Page 44 of Grown Folks Confessions: Black Lush

Fast, then slow.

Fast.

Then, oh so slow.

I was already convulsing, begging for a release. Without warning, he flattened his tongue into soft licks at the hood, as he slid his finger into my ass while his thumb pressed down on my clit.

The cry that escaped into the sexually charged room sounded foreign to me. So much so, that I was sure I’d never made the sound before.

Glancing down at Ares, I figured I must be right because instead of his light brown eyes dancing with cockiness that he had me right where he wanted me, instead they were so dark and almost appeared to have a red ring around his pupils.

Scientifically, the red loveseat that was visible in the mirror behind us and above us was probably causing a reflective paralleling affect in his eyes. To me, though, it looked like an inferno was building, and after that sound I made, I’d released the devil he was trying to hold back.

My orgasm exploded in that moment, as I wailed more cries into the air as wave, after wave, afterwavedanced throughout my body. I had goosebumps all over as I came down from my high, those fiery eyes still on me.

Unmoving.

Unyielding.

Unblinking.

For a split second, the intensity of the moment made me nervous as to what he’d do to me next. But I had no reason to be terrified of him. This was Ares. My childhood crush. My high school crush. Mylifetimecrush if I were being honest. He wouldn’t hurt me. And yet, my heart was pounding so hard, I felt the ringing in my ears.

He stood, wiping his mouth and sucking his fingers, which was so damn naughty considering where they’d been, but Ares didn’t seem to give a shit.

Watching him remove his clothes was pornographic, and even though it had been years, it brought a sly smile to my lips to see that the body that continued to star in all my fantasies was just as delicious as I remembered.

“Let me,” I told him when he ripped open the condom. I slid it on slowly, my fingers rubbing against his veins as he jumped in my hands with each touch.

I wanted to taste that dick again, but a girl was way too fucking horny to wait, and based off how hard Ares was, he agreed.

It would be so easy for him to slip inside of me, but I had something else in mind as I stood and motioned for him to take my place.

He did as told, and if he were wondering why we were still dealing with the reclined chair when there was a whole ass convertible couch there, he didn’t say.

As I straddled him, I noticed there was barely any room for my knees, but I was too far gone to start changing shit now. Instead, I squatted on the balls of my feet, using the little platforms on the side of the chair that was supposed to be for the clients arms to rest.

“Fuck,” Ares huffed, gripping my ass to make sure I didn’t fall when I shook a little. “There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to get this damn vision outta my head.”

“Good,” I spluttered. “I want me and my pussy to stay on your mind always.”

He grunted. “Yo’ conceited ass already know you ain’t never left it.”

My smirk was guileful as I lowered myself onto his dick, both of us expelling a harsh breath into the air at the feeling of being intimately connected for the first time in years.

Call me lazy, but I’d always been more of a missionary kind of girl. Yet, squatting on Ares’ dick while I grinded and rode that thang with nothing more than his hands and those little armrests to balance me was my newfound favorite way to fuck.

“Layla, what the hell do you do to me?” he questioned, groaning as I tilted myself forward to bring him deeper.

“The same hypnotizing shit you do to me,” I remarked. “The hold you have over me has never been something I understood.”

“Except that we make perfect sense together,” he finished. And he was right.

Ares was my person.

The man I compared all others to.

I didn’t just want to fuck him a few times and go back to how things were. I wanted him in my life …permanently.

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