Page 23 of Love Always, Nova Black
Squeezing my thighs, he lowered his face between my legs and used his tongue to slide my panties to the side. The moment his mouth covered my swollen flesh, I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. I could hear the sounds of my liquids consuming his tongue.
“Fuck!” I called out.
“In a minute,” he teased. “Let me taste you first.”
On the inside, I laughed at his momentary joke, but on the outside, I couldn’t even crack a smile. All I could do was grab the sheets while trying not to scream at the top of my lungs.
His grip around my thighs grew tighter as he darted his tongue in and out of me. The sensation was so strong that I could barely keep my body on the mattress. With every rotation of my hips, his head followed in rhythm, making me feel like there was no hope for me to keep my cool.
“Don, you’re about to make me cum.”
“Do what you do, beautiful.”
The depth of his voice latched on to my senses, lifting me to a place that I didn’t want to come down from. No longer able to hold back, my pussy unleashed everything inside of me. I forced my pelvis further into his face, not wanting to miss a single wave of what was being given to me. Gladly, he absorbed me, making sure that he got exactly what he came for.
I could barely breathe as thoughts of what he would do with his dick took on a mind of their own. In the length of time that I’d known Don, I’d never actually seen it in the flesh. But I’d seen it in some basketball shorts or a pair of sweats, and it was more than a little something to look forward to.
“Stand up,” he demanded.
Slowly, I scooted off the bed and stood directly in front of him. My panties were still on, but they were completely soaked.
As if he could read my mind, he said, “Take them off.”
With my eyes still on him, I slithered them down and let them drop to my ankles. As I kicked them to the side, Don snatched me forward and lifted me from the floor. Like second nature, my legs wrapped around his waist. Turning me around, he pressed my back against the wall and kissed me so hard that I thought my heart was going to explode. Even while being aggressive, he still gave me the kind of passion that made me feel like we were making love instead of fucking.
But were we? Were we making love?
Quickly, I shook that thought from my mind. I couldn’t afford to lose this moment. I knew what his tongue was capable of, I needed to know what his dick had to offer. I’d come too far not to find out.
But what if I’m making a mistake?
What if his dick is so good that I lose my shit and mess up everything?
Before I knew it, every horrible thought had flooded my brain, and I couldn’t seem to turn it off.
Pressing my hands against his chest, I said, “Wait.”
11
Don
“Did I do something wrong?” I questioned as Nova hurried to grab the clothes that she’d neatly hung in my closet earlier.
“No, you’re fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
But her tone was just as impulsive as she was as she pulled her clothes from the hangers, so I was far from convinced.
“Nova, stop. Tell me what’s going on in your head. If I did something—”
“You didn’t do anything, Don. It’s me.”
“What’s you?”
“This!” she blurted. “I shouldn’t have taken things this far. For one, you and I are friends. Two, I’m not even divorced yet.”
