Page 34 of Autumn & Woods
“Nah.” I slid a hand up her dress. “You knew what it was when you dragged me into that bathroom. I’m tryna take my time in this pussy. You know that.”
She let out this lil’ laugh, but it melted into a moan as I found that heat between her thighs again. I carried her to the bed like nothing else existed and dropped her ass right in the middleof those sheets. I pulled off my shirt in one move, and she just laid there for a second. Her lipstick was faded, her dress was twisted up her hips, and her legs opened up like an invitation.
“Get up out that dress,” I said, voice low, thumb dragging along my bottom lip as I stepped outta my jeans.
She sat up. “Bossy.”
“And?”
She bit her lip and pulled the dress over her head, tossing to the floor along with her bra. I climbed back over her, mouth claiming hers, tongue deep and slow. I pushed her knees to her chest and gripped her hips before sliding all the way in one stroke. Her whole body arched up under me, back curved, mouth falling open.
“Fuck… me…”
“Nah,” I gritted, pulling out slowly, leaving her whimpering. “Turn over on your side,” I said, voice low in her ear.
She did it without question, that ass already poking before she got fully settled. I pulled her close, one hand under her neck, the other sliding between her thighs. I lined myself up and pushed back in. She gasped, legs twitching. “Can’t get enough of you, baby.”
Her back arched into me as I started stroking deeper. My palm gripping her tit, fingers teasing her nipple while I pounded that pussy with finesse. “Woooooodsssss!!!” The sound of her moans mixed with the wet slap every time our bodies met hadme going crazy in that pussy. I bit down on her shoulder and she started shaking, breath catching as she came.
“Shhh… just take it.” I kissed the spot I’d bitten.
She reached back, gripped my thigh, trying to slow me down like she needed a second to breathe. I wasn’t giving her that. I sped up and hit her with strokes so deep she started cursing. “Fuuuuck, Quamaine! Please… ohhh, fuuucckkk… please…”
“Please, what?” I growled in her ear. “Say it.”
“Keep going,” she moaned louder, clawing at the sheets. Her body stiffened, and I felt that grip around me get tighter. I knew what time it was.
“Go ‘head and cum, gorgeous,” I whispered, thrusting harder.
Autumn let go for real this time with her body jerking, back bowed, and that pretty ass pressed to her body while I held her tightly and let her ride that wave. I stayed in it, stroked her through it, kissed her shoulder while her body relaxed again.
I didn’t pull out. I came inside her again, growling and shit. Her pussy was lethal. Shaking my head, I wiped my sweaty forehead. “You good?” I finally asked, rubbing her stomach, mouth still on her neck.
She nodded, voice hoarse. “Mmhmm. Never better.”
I kissed her temple and slowly pulled out. “Good. Now go eat up them leftovers so we can recharge for another round.”
She started laughing, soft and breathless. “You so damn freaky.”
I smirked, watching her sit up, cheeks still flushed, skin glowing in the dim light. Her ass jiggled with every step she took on the way to the bathroom. After a few moments, she walked towards the kitchen and pulled out the foil-wrapped plates.
I laid back against the pillows, hand behind my head, eyes locked on her every move. She looked comfortable as hell, wrapped in my white robe like she belonged in it. Like she belonged with me. Her bun was all fucked up, but she was still flawless. I took in everything about the way she moved, the way she laughed to herself while peeling back the foil from that sweet potato pie like it was a prize.
There was no way this shit was supposed to be casual. Ain't no way I’m just fucking and vibing like this for a weekend, then dip back out West and act like this shit didn’t crack me open a little.
Autumn came over with the plates and waters and sat down beside me on the bed. “Damn,” she said, mouth full of stuffing. “I’m gonna be thinking about this food for a whole year straight.”
I grinned. “Nah. You said you can cook, right? Better whip that shit up.”
She rolled her eyes, chuckling again. “Leave me alone.”
Nah, never that. What’s wild is how good this shit felt. How natural. How easy. And that’s exactly what had me in my head. Because I wasn’t ready for shit to be over after tonight. I wasn’t trying to wait months just to catch a vibe like this again.
Autumn was worth stepping for. I didn’t care how far she had to fly in the morning. If I had to pull up on her ass for Christmas, I was doing that. We ain’t done yet.
THREE WEEKS LATER...
B yt h et i m eI left the salon, I reeked of heat protectant, burning flat irons, and peppermint oil. My back ached, my edges were fuzzy, and my feet were screaming in my Ugg slippers. But... I’d survived the day.
