Page 22 of Enigma
“You can just call me Mir, it’s a pleasure to meet you, beautiful,” the bass from his voice sending vibrations straight to my nipples.
As he stepped in to hug Ajaih, he looked directly from me to my breasts and smirked, causing me to shake my head and say in my head, for real this time, “Arrogant ass nigga.”
We made our way to the den with drinks and snacks in hand as we sat around shooting the shit.
“Ya-Ya, aren’t you glad I told you when we were in high school that you just needed to eat some pussy and call it a day?” Causing us to burst out laughing.
“Layanna has always looked at fine women the way men do, especially if you paid attention to her. The average stranger might not think much about it, but I could tell,” she continued, “So when she finally started exploring in college, I was so happy that she could.”
“What about you, what are your desires?” Dana asked, looking directly at her with a raised brow.
“I—I don’t know,” she stammered over her words.
“Don’t know or afraid to feel the magnitude of your desires made a reality?” Dana responded.
I watched as Dana had my normally confident, outgoing bestie shook, as she fidgeted and clenched her thighs together. I made a mental note of this interaction because it seemed that this was only the beginning of Dana and Ajaih, as their sexual tension made the air around us thick.
Breaking the comfortable silence, Ajaih asked about our rules of engagement. We explained that Caleb and I were a couple that dated another couple, Ahmir and Dana, exclusively, and we were not seeking to add others to our dynamic. Dana and Ahmir expressed a similar makeup, except Dana was open to having another woman companion who could make a choice to be with only her or with Ahmir if they both wanted—hearing that caused the curiosity in Ajaih’s eyes to flicker, as I hit her with a knowing smile. My girl was finally ready to take a journey of self-discovery, and I believed Dana planned to be her tour guide.
Ahmir stood and grabbed my hand as we said our goodbyes to everyone. JaJa opted to stay the night and chill with Dana and Cal, and I made sure to whisper to Cal and Dana to put a smile on my girl’s face within her comfort zone, both assuring me they would.
Entering our bedroom, Ahmir grabbed my throat, pulling me to him with enough pressure to make me moan on my breathy exhale, “Mirrrr,” I purred.
“Mir, what, baby? Tell this arrogant ass nigga what you need,” he demanded as he looked down at me, hunger evident in his eyes.
“I need you to please me until I make a mess,” I responded.
“Be a good girl and take off those little ass shorts,” he ordered as he slapped my ass, then rubbed the sting away, making me feel even more needy.
Doing as I was told, I shed the shorts and my sports bra. I was left standing in my Van Cleef jewelry, down to my gold and onyx anklet. Pleased with my listening skills, he twirled his finger slowly signaling for me to give him a full 360 view, to which I again listened, doing as I was told. Now facing Ahmir again, his face showed satisfaction as he began to remove his tuxedo piece by piece. Unable to help myself, I went to him, needing to feel his skin beneath my fingertips. It felt like time had dragged since the last time I was intimate with Ahmir. I yearned for his touch, his affection, and his attention to my body’s details.
“Needy,” he stated as he watched my hands roam his chiseled body before grabbing my chin gently, forcing me to look into his eyes as he planted the most sensual kiss on my lips.
“You know how much I’ve missed you, right?” Ahmir asked as I shook my head yes, just as he lowered himself to his knees to come face to face with my soaked and creamy pussy. One-on-one, Ahmir was a very slow and sensual lover, very deliberate in the pleasure he delivered.
“Leg up, Princess,” he commanded as he prepared to worship with me with his tongue.
I was in the mood to listen and be Daddy’s good girl in hopes of having my needs filled to completion, so I lifted my leg over his shoulder, resting my back against the bed, and prepared to take a trip to euphoria.
“Ssssssssss…Mir… oooo,” I managed to hiss out as his tongue licked from my clit and made its way down as he started to tongue fuck me slowly, twisting his tongue in and out…in and out…so sensual, so deliberate, forcing me to look down at his nasty ass in awe of what his tongue was capable of doing to me.
“Don’t do all that talking, Princess, CUM, NOW,” the bass in his voice pushing me over pleasure’s cliff.
“UHHHHHHHHHH, MIRRRR,” I moaned out, squirting all over his handsome face. Not giving me time to recover, he stood up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed his beautifully curved, thick, 8.5 inches of pure sin deep inside my waiting walls and started to bounce me up and down, causing my breath to catch in my throat as my mouth hung open.
In…out.
“Breathe, Baby.”
In…out.
“Breathe through it, Baby.”
In…out.
“Let me hear you, my love.”
My thoughts were frozen as my body chased the bliss he was delivering to me, inch by delicious inch.
