Page 59 of Continuum

“Aisha,” he groaned, grabbing my hips. His fingers flexed against my skin and I could feel how tempted he was. “My condoms are in my bag.”

I looked him in his eyes and saw a lot of different emotions playing out on his face. Neither of us moved a muscle.

“You are so fucking wet,” he exhaled. His voice broke with a lust that I felt so deeply it was causing me not to think straight. He swore under his breath. “What are you doing to me?”

“What are you doing to me?” I reached up and cupped his face the way he did mine. Unlocking my legs, I told him the truth. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want you.” My breathing was heavy. “So, you should go get that condom because I’m really tempted to do something reckless.”

He closed his eyes and licked his lips. He took two deep breaths before he pushed himself back to go get condoms. “I trust you,” he said as he rolled the latex on his dick. He climbed on the bed and situated himself between my legs. “But I don’t trust that I would be able to pull out.”

My nipples were so hard they hurt. Bringing my hands to them, I stared into his dark eyes. “I don’t think I would’ve wanted you to,” I murmured to myself.

But the look that crossed his face let me know that he heard me.

Running his hands over my body, he let my wetness suck the head of him in and we moaned in unison. He leaned down, bringing his face close to mine. He searched my eyes. “What did you say?”

“I was agreeing with you…baby…” My sentence fizzled out the moment he sank into me.

Kissing me deeply, he proceeded to fill me up. Inch by inch he stretched me out.

“This tight fucking pussy,” he growled as he worked his way into me. “How are you this tight and wet?”

“Because I’m with you,” I moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he swore, clearly not expecting that answer. “You got this wet for me?”

“Yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssssss.”

Once he was buried inside of me, he paused adjusting to the tight fit. “No, open your eyes.” When my eyes opened, he slowly pulled almost all the way out of me. “Why are you so wet for me?”

“Because I’m yours,” I told him.

“Good girl.” He rotated his hips, giving me a firm thrust and I gasped, clenching around him.

He let out a rumbling noise in the back of his throat. The sexiness of that sound and knowing I caused him to make it made my heart flutter.

“Kwame,” I whimpered.

He sat up, letting his hands run all over my breasts and down my belly. His fingers gripped my rounded hips as he moved in and out of me. With each stroke, I got louder and wetter and needier. The more my body reacted, the wilder he became. He was losing control and that was so fucking sexy to watch. He hit a spot deep inside me and pleasure rippled through my entire body.

“Oh shit,” he panted as he gave me long, fluid strokes.

He leaned forward a bit to wrap his hand around my throat. That new angle engaged my clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted as he drove himself into me. Increasing his pace, he delivered each stroke harder than the last. “Is this pussy mine?”

“It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

He didn’t even have to ask. The sound of my wetness was telling him the answer by inviting him in deeper. Feeling his fingers tighten around my throat made me tighten and the sound he made did something to me.

Heavy lidded and glazed over with lust, his eyes were burning into mine. “Are you mine?” he asked roughly. “Are you mine, Aisha?”

“I’m yours. Oh God, I’m yours,” I cried as my orgasm snuck up on me. I climaxed hard, clamping down around his dick.

“That’s it,” he grunted, fucking me through my orgasm.

Uncontrollable moans poured out of me as he continued taking care of my needs while succumbing to his own. The level of intimacy of his words as he gave in to me. He moved his hand from my throat and leaned down to kiss me. There was something about that kiss that was different. And he felt it too. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and that was it. We rocked into each other while alternating between staring into each other’s eyes and kissing. It was intense. So when I felt him lose control, it caused me to freefall into pleasure and the entire exchange was highly charged.

My back arched violently and after a brief pause, I had no control of my pulsating body. The intensity of my orgasm incited his as he bucked against me, cursing under his breath. He stiffened and shuddered as he came just as hard as I did.

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