As if he was waiting for the invitation, Ishmael stood and placed me on my feet. “I’d carry you, but I want to see that ass as you walk away.”
Turning, I smiled, squealing when he smacked my ass.
The walk to my room felt like it took forever, but the moment we were inside he was on me like the Ishmael I knew. He undressed me as I undressed him, and once we both were completely naked, he picked me up and placed me in the center of my king-sized bed. Ishmael kissed, licked, and nibbled literally every part of me. And every place he touched, my heart seemed to meet him there.
His closeness was like a drug – lulling me into euphoria. The more he gave, the more I wanted. I grew antsy, squirming underneath him as he continued to tease me. Not long after, he finally gave me some relief when he slid his tongue between my folds. Instantly, my body jerked, and I lifted my arms to grip the pillow to avoid scratching his back up prematurely.
Every swipe of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy through me. He slipped a finger inside as he latched onto my clit, intensifying the pleasure he selfishly gave. The moment Ishmael lifted the hood of my clit and used the full width and length of his tongue to satisfy my most sensitive spot my body began to heat and tingle as I moaned and arched my back off the bed.
The orgasm ripped me of my usual control. Something about the way he ravished me was different. He continued to lick and kiss my clit passionately as he slipped a second finger inside of me and stroked my spot as my walls throbbed and leaked against him. Erotic oblivion gripped me, sending me over the edge as my legs locked and body convulsed.
Ishmael only stopped when I pushed him away. My clit grew sensitive under his pleasurable attack, and I simply couldn’t stand anymore. The smirk he wore told me he didn’t mind being pushed away, because it gave him the opportunity to spread my legs as wide as they would go and put himself at my opening.
His tongue swirled around my left nipple before he latched onto it and sucked. Squeezing and caressing the right one, he licked and teased the left until I was dizzy with desire. “Ishmael,” I moaned. Begged. Pleaded. But he ignored my request, shifting his attention to my right nipple instead.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reached between us and tried to put him inside of me, but Ishmael released my nipple long enough to remind me, “Didn’t you tell me to handle you?”
“Yes, but…”
“So let me run this shit.”
I couldn’t even reply, because he filled me with one swift motion. The kind that had me gasping for air as I waited to have all of him inside. My pussy tightened around him instantly as he took my hands and pressed them into the bed above my head. Ishmael delivered slow, deep strokes that removed every reservation within me until all that was left was need for him.
The more I wiggled against him, unable to free my hands from his grasp, the wetter I grew. The loss of control, the total fucking surrender – it was all deliciously new and satisfying to me. For once I didn’t give a damn about being in control. I wanted to be vulnerable and submissive to him. My breathing came out in soft pants, and Ishmael inhaled them before connecting our lips and kissing me deeply.
Ishmael buried his face in my neck, and I turned my head, allowing his scent to further ignite the heat within me. He wasn’t the first man I’d ever known to wear Sauvage by Dior, but it was something about the way it mixed with his natural scent that made it intoxicating. Biting back a whimper, I closed my eyes tightly as my legs began to weaken. His thrusts were methodical, deep, relentless – not stopping even after my body began to convulse underneath him as I came.
No, he continued to stroke me with the same slow speed, growling softly in my ear in a way that made me cum even harder.
Lifting himself up, Ishmael wrapped my legs around his waist and thumbed my clit as his strokes increased to a medium speed. His body looked damp, gleaming, filling me with the desire to taste his salty, sweaty skin. My breathing was jagged now. Unhinged and unprepared for the increase in oxytocin that was floating through me.
Pure need and desire was in his eyes as they trailed over my body. He had yet to break his pace, but he stopped going out of me completely before entering me. Wrapping my legs around him tighter, I squeezed my breasts and bit down on my lip – holding his gaze even though the pleasure made me want to close my eyes. Ishmael grabbed my neck and lifted me off the bed, bringing me right into his chest. I gasped, being caught off guard not just by him stopping but by him lifting me off the bed so effortlessly and quickly, too.
“You mine now. Aight?”
“Yes, baby,” I purred, and in this moment, he could have gotten just about anything he wanted from me.
Ishmael stuck his tongue out, and I licked it before closing my lips around it and sucking it. He groaned, dick throbbing inside of me. “Keep on and I’ma switch this sweet shit to fuckin’ and destroy that pussy,” he warned – as if that would be a bad thing. But I had to admit, I was enjoying the intimacy of the moment we were having, so I smiled and nodded, keeping my mouth closed to avoid challenging him.
He released my neck so I could lay back down, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down with me. His lips connected with mine, and he continued to make love to me with the slowest and deepest strokes I’d ever felt. It didn’t matter how much a client was willing to pay at this point. There was no way in hell I’d want to have sex with another man after this.
Ishmael had branded my pussy and made his way into my heart in a way that secured me and made me only his.
Chapter 5
Ishmael
At this point, a nigga was feeling good as hell. We were still in her bed. Rosalyn was sitting against the headboard, and I was between her legs. She had gotten real affectionate now, kissing on my neck and scratching my scalp and shit. As we watched a documentary on lions, we passed our second blunt, and I was in no rush to leave her or the state being with her had me in.
I hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten until my phone started vibrating next to me. It was my midnight alarm, which meant our time was over. I didn’t want to leave, but I also didn’t want to force too much on Rosalyn too quickly. This was going to be an adjustment for her, so I wanted to make it as easy as possible. Even though we agreed to not see other people or have other sexual partners, we hadn’t committed to each other yet nor was I expecting her to stop what she did to make her money.
It would fuck with me thinking about her spending so much time with other men, but I was confident enough in what I offered to not be worried about somebody taking her from me. Rosalyn wasn’t fazed by me getting out of the bed until she saw me grab my pants.
“Where you going?”
“Home. It’s midnight.”
“So?”
“So we ain’t never spent the night together and I ain’t about to force you to start now. I told you I’m cool with us takin’ things slow.”
Her head tilted as she smiled softly. Rosalyn crawled to edge of the bed and extended her arm. I put my hand inside of hers, and she used it to pull me back to the bed.
“I want you to stay.” Wrapping my arms around her, I squeezed her ass as she pecked my lips. “Please.”
Even if I didn’t want to stay, which I did, I wouldn’t be able to deny her. Instead of getting back in the bed, we went to the kitchen because she started getting the munchies. As she fixed a pot of Rotel, we talked and she let me get to know her a little more.