Page 32 of Fervor

I was panting like he was fucking me as my head hit the mirror behind me. I gripped my nipples and clamped my eyes shut as I suddenly felt his dick rubbing across my clit. I only squirted more. This was fucking insane.

“I’m not torturing you, baby. I just wanted you to see just how fucking strong our chemistry was. If you not convinced, watch this… shit!”

His nut started shooting out all over me, and my ass opened my mouth to see how much of it I could catch. This man had megone and so damn quickly. He snatched me up from the vanity, and I quickly wrapped my legs around him. His dick was teasing my opening, and I was practically clawing his back up, trying to get a taste. He was holding me up just high enough where I couldn’t experience him just yet.

He got in the shower and allowed the spray to drench us. “Damn. All this pretty, dark chocolate skin is my weakness. These lumps of charcoal though… shit.”

He lowered his mouth to my nipples as he lowered me on his dick slowly. My eyelids fluttered as he stretched me the fuck out. The man was so damn intuitive. He knew not to slam into me, no matter how turned on I was. I couldn’t handle that shit yet, and I knew it. His dick would have torn me to shreds.

“Harleeeemmm. Oh my God.”

He released my nipple and stared into my eyes as he lowered me more. My pussy unleashed again, allowing him to slide more inside of me. It had lubed up the entire area. “Damn, baby. You fucking me up.”

I could see the veins popping up on his skin as he lowered his gaze to the action. I began rolling my hips on him as he slid even more inside of me. My head fell back as I tried to wrap my brain around what he was doing to me. Had he fucked me in that club, I would have called Arranged Hearts Monday and canceled everything.

“Nique, fuck! I’m about to give you more. You feel so fucking good. I knew you would. Fuck!”

“Give it to me, Harlem. Give it… to me.”

“You think you can handle it?”

“Yes. Yes. Yeeeeessss.”

He eased in more of himself, and there was a tinge of pain, but not enough to have me running from him. He put my back against the shower wall and began stroking me slowly. “Good girl,” he whispered sexily. “Good fucking girl.”

His mouth went back to my nipples, and he teased them with his tongue perfectly. My clit was dragging along his length, and I knew she was about to spit at him again. My body had begun trembling again as well. He stared up at me as he lowered me more. I was hoping he didn’t have much more dick to get inside of me, because he was going to be giving me a tonsillectomy in a minute. “Harleeeeem.”

“Yeah, baby. You almost got all of me inside of you, baby. Damn. Can you do another inch? If you can take all of me, I can get reckless in yo’ shit. I know that’s what you want. I don’t wanna hurt you though.”

He gripped my ass then slowly pulled out of me. He backed away and tilted me back and began playing with my pussy. “This shit is so beautiful, Nique.”

He breached my opening once again and began stroking me faster and with more power, causing my trembles to come back. I closed my eyes, and he said, “Naw. Keep ’em open.”

I opened my eyes in time to see my juices squirt out of me like there was a fire to put out. “You see this shit? This that goodness I been wanting, baby. The shit you had a nigga fiending for.”

I stared at him while I came completely undone. My body was bucking uncontrollably as he began ravaging my shit. When I felt his balls slapping against me, I knew I had taken all of him. He’d taken his time to get me ready for this moment, and I appreciated that so much. It showed just how considerate he was, wanting to make sure we had the best first experience of one another as possible.

There was a deep frown on his face, and I knew he was about to orgasm. I tried to wrap my legs tighter around him, but he pulled away, withdrawing his dick, allowing his seed to hit the shower floor. I wanted him to cum inside of me, but I was more than sure we would have plenty of time for that.

We hadn’t been in this hut for an hour yet, and he was already destroying my walls in the most intensely pleasing way. I could imagine what was in store for me for the rest of this trip… hell, for the rest of our lives.

We had been here a little over a week and had enjoyed shopping, touring the waterfalls along with the rest of the tourist attractions, and mingled among the locals in the markets. I could stay here with her forever. We were in our own bubble and didn’t have to worry about bullshit. No one knew us here, and we didn’t know them. We only had each other without outside influences.

I had been inside of her more times than I could count, and each time was better than the last. Yunique Mott was everything I knew she would be, and I could tell that I was just who she needed. She was so happy. Seeing her smiling nonstop was good for my soul. We were lying on a hammock, enjoying the evening breeze in silence.

We would be leaving in a couple of days, and neither of us were ready. The closer it got to that day, the quieter we’d become. I pulled her on top of me, and she rested her headon my bare chest. I could see myself falling in love with her. However, the true test would be how we got along once we were at the place we didn’t want to go back to, home.

“So what’s on the agenda tomorrow?” she asked softly.

“Massages, facials, just a relaxing day to prepare us for the long flight day after tomorrow.”

“Mm. Sounds good. Do we have to go back?”

“Woman, my sentiments exactly.”

She chuckled softly and lifted her head and puckered her lips. I kissed her softly, allowing it to linger a bit. In such a short amount of time, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. She was my baby, and I wanted to always make sure she was good… that she had everything she needed and wanted.

As we lay here enjoying one another’s company, there was a knock on the door. I frowned slightly, trying to figure out who in the hell would be knocking on our door. Yunique stood and I followed suit, making my way to the door. I discreetly peeked out the window and saw it was a man I had seen at the market. He’d followed us?

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