Page 16 of Lethal Bliss

“You shouldn’t fight so much,” she tells me. “You should embrace a life of peace.”

“I no longer fight. And I live a life of peace. My only vice is my weakness for journalists whose names begin with an F.”

She giggles. “I’m not sure that is a vice.”

I kiss her, gently.

She leans into me, laying her body over mine as our lips lock.

It’s easier to appreciate the warmth of her naked body here on the bed, away from the wetness of the bathroom. I caress it, starting from her back and down to her soft derriere. I jiggle and squeeze it hard, and she gasps.

She pulls away from my lips and places a hand on my chest to keep me down.

Surprised, I lie down to watch as she moves down my body until she gets to my groin. She looks up at me and holds my gaze as she wraps her hand around my dick. It’s already filling up, albeit not fully engorged. All it takes is a gentle touch from her hands to get it completely erect.

She licks the glans slowly, flicking her tongue over it in lazy round circles. I bite down a moan, unwilling to let her know how much she’s affecting me. I’m used to being on the other side, in charge of the administration of pleasure, not the passive recipient of it.

As if on cue, she tests my resolve with more provocative teasing, adding her free hand to the mix. The hand finds my balls and massages gently. Spine tingling sensations flood my body, and I express my approval in a low groan.

Fuck!

Flora clearly isn’t any ordinary woman. She understands the essence of generosity in bed and practices it.

Now she begins to suck on my cock, starting from the tip and working her mouth along my shaft, taking more of me in with each bob of her head. Her mouth is warm and wet, just like her pussy, and it drives me crazy.

It’s only now that her eyes let go of me. They have been mesmeric, a pair of deep blue orbs that always seem to take my reins when they find me. Now they’re focused on the task as she tries to deep throat me.

“Fuck, Flora.”

It’s a unique sensation, being taken deep into a woman’s throat. The feeling of complete enclosure, the pressure from her tongue, and the vulnerability of that part of her throat combine to make for an insane feeling. Watching her try and fail to take all of me into her mouth is even crazier knowing how far down her throat my dick has reached.

At length, she gives up and pulls away.

“Fuck, baby, that was…”

“Shush,” she puts a finger across her lips to shut me up, me whose name has terrified the other families in Harlem for half a decade now.

I watch as she hovers her body over mine to position her pussy above my dick. Her eyes find mine again and take me captive before she lowers herself to gobble up my member. She’s sopping wet, even without any touch from me.

Is that how much she desires me?

Her tightness drives me crazy. It feels like every inch of her vaginal walls are wrapped around me, hugging me closely, so closely she’s actually squeezing down.

“God damn it, yeah.” The words slip out of my mouth of their own volition, betraying my capitulation to her.

Her lips curve in a knowing smile as she begins to ride me, slowly.

Her breasts sway as she works her pussy up and down my shaft, undulating her hips gracefully. The sight is hypnotic. More than a few locks of her lustrous blonde hair fall over her face and spill over her shoulders as she continues to work my dick.

I reach up to cup her breasts and knead them.

She bites her lower lip in what I take as encouragement and bends over me to bring them closer.

I rub one nipple and twist the other gently.

She moans but continues to throw that ass up and down, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my dick.

As my last resort, I start to suckle on her nipples. I focus on the left while kneading the right with my hand.