Page 27 of Grown Folks Confessions: Black Lush

“Some of the old heads from back home used to say that high school sex wasn’t shit compared to grown ass fucking,” he stated, still massaging my feet with his hands. “However, having sex with you set the standard of what I desired, and now, any time we connect I find myself waiting for the chance when you bless me again.”

Bless him, girl, bless him.I knew I was too far gone when my pussy started talking back to me. I moaned, my eyes widening as I realized, “Wait, so do you compare others you’ve fucked to that night, too?”

He nodded. “Damn straight.”

I held back a moan to ask him a question I should have asked a decade ago. “When we wrote to each other that summer, why did you never mention it?”

He sighed, his breath tickling my toes. “Okay, I gotta confess something.”

“Okay.” I remained still, waiting for him to continue.

“A month after you left that summer, I drove down to Chicago to see you.”

My mouth dropped. “You’re lyin’.”

“I wish I was,” he admitted with a laugh. “I even went to your office, but everyone had left for the day and security wouldn’t let me up. Luckily, I remembered you were staying in the Columbia campus apartments and I had saved the address after you told me during one of our conversations. So I went there and was trying to convince the doorman to let me surprise you when boom, you appeared at the elevator.”

I scrunched my forehead, trying to think about what time he was referring to and came up short. I was about to ask for clarification, but he continued.

“You were wearing this blue dress that I hadn’t seen before, and your hair was sleeked back into a ponytail. I had missed you like crazy, and for a split second, I thought you’d seen me at the doorman’s desk and were giving me one of those priceless Layla smiles. Until I realized you were looking at a guy who had been leaning against the wall waiting for you to come down.”

Shit.“Bryan?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it was Bryan’s ass, although I ain’t know who dude was at the time.”

“I didn’t see you,” I confessed. “Had I seen you, I would have given you the biggest hug and rescheduled my date with Bryan.”

He raised an unconvinced eyebrow. “La, the only reason we slept together is because you ain’t want your ex to be the last taste in your mouth before Bryan. And you mean to tell me, you would have sent golden boy packing because I showed up in town?”

“Yes,” I divulged. “That’s exactly what I would have done because even though I ended up having an amazing summer with Bryan, you stayed on my mind.”

“But then you dated him until he graduated.”

“Because we were in high school and I couldn’t express my feelings for you at sixteen,” I explained. “Hell, I barely can now, and you weren’t any better back then. Can you honestly see that part of why you didn’t approach me when you came to Chicago was because you were scared of how I would react just like I was scared to tell you junior year that you were the boy I wanted to be with?”

His eyes studied mine, a look of understanding in them as he let my words sink in. “Nah, I guess you’re right. It just always felt like the timing with us was off.”

“Except now,” I pointed out. “As kids, what we shared had been a memorable ice cream date. As teenagers, we’d had sex in a way that still ranked as one of the most sexually liberating moments of my life.” I scooted closer to him, my voice a bit raspy as I added, “Yet now, we’re not only consenting adults who know what the fuck we want, but we’re married, accidental or not. And this pussy is yours, Ares. Unless you think consummating our marriage makes this all too real.”

His eyes darkened to a brown so deep, I saw my reflection in that shit. He licked his lips before he planted those juicy suckas on me, eliciting a pleasurable moan from me as I soaked in his wine-induced taste. When Ares began moving his hands up my calves, and slowly to my thighs, my breathing grew sporadic.

“You know when you say shit like that to a muthafucka like me, my control starts to snap,” he voiced against my mouth, sounding all throaty and gritty and too damn sexy for me to think straight. “If I were a gentleman, I’d tell you that we don’t have to go further than what you’re comfortable with. But I ain’t that dude.”

Dragging my tongue to his ear, I whispered, “Well, if you were letting me decide, I would tell you that I was ready to leave that event hours ago so you could fuck me until I blacked out.”

He groaned so loud, I was sure whoever was next door heard, and before I even thought about what I was doing, I was straddling him, taking control of the situation and my desire. He was already unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his boxers while helping me slide off my panties and toss them thangs to the floor.

Our lips found each other in a kiss filled with so much passion and fire, all I could do was moan into his mouth. Ares had the kind of lips that were full enough to make you feel like you’d been thoroughly kissed, and expert enough to coax deep groans and noises out of a woman that didn’t sound ladylike at all. Butfuckbeing a lady when it came to Ares. Holding back wasn’t an option. In our kiss, I felt years of built-up passion and suppressed emotions, so when I felt myself climbing up to his face like I had no damn sense, I just went with it.

“Shit,” he huffed when my pussy was directly in front of his mouth. Some men would have wondered what the fuck I was doing so high up. Yet, Ares didn’t question a damn thing. I was gripping his shoulders and letting my legs hang off the back of the loveseat, while he gripped me from behind, held my ass in place, and got to work.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled when his tongue circled around my clit, sucking and nibbling, making me feel so many things at once. It was no surprise to me how fast I came, but he wasn’t letting up with that tongue. How he managed to keep me in place and get us to the bed without tripping on his pants at his ankles was beyond me, but that was Ares. Unpredictable in a way I’d always been addicted to.

We both removed the remainder of our clothes until we were naked, our eyes soaking up one another in admiration. “You get more beautiful every time I see you,” he whispered, slipping on a condom before lowering himself back to the bed.

In my fantasies, when Ares and I reconnected like this, we took it slow and savored each other.

Tonight, there wasn’t time for that shit.

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