“Amell!” I groaned out in ecstasy.
The heat. Feeling it cure on my skin.
It felt so erotic.
My knees were kissing as my spine arched off the bed. I felt his fingers teasing my opening, and when I looked up, he had that heavy muscle in one hand stroking it while he played in my cream with the other. I throbbed. I squirmed on the bed unsure of how to control the burning sensation building in my core.
“You made a mess, Gazelle. A dewy mess.”
Hell, yes I was a dewy mess from the cadence of his voice.
My calm broke into a thousand pieces like shattered glass when the hunger of his tongue met my flesh for the first time. All my doubts and inhibitions scattered, fleeing. Leaving me alone to deal with this strong man devouring me until echoes of my pleasured moans filled the room.
“Oh my…Amell…I can’t…” My eyes hadn’t stopped rolling.
“Talk to me, baby,” he begged like his mouth wasn’t full of pussy. “Tell me how you feel.”
Was he serious?
I tried to close my legs, he held me down. I tried to scoot back, without removing his mouth he brought me back to the place he wanted. I cried out, begging him to show me mercy, he popped my sensitive pearl and told me to stop being stingy.
Then it happened…
My toes began communicating in sign language and tingling. The feeling shot up to my spine. A clear coat of sweat covered my body. It felt like my heart was seconds away from bursting through my chest. My breaths became hiccupped gasps.
“Amell. Amell. I’m…”
“Look at me.” Obeying I glanced down at this man devouring me. “Come for me.” On his command I came undone. He latched fiercely onto my overly sensitive bud and worked his magical fingers.
All I saw was white specs behind my eyes. Ears filled with static nose. I had orgasms before. At this age of my life I mastered how to bring myself to pleasure in less than ten seconds. But this was magical.
“King,” I whimpered, feeling his weight against my chest.
My hands were freed. Free to finally be able to touch him. Caress him. Feel him.
“Dangerous, Krishna. What I feel for you is dangerous, and what you’re give me is only making that worse.” I had no reply back. He took away my opportunity by kissing me and teasing me with his mushroom head.
“OOouuu, Amell.”
He kept poking my entrance and the sensation from that alone worked my body up to submit again. “You’re so damn irresistible to me.” He spoke before kissing and taking what I had been saving just for him.
My screams and moans of pain were swallowed by his tongue. His girth stretched me to tears that released by the dozens. It hurt. It stung. This nigga broke me in half. I wiggled my toes to make sure I had feeling in my legs. His larger than life personality fit his larger than life size. I felt small with his massive body over me. I felt safe and secure. I felt him all over me.
Steadily he moved trying not to hurt me. His upper body started to shake, and eyes became even darker. “I’m sorry for hurting you. Do you want me to stop?” He did some dip and whine with his hips that touched a spot in me that made me shiver.
“Do it again,” I pleaded.
Smirking, he listened and rubbed against that spot over and over. His gentleness with me only made the moment so much more meaningful. So much more enduring. He cupped my head in the crease of his arm and the other held my free hand next to my head. His lips didn’t take long breaks from kissing on me.
“Krishna, I’ll stop. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
Hearing that sent me in a quick panic. I never wanted him to leave my walls. Never wanted him to stop making me feel so wanted, so good, so desired. The feel of him. The penetrating of my spirit and the willingness to give him my soul. It made me cry. Cry because the allure of him became unfathomable.
“Your fruit is better than any gold. Better than any fine aged wine I’ve tasted.” Who was this man? “Look at me when I kiss you. Don’t ever close your eyes.” I obeyed his command.
Kissing him so open and free, I felt it all. Every movement he made. Everything that scared me, it all became suffocated by the wanton haze I drifted into feeling him swell within me. My eyelids grew heavy. My lips surpassed swollen and red from his savage kisses.
The slow melodic chores of his dance against my pelvis felt illegal. One man shouldn’t be able to make me feel like this. We were in the throes of foreplay while performing a mating dance. Me begging and him delivering my body strokes of deathly pleasure.
“Come with me,” he moaned against my lips.
His strokes became deep and deeper. It felt like tiny needles were pricking my skin. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. He made me feel like I was floating on the most tranquil cloud. Arching into him, meeting him stroke for stroke, our appreciation became an exotic song bouncing against the walls.
Pushing his upper body up, our eyes collided, and our undoing began. If my legs worked in the morning, I’d be surprised.
“Fuck,” his heavy grunt came as my legs started to shake.
“Amell.”
“Gazelle.”
I saw stars. Saw our future. We were married with children. Happily married. So, in love. Still in love.
His body collapsed on top of me.
What a glorious feeling. Amell wasn’t a light man. I knew he topped my weight at least three times of pure solid muscle. Having that firmness on me, I caressed him while my own spasms were simmering down. A reality hit me. I asked Amell to be my first, but I think we both shared a first together.
“Gazelle.” His voice, how could it get any deeper and silkier? “Yes.” I smiled to myself hearing the hoarseness in my voice.
“Your shit is too sweet.” Using his cheek, he caressed my face. The stubble of his beard against my sensitive skin made me unintentionally squeeze around him. I don’t think he ever became completely soft. “You’re,” he grunted against my cheek. “You’re my obsession. My world.” So are you.
Postlude
A concluding piece of music. A space between time.
Chapter 9
Krishna, 6 Years Later
“Hey, Ms. Edwards. Do you think we’ll be out here all day?”
“I hope it’s not long, Jenny. This sun is so disrespectful for my liking today.”
Jenny and a few other students laughed at my dramatics. An hour ago, the fire alarm went off right when I called myself trying to sneak a nap at work. My days of actually teaching in a classroom may have been far in between but being an assistant principal to over a thousand teenagers gave me a daily mental and physical workout.
I loved my job. Truly loved it. I thought teaching gave me a high but guiding students touched me deep in the soul. Every day for the last two years since I been in my new role, I came to work with a smile on my face. Unlike teaching, there were no late nights of grading papers or planning lessons. Granted I now dealt with parents more on a daily basis and regulated the hallways. Life was good.
I drank my water. Minded my business. Ate my vegetables and gave off the same energy I wanted to receive.
“Ms. Edwards, you gon’ miss me when I graduate.” I knew that Tennessee southern drawl anywhere. Kenny Porter was such a flirt and just the cutest red head chocolate child I’ve seen.