Page 37 of Loving a Libra
I shook my head at his forwardness but did as he asked. When my backside was facing him, he smacked my ass.
“Ohh shit. That ass is looking a lil fatter too. C’mere.”
He pulled me into his arms again, cupped my ass, and lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the sectional. When he sat down, I straddled him.
“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he said between the kisses he placed on my chest and neck.
“I’ve made a lot of progress in the bedroom, but you’ll probably have to use one of the closets in another room.”
He chuckled. “I figured as much, but it’s cool.”
“I haven’t done much else besides miss you. How was the convention?”
“It was very informative. We had a creative marketing session, and I came up with some ideas I want to try.”
“How do you think it’ll be once Maurice finds out about us?”
He shrugged. “It’ll be bad, but I can separate our friendship from the business. It may be harder for him, though, because of how this went down. I don’t want you to worry about that shit, though.”
“It’s kinda hard not to, but?—”
My watch vibrated, alerting me that I had a call. I looked at my watch screen, then showed it to Tariq. It was a call fromERL.
“I’m sure it’s Maurice. I blocked his cell phone a few days ago,” I told him.
“Are you gon’ answer it?”
“No. I’ll block that number later. Do you think he knows I’m gone?”
“Probably not. He went straight to work when we landed.”
“Shit. He keeps calling. Let me get?—”
“Nah. Fuck that nigga. I ain’t seen you in three days, and I’ll be damned if he gets any more time or energy from either of us.”
He grabbed my wrists, removed my watch, turned it off, and tossed it to the side. He slipped his hands into the back of my shorts and squeezed my bare ass.
“It would’ve been nice had you greeted me at the door naked, but no panties will do.”
“And my pussy is already wet. No foreplay needed.”
“Fuck that, baby. Foreplay is my favorite part. We still got some rooms to christen. I guess this one is next. Take that shit off.”
He released me long enough for me to stand and rid myself the tank top and shorts I wore, while he just pushed his shorts and underwear down, exposing his hard dick. When I got ready to straddle him again, he stopped me.
“What are you doing?”
He slowly stroked his dick as he spoke. “Stay on your feet. I want that pussy on my face.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. He let his head fall back onto the back of the couch as I planted my feet on the couch on either side of him. My pussy hovered over his face as I put my hands on the wall. His tongue swiped over my lips, making my knees buckle.
Tariq’s hands palmed and squeezed my ass, smashing his face into my center. My pussy had never been eaten from this angle, and my God, was I in heaven. His tongue could reach every crack and crevice between my thighs, and if we had to stay in this position forever, I’d happily do so.
“Fuck, Riq! I’m cummin’!”
My juices rushed from my body fast and hard, and Tariq did his best to catch every ounce.
“Sit on it!”
