Page 18 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“Bedroom please. Don’t you want to see what’s under this dress?”
“Shit, I wanna taste it too,” I admit.
When I lead her into my bedroom, she releases my hand and remains by the door. Her eyes take a tour of it and she smiles as she does. Then, she looks up at me.
“Sit on the bed,” she says and that beautiful smile on her face has me stepping to my bed.
When I’m sitting on it, she saunters over to me, places her hands on my shoulder, then anchors her knees to my sides,straddling me. She pushes her hair from the side of her face. This close I see something in her eyes that I didn’t notice before. I can’t put my finger on it but they look different, less vibrant.
“You good?” I ask.
“I am now,” she says and for the sake of this moment, I choose to believe her. Slowly, she nods her head then adds, “I like your room. It fits.”
“I like you.” My hands move to her ass. “You fit,” I admit because she does. Even just like this, I know she does because nothing in my mind is screaming hitting and quitting. It hasn’t since that first night. She’s literally been crowding my thoughts all day and night and her sitting right here, in my lap, in my bedroom—this feels right as fuck.
“I like you too but I know I’ll like you more if you take this dress off.”
“But I like this dress. Poetic Justice was tight,” I comment, teasing, as I run my hand across the movie poster printed across her dress.
“Good. I picked it for you. I felt like you like the movie too. See, we’re already connected.”
“For me? Is that right?”
“Mm hm. I also picked out what’s under it for you too.”
“Well, I gotta see that.”
Seductively, she raises up on her knees then grabs my hands. She places them on the hem of her dress. Happily, I raise the dress up and off, exposing her orange, laced panties and bra.
Slowly, she eases off my lap. Standing directly in front of me, she gives me a full view, turning slowly. As she does, I take my time studying every inch of her smooth skin, and every curve. She’s absolutely stunning.
“Shit! You’re gorgeous,” I tell her and she leans in and pecks my lips. When she’s back upright, she turns back around. Unable to resist, I plant a kiss on her perfectly round ass then I lightly slap her cheek. She laughs then leans down and starts to unzip her boot. “Don’t. Keep them on,” I insist.
Granting my request, she zips it back up and stands upright. She steps back closer and I part my legs so she can get even closer. My hands gravitate to her ass, they grip it. Her soft but sweet scent engulfs me and I inhale her, taking her all in before kissing her stomach
“So, you do like what’s under my dress?” she teases.
“No doubt. I’m really obsessed already but I need it off. I think the real treasure is still hidden.” I kiss her stomach again and she purrs. “Take it all off,” I demand and she reaches back and unhooks her bra. When it falls, I get the view of her pretty ass titties, dark brown areolas on creamy milk chocolate. I don’t think I’ve ever had a favorite color until this moment. It’s definitely brown, all Imani shades of brown.
As she pulls her panties down and steps out of them. she asks, “Better?”
“Nah. Perfect. Now, climb all of that on me.”
She grants my demand and climbs back onto my lap. Her arms wrap around my neck. Then, she kisses my bottom lip then my top before slipping her tongue in and slowly tonguing me.
“What’s next?”
“This.”
While bracing her back to keep her steady, I turn us over on to the bed. Those beautiful damn eyes of hers are locked on me. I love that she never shies away from my stare; that shit is sexy as hell. When I lean in and kiss her nose, her hands inchunder my shirt and glide up my chest. To assist her, I remove my shirt.
“Damn,” she utters then smiles. Her hands return to my chest then they move up to my shoulders, down my arms, then back to my chest. They move to my neck next and her fingers trace across my tattoos.
Narrowing the space between us, I lean in and plant kisses across her collar bone. Then, I kiss down her cleavage before grazing my lips over each of her hard nipples. After savoring both of her breasts, I make my way down to her thighs. Imani is gorgeous, every inch of her, including her pussy. After spreading her thighs open, I take a moment to admire her thin strip of hair and fat pussy lips.A fucking work of art.
“Shit, Imani. You are beautiful from your head down to your toes.”
“Thank y-” she begins but her words turn into a moan when I spread her lower lips and kiss her clit. “Mmm. Fuuck.”
