Page 46 of Krash & Bern

“I am.”

“C’mon then.”

We moved through the mansion to the main bathroom. I turned on the shower and gently washed her body. There was a difference between making love, having sex, and fucking. She wanted me to make love to her body, and that took time. I had to make sure her body felt me from head to toe. To increase the pleasure, it started with the foreplay. I washed her delicate skin with shea butter scented bodywash. Our eyes never broke contact as I scrubbed her skin gently to rid the area of chlorine. She allowed me access to every crease and crevice. Once she was clean, she washed me in return. She took extra care of my dick. She stroked my dick while she washed my nuts. I was secure in myself to allow her the grace to explore my body with the soap and washcloth, but I did wash my own ass because I didn’t need her back there, playing in my booty.

I shampooed and conditioned her hair and made sure to run my fingers through each section to minimize tangling. The shower took about an hour in itself, before we wrapped towels around our bodies.

She lay on her stomach on my bed as I rubbed lotion on her body. My large hands were as delicate as flowers as I massaged the lotion into her skin. As I slid my hands up her thighs, her breathing changed. Her inhales were shorter as her exhales sounded like pants.

“You have to be stretched before I put this dick in you, baby. I don’t want you to rip or tear. Your pleasure is of the utmost importance.”

“I know.” She rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

Her wetness glimmered under the dim lighting in the room. It was time to taste her. With a dip of my head, her clit was in my mouth. Bernice was the sweetest fruit in the world. I wanted to devour her until her nectar coated my face, and I did.

“Keyshawn…” She moaned as her hips bucked upward. Her hands grabbed my face. She tried to push my head away, but I ate her until her soul touched the sky.

“Do you want me to give you head?” she asked.

“No. Not yet. Tonight is all about you,” I explained.

She shook her head. “But I want to swallow you up too.”

“Soon.” I positioned my dick at her entrance and used her juices as natural lubricant for a smooth descent into her warmth.

Making love to Bernice was as addictive as crack. Her warmth, wetness, and grip had me sinking my teeth into my lip to keep from nutting too fast. I wanted to savor every moment of the event. I wanted her to feel me for eternity.

As we made love, our souls danced at the reunion. She’d clung to me until she unraveled on my dick. Then I filled her up with my seed, and we repeated the choreography until the sun peeked through the curtains. We fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

The obnoxiously loud ringtone woke me up. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I searched the bed and side table for the buzzing device. When the phone was found, I swiped the screen.

“Hello?” I mumbled.

“Krash! Nigga, you’re all over the internet!” Deionte exclaimed.

“What?”

“Nigga, check your phone!”

I let out a breath. I put the phone on speaker and slid my notifications down. Hundreds of messages and notifications from different apps popped up on my phone. I clicked the link from Deionte and read the headline.

Krash Williams spotted out with new boo.

There were several pictures of me and Bern in the back seat of my car. I should have expected this, but I wanted to believe they hadn’t seen her when they swarmed the car.

“Man. It’s all over the internet, huh?” I asked as I sat up and rubbed my free hand down my face.

“Yes. I don’t know what y’all plan to do, but it’d be best to have a game plan soon.”

Bern shuffled in her sleep. She moved from her stomach to her side and let out a deep yawn. “What’s going on?”

“We’re the number one trending topic on the internet.”

“What?”

I showed her my phone. “Front page news apparently.”

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