Day brunch includes food, table set up, and décor. There’s a formal dining room on this level and they are setting up there. Before walking to the dining room, the one in charge hands me the menu card.
“One final check. Did we spell the mothers’ names correctly?” she asks.
After reading over the menu: crispy potato casserole, cheese grits, perfect scrambled eggs, baked Virginia ham, red velvet waffles, milk chocolate jumbo nut clusters, and a seasonal fruit salad, I double check the names and approve.
