Page 25 of A Major Love

“I’m not sure why you would put that negativity into the atmosphere, but you can get that, . . . for now.”

“We still have a lot to figure out, and?—”

“Yougot a lot to figure out. I know what and who I want. If the blogs happen to catch us out, we can let them speculate until you’re ready to stop hiding.”

I looked at my watch, and it was almost eleven thirty. I had plenty of time to eat her pussy before the chef arrived. I slid from the couch onto my knees, wedging myself between her legs. She looked confused until I pushed her sundress up her legs.

“Major—”

I cut her off by covering her mouth with mine. As I slipped my tongue into her eager mouth, my hands went to work below. I eased my hands between her legs, and my dick jerked when my fingers met the soaked crotch of her panties.

“Oh, you been waiting for this,” I mumbled against her lips, then resumed kissing her.

I applied some pressure to her pussy from outside her panties, rubbing my fingers up, down, and around. When she grabbed my wrist, urging me to press harder, I abandoned the action completely.

It was time to taste the sweet nectar I’d missed so much, and I pulled my mouth away from hers. She looked disappointed until I eased her panties over her hips. Without my asking, she lifted just enough for me to get them over her ass. I made quick work of removing them and tossing them behind me.

She’d been playing coy as if she didn’t know my face would end up here sooner rather than later, but her freshly waxed pussy with the thick strip down the middle said something very different.

“How bad do you want me to eat your pussy?” I whispered as I alternated kissing her inner thighs.

“You don’t hear her begging?”

I put my ear close to her center as if I was listening.

“I think I hear a little something, but so we don’t have any misunderstandings, why don’t you tell me how bad you want to feel my tongue sliding from your clit to the crack of your ass?”

“Baby, let me feel your tongue on my clit, between my lips, and deep down in my pussy.”

Her request forced me to adjust my dick before putting her legs on my shoulders and diving in. I flattened my tongue and prepared to devour her pussy.

“Oh shit!” she screamed.

Dynastie’s pussy was the only one I’d ever tasted, and that was years ago, so I was out of practice. I prayed it was like riding a bike because I certainly didn’t want to disappoint. I pushed away the intruding thoughts of another man pleasuring her this way and locked in.

The tip of my tongue circled around her clit before I sucked her nub into my mouth, enjoying how it felt against it. I angled my head to the left to slide my tongue between her inner and outer lips, relishing in the still familiar flavor that I’d missed so much.

“My G—Shit! This feels so good.”

I wanted to ask her how good it felt and if another man had ever made her feel as good as she did right now. Instead, I locked in and ate her off the fucking bone. When she came, it was vicious, making me look forward to later that night when my dick refamiliarized itself with the inside of her walls.

“Damn, I missed the taste of you.”

Her legs were locked around my neck, prohibiting me from moving, but it was cool because I was exactly where I wanted to be. I could hear and feel her labored breathing as her abdomen moved up and down against my head.

I could’ve fallen asleep right there, on my knees, between the coffee table and the couch, wedged between Dynastie’s legs. Mydick throbbed as it rested against my stomach, and I would’ve loved to bust a nut deep into her womb, but that would have to wait until later.

The doorbell rang, startling us. Her legs fell from my shoulders, and she pushed me away from her with one hand, using the other to pull her dress down.

“Are you expecting company?” she asked in a panicked whisper.

I smiled as I stood and adjusted my dick. There was no hiding my dick print, so I pulled my T-shirt down to see if it would cover it, but it wasn’t long enough.

“Yeah!”

“Major! Don’t let them in. I need to clean myself up, and you probably got my pussy on your breath.”

I chuckled. “Chill, beautiful. It’s just the chef, and he’s at the side entrance that goes directly to the kitchen. I’ll be back to take your luggage upstairs and show you around.”