Page 18 of A Virgo's Muse
“Cover every inch of you… in me.”
She moaned softly, her head tipping back as I dipped into a soft red and ran it down her legs, her sides, and her neck. Paint was everywhere on her, on me, on the canvas, and in our hair.
It wasn’t about perfection. It was about connection. It was chaotic. It was intimate. It was us.
I spread her legs apart to look at her perfectly shaven pussy. We kissed anytime we were around each other, but tonight, I would get to taste her and fuck her until the sun rose.
I said a silent prayer before I laid flat on my stomach and placed my head between her thighs. I nuzzled my nose into her core before I began my feast. I took long, slow, deliberate licks, trying to savor every drop of her essence. Everyone had their own opinions on what pussy tasted like, and I didn’t eat pussy a lot, but this was the best pussy I’d tasted since I started this shit. It didn’t have a smell, and it was sweet, not bitter or tasted like pennies. The more I worked my tongue on her pussy the faster and louder her moans got.
I lifted my right hand, bringing it to her mouth. I allowed her to suck on them before I stuck my index and middle finger into her dripping wet pussy. I began my vicious attack, and soon, I began to hear Desire moan out my name.
“Ooh, Onyx,” she said, moaning loudly.
Soon after, she came all over my fingers and mouth, making a sticky mess. I licked my fingers clean before I licked my lips, searching for the rest of her nectar.
I leaned down and kissed her passionately. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. She moved her hand to the back of my head to deepen the kiss, and I allowed her for a second before I broke the kiss. I looked down in her eyes and saw nothing but love and purity looking back up at me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I questioned.
If she said no, I would stop all physical touch at that moment. Consent was and would always be my number one priority. She didn’t say anything at first, but then she licked her lips and parted her mouth.
“I want this, Onyx,” she confirmed, and that gave me the green light to continue what I had been wanting to do since I saw her body naked.
I rubbed my hardened dick up and down her slit. It was still sticky and wet from her first orgasm. When my dick was wet enough, I placed it at her entrance and began slow strokes so she could get comfortable with the length of my dick.
When I heard the first moan from her mouth, I picked up my speed. I didn’t just fuck her. I made love to her body, mind, and soul. With each stroke and the way her tight pussy grabbed my dick, I fell deeper and deeper into her—figuratively not actually.
We went round for round, nut for nut. It was like as soon as I made her cum, she wanted to upstage me and make me nut harder than what she’d just done. She finally tapped out.
That’s when it was over. When the music faded and our bodies stilled, she curled up in my arms on that tarp, skin sticky with paint, hearts open and bare.
“I used to think I’d never let anyone see this side of me,” she said quietly.
“Why’s that?” I asked, brushing her hair back.
“Because I didn’t think I had anything left to give.”
I kissed her temple. “You gave me peace. That’s everything.”
She didn’t say anything after that. She didn’t have to. We laid there, tangled and quiet, letting the silence speak for us. Because this, this was love in its rawest form.
What they be saying? When you fuck with a Virgo, it’s like fucking with Death Row. Well, where the fuck was that contract?Desire had my ass falling head over heels and ready to go fight Suge Knight or some shit.
I’d been watchingthis nigga since he left the warehouse. I was on some real quiet, real patient, shadow type shit. Trying to pull a him on him. He loved moving in the dark, so let me take a card out his hand.
Onyx thought I was weak, thought I was gonna fall back and let shit go ’cause time passed. Nah. I had him right where I wanted.
This nigga was out here finger painting with a bitch while he got a hit on his head for killing my pops. Killer turned lover boy—that’s real funny.
He moved like he was untouchable, like the world couldn’t touch him, like taking my father’s last breath didn’t come with a bill attached. But I been clocking everything.
The girl? Yeah. I seen her. She was bad as hell—skin like butter, face soft but her eyes sharp. It looked like she peeped more than she said. She was always in that art studio she ran. And if she wasn’t there, she was with that loud-ass best friend of hers. She was a short thing with attitude.
I took notes every day. It was the same routine. Onyx was too comfortable. Niggas forgot how dangerous comfort was. Today was the day. I pulled up to that studio and sat in the cut across the street with tinted windows and my seat leaned back. I watched them through the glass. They were barefoot with body paint all over them like they ain’t have a care in the fucking world, laughing, touching. That man ain’t even know he was being hunted, that his world was about to split down the middle.
You didn’t get to take my father and ride off into the sunset with a pretty bitch and peace of mind. You had to pay… one bone at a time.
So, I started with the bitch’s friend. I snatched her up just like that. She was walking out the studio, headed to her car. I was already in the back seat. I put a rag over her mouth. It was quiet and easy.
