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About: He (finally) takes you home and beds you for the first time. [word count: 2.4k]

Warnings: straight up PWP, afab reader, PIV, no condom use, oral (female receiving), explicit language

The low hum of the engine was the only noise heard between you and your date on the drive back from the night. Silence was comfortable and easy for you two, even after hours of conversation and giggles. You fidgeted in his tan leather seats, wondering just how many nights would end just as this one was going to—without sex.

Your date had been nothing but a gentleman from the moment you met. You hadn’t even discussed sex with one other much aside from exchanging test results and you drunkenly blabbing about your horror stories. Any self-respecting woman would not be complaining about this, you chastised yourself. You contemplated whether it was jedi being played on your mind, or if he was behaving in earnest. You concluded that he was being the mature, well intended adult that you prayed to meet. But his choice of action (or lack thereof) leads your thoughts down a winding path of fantasy. Lust bloomed between your thighs when your lips touched for the first time and every time thereafter, especially at the end of your dates.

You spent too many evenings after he dropped you home trying to satiate yourself to the thought of his affections deepening. Wishing his hands would act in place of yours, trying to imitate the feverishness of a man drunk off your presence. You knew what you achieved alone was no comparison to how it would feel to be coveted by him.

“I don’t want to go back to my house tonight,” you blurted. You had visited his place once and could all but lick the floors at its sterility. That night, you played card games and drank whiskey, which emboldened you to initiate a make out session akin to those you missed out on as a teen. You felt him cut his eyes over towards you, now suddenly engrossed with the foliage outside of the car window. A smirk tugged at his full lips, and he hummed an affirmative, “That’s alright with me.”

An alarm sounded off in your head once you reached his apartment. Silently you became hyperconscious of every decision you made in the last twelve hours. Your slightly grown out braids, the shower regimen you crafted, and the stubborn pouch of fluff of your lower stomach. Not to mention it had been months since you last partook, albeit it was not any more climactic for you than a tax commercial. So, you needed this. No, you deserved this. It is what you assured yourself when your back hit his sheets. There was plenty of room for you to sprawl out on the king-sized mattress, ideas of the positions he’d put you in playing in your head.

Unspoken tension and desire danced between locked eyes, his bigger and a deeper brown than yours. He was a man of many words, quips and the bearer of an infectious laugh that could shake a room. This same man, with an Adonis face, graced you with the stare of an artist studying his muse. Time slowed as his inquiry began with your mouth, gently holding your chin in his hands. You sucked in a breath as his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, the shimmery gloss you applied long gone after your tango from the kitchen to the bedroom. His breath tickled you with his balmy descent to the top of your collarbone. Every fiber of your body felt ablaze, and he had yet to touch where you needed him most.

The straps of your dress fell lazily off your shoulders, exposing the top of your ample chest. You chose the number for two reasons: summer heat was unforgiving, and you hoped the way it fit would tempt the lover in front of you. The plan proved success when he all but tore the fabric downward, bunching it at your waist.

His movements stalled at the sight of your breasts cupped by pastel lace, trying to ascertain if you wore this just for him. I did, you spoke through hooded eyes. They were sensitive, which he was quick to discover. You gasped at the first feel of his mouth on your chest, licking at the peaks he pulled out of their capture. Whispered curses left you the more he sucked, only finishing when he felt he had his fill. The journey along your torso continued until your garments decorated his floor. You don’t even remember when he began to remove his own, only noticing his bare shoulders when he commanded you to look at him.

He looked beautiful this way, face to face with your pussy. Teasing, he started with open mouthed kisses along your hips and inner thighs. He paused to take in the sight of your lips dripping from the mess he created. He parted them to roll your nub with his thumb in easy, but firm circles. The whine that left your mouth earned a deep chuckle from your mate, which would be embarrassing if you weren’t so focused on getting off.

“I got you,” was all he said to acquiesce to your neediness. He gathered your slick with two of his fingers before they pressed against your entrance. “C’mon baby, please,” it was beside you to beg, but the feel of them inside of you was so worth it. Your hands flew right to his shoulders, nails digging half-moons as heat festered at your center. He curled them deeper until he found that spot that made you squirm.

“Fuck!” His wrist steadied its pace, and he relished in every noise, every twist of your body. You pulsed around his fingers, spilling more of your essence at each intrusion.

The first stripe of his tongue on your clit stole the wind from your chest completely. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the man between your legs. No other man had cared to savor you in the way he currently did. He tasted you as if he was in search of candy at your middle, shamelessly wrapping his mouth around your clit and suckling. All while he continued to dip his fingers inside of you, the squelch of your pussy motivation to his ears.

He was as precise as he was ravenous, flattening his tongue as it alternated between French kisses and licks. Sooner than you were proud of, you felt yourself tightening around his fingers as they worked you in tandem. Eyeing you, he could tell by the furrow of your brows and how your mouth beseeched for relief that your peak was close. Your back arched up from the bed, a failed attempt at scooting away earning you harsh swat to your thigh. Not faltering, his forearms locked your hips in place.

His own groaning earned a gasp of shock from you and sent vibrations to your center. You quickly realized that he was inescapable, and the thought turned you on even more. All worries diminished from your mind when you let yourself freefall, welcoming in swells of white-hot pleasure. When your orgasm washed over you it felt impossible to think you had been deprived of this for long. Your head fell deeper into the pillow, body stiffening completely as he continued to lick you.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you hissed as he pressed softer kisses to the sensitive flesh. You whimpered when his mouth left you, rising to meet your face. Your eyes widened with surprise at the evidence of your arousal around his lips. You mustered just enough energy to grasp his jaw, pulling his mouth to yours. You captured his lips greedily, tasting yourself on his tongue with a satisfied moan.

It was your turn to explore, with manicured hands feeling along the strong planes of his body. He worked out routinely, and the evidence flexed under your wake. You parted the kiss to glance between your bodies, where he strained against his briefs. Your hand dipped beneath the cotton to grip his length, warm and heavy against your palm. He grabbed the pillow above you to steady himself as you began to stroke him. Your love exhaled your name and met your hands with snaps of his hips. “Come on,” you breathed, finally freeing his dick from its confines. He lifted himself up to shuffle the garment off, providing you with a dimly lit view of his nudity.

Sucking in a breath, you waited for his body to hover over yours once more. You didn’t want for long, him kneeing your legs even farther apart upon his return. He looked over at you, already panting and wanton for what was next. He landed with his lips on the side of your cheek, and you could feel his grin at the first swipe of his dick against your slit. Covering himself in your slick, he dragged his tip against you until you squirmed for more. You bit down the plea that wanted to leave you, knowing it was what exactly he wanted to hear.

He ghosted from your jaw to bruise the sensitive spot on your neck he discovered earlier. You all but purred when you spoke his name. With the strength you had, you reached down to grab the base of him, “I need you here."

Your gasp broke through the air at the first push into your wetness. He did more than his diligence to prepare you, and now you knew why. He released a gruff noise of his own as he buried deeper in one thrust. You had him covered in you, flush and wet, unabashedly coating him down to his pelvis. “Right here?” he repeated with languid strokes.

All you could do was nod, eyes fluttered close at the connection of your bodies. Your lover maintained his careful pace with you, sinking just a bit further with each buck of his lower half. The beat of your heart drummed faster in your ears with the pressure building within your body. Alone, you were greedy and feverish, working to get yourself to your peak as fast as you could.

At his disposal, he was unhurried, wringing your body out to dry with leisure. Your legs hung over his upper arms, sweat gathering where your bodies met. He sat up on his knees and pressed them to your chest, letting your feet land at the muscled hill of his shoulders. Blood rushed to your head as he made pointed thrusts to your g-spot, over and over again. If you could form words, you would tell him to move faster, deeper, harder.

Sheer cries of pleasure filled the room when you realized he was reading your mind, hell, your body, like an open book. His head dropped to your breasts, sponging kisses along the blushing skin. His tongue met one of your nipples again and you jolted forward. His pace didn’t waver, and you scrambled pitifully beneath him. “W-wait, fuck…I c-can’t,” you gripped at his biceps. When his gaze met you again, your eyes were squeezed shut and leaking with tears.

“Eyes on me.” It took everything in you to unscrew them, and he shamelessly grunted at your state of disarray. Your lips were swollen and puffing out breaths in between your whimpers for reprieve. He loved how your eyes welled every time he stroked there and how your body watered him too.

“You’re taking this shit…look at you,” he urged you to watch where your bodies collided. The sight alone was something you would want recorded and framed. The thought made you wetter, instinctively rolling your hips to meet his. “That’s it, so fuckin’ pretty taking this dick.”

His lewdness struck you, his words so sweet, yet actions rendering you spineless. Just when you felt as though you couldn’t take much more, you reached a higher crest. “Baby…” you panted, wanting to push him away and pull him close all at once. You called out to him again as your chest rose and fell quicker.

“Give it to me,” he commanded in your ear, burrowing his head into the crook of your neck. A guttural cry leaves you as you feel yourself become undone. He wielded his body over yours, wrapping his arms around you and fucking you deeper into ecstasy. Your limbs fell limp, but his pursuit of your pleasure was only beginning. “I’m not done yet,” he spoke gruffly. The sound of him pulling out your center was obscene, his dick still hard and leaking for you.

Parting your trembling legs, he placed one atop his shoulder and straddled the left. A choked sob caught in your throat when you reunited. He disrupted your ability to even think with the way he was drilling you, crowding all your senses. He found one of your hands at your sides and interlaced your fingers to pin beside your head. His glare zoned in on you, almost threatening to see you try to run. Quickly, you began to feel that familiar tightness form in your abdomen. Your fingers squeezed his and that pout formed once again, shivers wrecking you in waves.

“I know baby, I know,” it was devious how fast he had you figured out. Pure, delicious torture was all you felt, your body falling apart so tenderly because of him. Little did you know, the feeling you brought him was unparalleled. He yearned to drink in every moan that poured from you into the air, now thick with sex. It joined a cacophony of bare skin colliding and his own carnal grunts.

His hips stuttered at the feel of your walls clenching around him. “I’m…I’m cumming again,” you mewled in disbelief. The feeling was blinding and seemingly never-ending with your body riding the aftershocks into another high. Light danced behind your eyes as you unraveled, electric from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. All you could hear was the squish of him still rocking in and out of you. Finally, he lost his rhythm and jerked above you, his deadweight perfect to hold through your tremors.

He cursed, “Fuck, gonna make’ me nut too, damn,” rutting inside you until you were filled to the hilt. You sighed at the warmth, and unironically thanked God for your implant. He peppered kisses from the damp skin of your shoulder to the underside of your jaw, inhaling your scent. You rewarded him with airy chuckles as he nibbled at your chin. He basked in the afterglow, noting the sweat of your brow and the frizz of your baby hairs. He was certain that after tonight, he’d never get enough of you.

Author's Note: This is my first piece of writing in years and was manifestation exercise, so I intentionally didn’t include a lot of dialogue or names. I wanted to post it into the void after being a passive reader #onhere for months.

#black writers #black romance #chantal writes #smut #female reader

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