Page 16 of Candid Moments
“Oh my God!” I moan as his tongue explores my pussy. When he finds my swollen clit, I jerk from the sensation. “Denim… Shit!” Taking his precious time, savoring me, he is driving me wild and causing my body to tingle all over. “Oh God… I can’t,” I whimper because I can’t hold the storm that’s building anymore. My legs start to quake and he places his hands on my thighs to limit my movement. However, when he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks it feverishly, I explode and scream his name as the explosion ripples through my body. “Den…nim! Damn!” When he plants a kiss on my stomach, I am still trembling, almost on the verge of ecstatic tears. Then he lays beside me.
The fuck?
Breathlessly and wholly disappointed, I ask, “Why’d you stop?” I want more; I want to feel him inside of me.
“It’s too soon.”
Slowly, I turn my drained body to face him. “Too soon for who? For what?” I question.
“I want you, Jamila, more than you know. But I don’t want you if you’re not ready. Just yesterday, you were with him.”
“And you were with her. They have nothing to do with this. With us!” I stress. “I’m a grown ass woman and I know what and who I want. I’m done with Corey. There is no going back. I don’t want him. I want you.”
“I’m real selfish. Once we cross that line, I don’t share and I don’t play number two. I want you so fucking bad; that’s why I had to taste you. If we take this further, when we return home, you will be mine. So be sure before we do this.”
Although I am a thousand percent sure, I don’t answer him with words. Instead, I sit up, remove my bra, then straddle him. While running my fingers across the top of his head, I ask, “Is this sure enough for you?” Because I’m not looking for an answer, I cover his mouth with mine. Even though I initiated the kiss, he takes over, trailing his lips to my neck and collarbone while his big hands caress my back. “I love your hands,” I whisper in his ear before nibbling on it.
When I suck on his earlobe, he damn near growls. I also feel his bulge underneath me stiffen so I lightly grind on him.
“So are we doing this?” he asks and I nod without any hesitation.
My hands move to his chiseled chest and I run them down. I replace my hands with my lips and plant soft kisses. Anxious to get my hands on him, I snake my hands inside of his sweats then grab his semi-erect dick. Elated with his size, I start stroking him and he gets harder in my hands.
“Damn,” he groans. “Shit.”
“I need these off,” I tell him.
After running my thumb across his tip, I ease off him so he can get rid of these sweats and get in me. He stands, pushes his pants down, then steps out of them. I lay back on the pillows and watch his every move, admiring his perfect body.
When he crawls back on the bed, he hovers over me then leans into me. Our lips graze then we kiss passionately. His lips travel to my heaving breasts. He kisses each one tenderly as his hands explore between my legs. When he rubs two fingers up and down my slit, we both moan.
“Stop teasing me,” I whimper. “And roll over.”
I’m dying to ride him. Following my request, he lays on the bed then I crawl on top of him. I mount him and take him in slowly, capturing his head first.
“The fuck!” he groans as I take in a little more of him. Inch by inch, I slowly cover his dick. He fills me all the way and it feels too fucking good. My eyes widen then roll to the back of my head as my mouth opens but no sound comes out. When I’ve finally taken him all in, a moan escapes my lips. His hands grab my hips and he holds me in place, prohibiting me from moving. “You feel so damn good.”
“Mm. You… too.” We lock eyes then I grab his wrists. I want to fuck him. He loosens his grip and I gain control, free to move. Slowly, I start riding him, going up and down with precision. “Damn… Denim… Mmm,” I moan as I whine and grind on him.
I’m in complete control and the feeling is too damn incredible. He’s feeling it too. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth and hands are back to gripping my waist.
“Jamila, shit,” he groans. His hands move to my back then he sits up and rolls me over onto the bed. “My turn,” he whispers as he places my left leg over his right shoulder. It’s the perfect angle to hit my spot. Taking his time, he thrusts in and out, in and out. I match each thrust, gripping him each time he moves out.
“Right there. Just like that,” I moan.
My core tightens and a shiver rips through me. My entire body trembles and he picks up his pace. My orgasm is brewing and I can’t stop the inevitable. My trembling quickens and I reach out for him. One hand grabs his arm and the other lands on his chest. He strokes me through my orgasm. As my body shakes, he continues to hit my spot and when I feel his thumb on my clit, I explode again. He’s seconds behind me.
“Fuck, Jamila! Damn, baby,” he groans before falling beside me.
Denim
It’s funny how I thought I had the right woman until the true right one was in my arms. The minute my lips touched Jamila’s I knew it; I felt that shit. She is meant for me. It’s her that I’ve been waiting on. This is the feeling I’ve been missing.
My hands caress her back as she rests her soft ass body on mine. Her head is on my chest and her thick thigh is draped across my legs. When I crane my neck to kiss the top of her head, I notice a tattoo on her shoulder. There are words around it that I can’t decipher.
While running my hand across it, I ask, “What is this? What does it say?”
After lightly lifting her head, she says, “It’s an opened shutter and it says: I came. I saw. I captured. I got that tattoo after I bought my first professional camera. I took a leap of faith and followed my dream so I wanted a tat to commemorate it.”
