Page 82 of Juliet's Echo

His kisses felt new every time, somehow becoming more passionate with each one. My body responded before my mind could catch up.

“I need you,” I whispered into his mouth.

He lifted me effortlessly, and my legs immediately wrapped around him. Carrying me toward the bed, he suddenly paused.

“Your parents? Brother?” he asked.

“All gone until much later,” I answered.

Desire lingered in my voice, escaping through every labored breath.

He attempted to lay me down on my bed, but I stopped him.

“No, take off all your clothes. I need to be against your skin.”

He gently put me down and stepped back, taking his shirt off first, revealing his chiseled body. He stepped out of his sneakers and unbuckled his pants, letting them hit the floor. He leaned his head to the side and looked at me, eyes full of the answer to the question he already knew.

As he pulled down his boxer briefs, his long and girthy dick sprang out and made that tantalizing curve it does. I bit my index fingernail as I watched him make his way to my chaise.

“Let me see something, Lucky.”

He took a seat on the chaise lounge, legs spread and dick ready to be mounted.

“Alexa, play Kehlani,Clothes Off,” I commanded.

As the vocals filled the air, I began slowly and seductively removing all my clothes, rubbing on parts of my body that I could only hope he remembered pleasuring. Gracefully, I mounted him and we hungrily began kissing, sucking each other's tongues as if it was our only connection to air.

Pausing the kiss momentarily, I turned to find and grab his dick. I began stroking up and down, making sure to turn back to face him and look him in his eyes. He moaned, pulling me back into the kiss as I continued to stroke up and down.

Precum oozed from his mushroom-shaped head and became his own personal lubricant, helping me stroke faster and faster.

I paused.

“Let's switch positions,” I ordered.

I sat on the chaise, my back against the wider part, legs stretched and opened. Psalm sat between my them.

“Let me see,” I whispered in his ear.

He spread his legs, giving me a clear view of his manhood, and I began stroking again as he rested against my chest.

“Don't ever make me miss you like that again,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you know how bad I missed you? How bad this pussy, your pussy, missed you?”

I licked my hands to add more lubrication to his shaft and stroked faster. Sucking, licking, and kissing his ear, I continued my verbal assault.

“Thinking about you and touching myself in the shower wasn't enough. I needed to feel you, feel this dick.”

“Fuck, Lucky, you gonna make me nut. Chill, let me—”

“Let you what?” I cut him off.

“Let you explore this pussy and ruin me like only you can?”

That last statement must have been the energy boost he needed because before I could blink, he was up and entering me.

My legs were up, his arms resting on the chaise. He stroked me long, deep, and at a pace that wasn't slow but wasn't jackrabbit speed either.

It was just right.