Page 76 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Thank you for everything,” she said, caressing my face, and I didn’t need her to clarify to know she meant the Starbucks, the fights, and all the shit prior.
“Anything necessary, Peep.” I kissed her before pulling back, staring into her piercing and beautiful ass eyes. “Now that shit is out in the open, I wanna go somewhere local. Ain’t that what couples do all the fucking time?”
“Yes, and I can’t wait.”
“What you wanna do?” I queried.
“Mmmm.” She tapped her chin.
“Or you want me to pick?”
“Yes. You did good with Malibu, so I trust your choices.” She winked, making us both smile before we pecked.
Like anytime we kicked the shit, the room was lowly lit with music playing softly, going perfectly along with the sexual tension spilling out through our kisses.
Sucking her lips, I said, “You know now that shit is out in the open, Ialsowanna do something else.”
“Like what?” She whispered, almost nervously, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen Banks’s ass be nervous.
“Nothing crazy.” I kissed her nose, caressing her silky thigh that was across my lap before gliding it up to her ass. “I wanna eat yo’ pussy, Peep.” I laid her onto her back, moving the wife beater that clung to her perfectly in certain places but fell loose in others, to the side to take a nipple into my mouth.
“Mmm,” she cooed, small hand on my shoulder.
Moving to the other nipple, I said, “I gotta learn what you like and don’t, Peep, so don’t hesitate to speak up.”
Banks moaned softly as I pushed the wife beater up to suck on her toned stomach, moving my tongue around her belly ring once I reached it.
I continued sucking on her abdomen, while pulling on her underwear, sliding them past her sexy thighs before tossing them muthafuckas.
Climbing down onto my knees, I got a good look at her beautiful pussy, slightly glistening from her arousal. Wasting notime, I sucked on her lower lips, coaxing a moan from her mouth before running my tongue from her opening to her clit.
The hairs on my arms bristled at the taste of her and how much longing a nigga had endured just to experience this shit right here.
Keeping her legs wide open, I sucked her clit slowly, while dragging my tongue around it and under the hood occasionally, feeling her start to dampen my lips and chin.
“Low,” she cried out, hand caressing the back of my head.
“Talk to me, Peep.”
“That’s perfect,” she moaned, opening her legs more for me as I slipped my hands under her ass cheeks.
The smell was magnificent, and the taste was absent, just the way I liked the shit. I wasn’t a nigga who ate pussy often, and in fact hadn’t done the shit since I was a freshman at Crenshaw High School. After that, it hadn’t been something I felt compelled to do. Any woman I fucked was simply to get a nut off, but with Banks, I not only had the heavy urge to eat, but I also wanted to be sure she enjoyed her fucking self.
Her legs started to shake as I lapped at her clit, toggling between that and sucking on it. Her moans hit a high pitch before her nails scraped at my head, just as she came, calling out.
As she lay there, spent, I didn’t stop, licking and lapping from her clit to her ass repeatedly and messily until honing back in on her swollen bud.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, probably enjoying myself more than her as she leaked all over my mouth and beard.
“Low, . . . wait,” she whimpered, body seizing up as I gave her a continuous tongue lashing.
Like the last time, her snivels hit a crescendo just before she exploded, falling back onto the bed.
Kissing her lower lips, I dragged and sucked my way up her stomach until I hit her exposed titties, going back and forthbetween each, licking, biting, and vacuuming them into my mouth as my fingers played in her wetness.
“You taste good, Peep.” I slipped my tongue into her mouth, circling her clit and down to circle her opening with my fingers as I did so.
“Put it in,” she replied through kisses, reaching to push at my joggers and boxers.
