Oh no he didn't

I admit it, I gave into it, into him. His smell was intoxicating, a hint of cologne lingered on him and it was just enough. His hands were soft and strong as he gently squeezed my ass and rubbed my thighs. His lips, what can I say about his lips, they were full, soft, luscious and I could’ve have kissed him for hours. As I began to run my fingers through his curly hair, I was immediately turned on by its softness. I was getting wet, scratch that, I was wet, to be honest, my pussy had been moist since I saw first him and it was only getting wetter as his tongue probed my mouth and his hands began their adventure.

He gently opened my thighs and rubbed the inner thigh. I let out a little sigh each time his hand got close to my goodness. He had big hands and I wanted them to touch me, oh how I wanted them to touch me, and just as I thought he was about to make contact, he pulled away. I mean he didn’t just stop kissing me, he leaned back and looked out the window.

“Is something the matter?”
“No, no, no, not at all,” shaking his head.
“Why did you stop?”
“I needed to catch my breath for a minute. You are so beautiful and I’ve wanted you for so long, I need to stay, um, let’s say composed, to stay in control. I knew as soon as felt your juices, well, it would be over.”
“Really? Well let me help you, help me."

I stood up and lead him upstairs. You got it; I’m back in control baby. This is my house, my bed, and most importantly, my pussy. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be begging to touch me. I took off his tee shirt and laid him on the bed. He really is fucking gorgeous; his skin reminded me of milk chocolate, smooth and creamy like. And his body was to die for, I could’ve eaten dinner off of his six-pack; his arms, thighs and legs were lean and shapely like a baller’s. This was going to be fun.

“Stay still, I’ll be right back.”

I darted to my dressing room, changed robes and grabbed my massage oil. I went back in the bedroom, closed the drapes and turned on some soft tunes. The sun’s glow came through the drapes giving the room a caramel hue.

I got on the bed and straddled him. I know he could feel my moisture through his shorts, just as I could feel his manliness growing and squirming, but I wouldn’t let him in until I was ready. I poured a few drops of oil onto his hairless chest and began rubbing it in, with each stretch of my arms towards his shoulders, I rose up just a bit, and with each retraction of my arms to his abs, I lowered back on him. With each lowering came a small grind. He tried to reach for my titties, but I pushed his hands away. He had had his chance downstairs, now it was my turn. I gradually began speeding up, rubbing harder, landing harder and grinding stronger. It was definitely turning him on. He grabbed the pillows and began moaning, when he tried to move his hips in concert, I stopped him. It was gonna be my way or no way. He was on the verge, he had to be inside of me and just as he started to tremble, I leaned forward and put my head on his chest. I wasn’t ready for him to come yet. I sat back up to see him looking at me, actually through me. I smiled, leaned forward a bit and touched my goodness. I was sure enough wet, good and wet. The back of my hand glided over his dick, which made him jump. I made sure my fingers were drenched before I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it clean. His eyes said it all, he was astonished, excited and wanted to taste me for himself. I got my hand wet again, this time giving it to him to clean. He sucked each finger as if it was a steak bone, so much so that I almost lost it couple of times.

Since he enjoyed my taste, it was time for me to give him breakfast. I turned around and backed up until my pussy was over his face and my face was over his dick. Before I had a chance to lower to him, he grabbed my ass and shoved my pussy onto his tongue. It was wonderful; he licked, lapped, sucked and fucked me with his tongue. There was no area of my vagina left unexplored. It was hard for me to focus on his dick. I wanted to give his manhood the undivided attention it deserved. It was plentiful and would take concentration for me to do it justice. I didn’t want to climax and accidentally bite him, so I opted for just licking the tip as he was enjoying me, which turned out to be a damn good idea. When I came, it was full throttle; I yelled, arched my back and began to shake. He had to hold onto so I wouldn’t fall off the bed. It was wonderful, and it was my turn.

The orgasm had invigorated me. I sucked on the head, I licked the shaft, I massaged his nuts and then it was on. I attacked his dick like a starving Ethiopian. I spit on his dick and began deep throating. His moans were deep and his breathing was heavy. He tried to finger me, but I pushed his hand away and held his arms in position with my legs. It was my turn. I took it all, every erect, long, thick inch. My head was going up and down to the city rhythms I heard outside my window, slow as the bus stopped on the corner, then faster and erratic when a neighbor began mowing his lawn and finally an all out suck-fest when the ambulance came barreling down the street.

“I’m gettin’ ready to cum,” he growled. I didn’t miss a beat.
“Oh fuck baby,” he said. I was steadfast.
“That’s right Monaaaaa,” he moaned. I stopped, bit down on him and kicked him in the head as I got the fuck offa him.
“Oh shit, Kelly, I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize, just get up, get your shit and get the fuck outta my house this very instant,” I told him as I began to get dressed.
“Wait baby. I’m sorry, she’s my ex-wife, I got caught up, you were doing it so well...”
“Yes, so well in fact that I must’ve reminded you of her...just leave,” shaking my head as I tied up my shoelaces.

He was in shock and still lying on my bed by the time I was ready to go downstairs.

“What don’t you understand? I need you to get dressed and leave my home, right now.”
“I don’t wanna leave; I wanna stay here with you. I’m sorry Kelly, I’m really sorry.”
“Yes, dear I know you’re sorry, which is why I want you to get the fuck outta my house.”

Then this motherfucker had the nerve to try and jump bad on me, “I don’t want to leave and I’m not leaving,” he said as he put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs at the ankle.