Shantii
I finished my shower and got out. I dried with my towel and covered my yawn. I heard commotion a few minutes earlier, I hope the boys aren't here yet. I was in the bathroom from downstairs meaning, I had to cross the kitchen and living room to get to my room.
I cursed under my breath.
I yawned again and sucked my teeth. I was too tired to care who saw me. I made sure to tuck my towel around my figure so it wouldn't fall before wrapping my soaking wet hair in it's own towel.
I opened the door and crossed the room quickly, ignoring the silence that tensed the room when I walked past. I bit my lip and rushed up the steps. I ran to my room and stripped out of the towels.
The door bust open, I jumped. I turned around to see it was Jaylon. I hid under the covers, he laughed.
"Jaylon, chill, can you get out?" I kept a straight face.
He sucked on his bottom lip, "Nah, why you shy?" he asked, sitting on the end of the bed.
"I'm for real. Get out, I'm getting dressed." I pulled the covers higher, up to my neck. Out of nowhere, he jumped on top of me, leaving me breathless. "Get off of me," I giggled.
He kicked his shoes off before sliding under the covers with me. I opened my mouth to protest before he flipped me so I was straddling him.
I realized my private parts were exposed. I tried to grab the covers to cover myself up again. He moved them again and stared into my eyes, I expected his eyes to at least glance down at my goodies but he wouldn't.
"Can I get down?" I asked, rubbing my head in annoyance.
"No. I like the view," he smiled, but even then he was staring at my face. I looked away, blushing profusely. He used his thumb and index finger to bring my face back to his.
I leaned down and kissed him. He instantly stuck his tongue in my mouth. His mouth explored mines ravishingly. His tongue, moist and minty. I moaned softly, leaning lower for more.
He grabbed my ass. I gasped and pulled back. I didn't even have clothes on! "Let me put some clothes on," I mumbled against his lips. He nodded and got off of the bed, turning around, to give me some privacy.
I slid into the lacy bra and panty set and lotioned my body from top to bottom. I rolled on some deodorant before sliding into the pajamas I set out.
I pulled my hair into a loose bun and walked in front of him. He lifted me up from my waist, I wrapped my legs around him. I was surprised that he was able to pick me up, I'm not obese or anything but I was far from skinny. That's one reason why I dislike showing skin.
And two, I have lots of stretch marks. They're going away with the help of cocoa butter, but it's still visible as of now. To say I hate them is an understatement. It disgusts me.
He kissed me and backed us up until the backs of my legs hit the bed.
He tried to lay me down, but I refused to be a bottom. He should know by now how much I love to be in charge. I flipped us over so I was in control.
"I don't know why you got dressed, all of that's gon be coming right off anyways," he laughed. "Mm we'll see," I teased, though we both knew we wouldn't go all of the way. I attacked his lips.
Sharanda's story kept running through my mind. I wanted to have that experience as well, but not now. I wasn't ready. My deflowering wasn't a memory I'd like to regret.
It would be hard to pull away but I had to stop us, before it went too far. We were still battling for dominance when he let me win. I stayed on top, trailing kisses down his neck. I left a hickey on his Adam's apple.
He flipped me over and grabbed my waist. His lips sucked on my neck. I rolled my head back, arching forward so we were closer. He sunk his teeth into my collarbone, I let out a small gasp, his mouth traveled to the birthmark on my shoulder.
His tongue swiveled against my throat. I dug my nails into his back. Was he giving me an orgasm just from this kiss? I voiced this.
"Babe, wait," I breathed heavily. He moved back and bit his lip. "Don't laugh if I'm wrong," I whispered, returning my eyes to his. "I won't, what's wrong?" he asked, his palms rested on either side of me. His forehead touched mines.
"Is this an orgasm?" I asked. He pulled back abruptly and crinkled his eyebrows, confused. When he realized I was being serious he shook his head. "Why would I laugh? If you don't know what an orgasm is, or what it feels like, then I'd be your first," his hands interlocked with mines.
My breath hitched. "But to answer your question, no. This isn't an orgasm, you want to feel one?" he asked. My legs wrapped around his greedily.
His lips smacked against mines.
He stopped all of the teasing and drove down further. My tank top was tossed off. My bra gone. His lips kissing, his tongue sucking on my nipples causing them to harden.
I dragged my fingers through his scalp as he continued, he went to the other nipple and I leaned down to kiss his face. He licked from one nipple to the other, down my arms and into my belly button.
The rough pad of his thumb rubbed small circles on my waist before licking down to my v-line. My heart beated erratically. He was about to view something, no other person has seen. That thought alone, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine and into my core.
He slowly, tenderly, stuck his finger into my panties, lightly gliding across my clit. He felt a little lower and rubbed my juices.
"You're wet," he smirked. I bit my lip silently, forcing down a moan. He glided his finger over my clit again, silencing me. He leaned forward until my ear was by his mouth. He rubbed me a little faster now, my arch critical so his fingers could get better access.
I moaned into his ear, loving how he fastened his pace. "Fuck," I cursed silently, my stomach twisting pleasantly. The feeling blooming below felt strange but so good. Delicious even.
He leaned in and rubbed faster. My hips had a mind of their own, rolling so his finger tip glided against me at a faster pace. His finger backed away. "What're you doing?" I groaned.
"I want you to look at me," he spoke. I did. "Keep your eyes right there, don't move them," he instructed. I didn't.
His finger picked up it's pace. I tried to keep my eyes trained on his but the pleasure shooting through me was too intense. I shut my eyes tight. "Mm," I bit my lip and swallowed down the other moans threatening to come up.
"What I said?" he asked, moving his finger. "Jaylon!" I smacked my lips and opened my eyes angrily. He laughed, "Keep your eyes on me," he pressed.
"Okay," I swallowed. His hand returned. He rubbed at his regular pace. I was so close to my climax, "Fuck!" I threw my head back. His hand moved. "Stop, Jaylon damn. One day I'm going to do this same shit to you," I snapped and focused my eyes back on his.
"I just want to see your beautiful face, that's all," he smirked.
"You get on my nerve," I forced my smile away. "Okay okay, I got you, lay back," he said. I did.
He finished what he started. He rubbed me in circles, then switched to zigzag. I was almost there, when he replaced his finger with his mouth. I threw my legs open as he drove in, eating hungrily.
