Page 91 of Devanté
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
When we got back to Blake’s house, our parents were sitting in the backyard laughing and talking over drinks. We didn’t let them know we were back just yet because Blake wanted to go upstairs and get her mind right before she dealt with her mother.
I didn’t blame her.
Miss Yelinda had long since changed Blake’s old room into a reading room for herself but I still remembered the way it used to look. White and blue walls, Polaroid pictures of us and all the crazy shit we did used to be pinned in the shape of a heart over her bed, a CD player on the bookcase under the window, an electric blue inflatable couch across from her bed and a bright blue comforter on the full-size bed.
Thinking about her old room hit me with a wave of nostalgia. I walked over to the couch that sat where Blake’s bed used to be and fell to the soft cushions. When she sat beside me, I could smell the cocoa butter on her umber skin. I wanted to slide my tongue across her shoulders and bite her neck just to listen to her moan for me.
“Remember my wall of Polaroids?” She asked with a smile. She leaned close, bumping me with her shoulders.
“I do. You still have those pictures?”
“I think I left them here when I packed up for college. Mom probably tossed them.”
“Hopefully not.” I pulled her legs on top of mine and pulled her shoes off so I could rub her feet. “I used to love being in here when we were kids.”
“Did you?” She smiled and rested her head on the back of the couch. “I used to love your room,” she said. “Especially in high school.”
“Why especially high school?” I looked at her and that smile…it grabbed my heart and refused to let go.
“Because that’s when you got your first set of muscles and you wore them so well. Especially to my sixteen-year-old eyes. You never liked to wear a shirt because you were a pretty boy and I used to get my entire life looking at your gorgeous skin.” She slid her hand along my forearm.
“My first set of muscles?” I laughed.
“Yeah. Your starter muscles. I like this set much better though. No more teenage pretty boy muscles.”
“Oh yeah? What are these muscles called?” I asked, staring into her eyes while I worked the tension from the soles of her soft feet.
“These are grown man muscles. Thick and hard.” She bit her bottom lip. “These are solid.” Her hand moved to my chest. My cock thickened in response to her touch.
“You keep touching them and you’re going to feel something else solid.”
“I already feel it poking me in the leg,” she giggled moving to sit straight up. Silence provided the perfect soundtrack for me to kiss her. I tasted her glossy lips with my tongue first then deepened the kiss, pulling her against my body and exploring her mouth.
My fingers speared her thick hair, gripping it at the base of her neck. I loved the sound of her startled gasp. I could listen to it on repeat.
“Take these off,” I said, plucking the button on her jeans open. “I need to feel your clit on my tongue. Now.” Blake didn’t object. She came out of her jeans in five seconds flat. While she stood, my eyes ate up her thick, smooth thighs. I knelt at her feet and traced the faint stretch marks at her hips and the tops of her thighs.
I peeled her pink panties down, inching them over her legs, letting them fall at her ankles. I pressed my lips to her stomach and shut my eyes, savoring the sweet scent adorning her.
“Bend over,” I commanded in a deep voice that refused to accept any disobedience. Blake swallowed then turned around and bent at the waist, pushing her ass in the air. I stared at her thick pussy and rubbed my hard cock through my pants. I let it spring free while I watched her bent over like a work of art.
How had I waited so long to taste her? To feel her? To love her the way she needed to be loved?
I stroked my erection while I ate her pussy from the back, making sure to roll my tongue against her stiff clit. The moans pouring out of her were otherworldly. They weren’t meant for human ears. Couldn’t have been.
I moved my hand up her body then back down to her ass, spreading her open so I could slip my tongue along every crevice of her cunt. I wanted all of her. I needed to feel her slick cum rolling down my throat or I would fucking die.
I slid underneath her and pulled her down on my face. She tugged against me and I frowned. “Sit down, Blake,” I told her.
“I don’t want to suffocate you, Devanté. You see these thighs?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, awe and wonder in my deep voice. “Squeeze my face with them. Paint my face with your pussy. I’m not playing with you right now. I don’t have time for it. You can feel however you want but if I don’t get your thick pussy on my face I’m going to be pissed. Now sit.” That time when I pulled her down, she rested on my face like a good girl and I indulged.
I was gluttonous with her. I licked and sucked until her legs trembled and my throat was wet. I slipped my tongue in her entrance and coaxed out as much of her honey as I could until I was full and satiated.
I gripped two handfuls of her ass and shook her until she got the hint and bounced on my face. I groaned into her cunt then went back to my meal. I bit her soft thighs and wrapped my lips around her clit, making her squeal and move faster.
