a dancer could possess. Don’t hate.
I preferred to take a hot bath after dance class to help relax my muscles, but I sure didn’t feel up to fighting a dirt ring before I could sit down in his tub. A shower it was.
I left the bathroom ten minutes later smelling like soap, with a plush, oversized gray towel wrapped securely around my damp body.
“Damn, I’m tired,” I sighed, drawing the words out as I lay down beside Rah on his king-sized water bed.
He was lying back smoking yet another blunt as he watched the ten o’clock news on WWOR-TV. Probably trying to see if any of his friends were arrested today or getting a heads-up on the latest police technology. He offered me the blunt, but I declined. Still, that didn’t stop me from catching a contact. Second-hand smoke is second-hand smoke.
Soon my lids felt heavy, and I watched through half-closed eyes as Rah rolled off the bed and left the bedroom. I heard when he came back, but I still jumped in surprise at the sudden feel of something cold and metal against my neck.
My eyes flew open, and I shot up in bed. A delicate gold and diamond chain with a matching cross pendant dropped into my lap.
Bling.
Now see, that’s what I’m talking about.
I loved it. This was so much classier than all the other ghetto jewelry he gave me—which I also loved, but there was a time and place for everything. I could actually wear this one to my internship.
I removed the Bismarck chain I was wearing and clasped my new one around my slender neck, already picturing all the new V-neck shirts I would buy to wear with my new trinket. Every wall in Rah’s bedroom was covered in mirrors, so any way I turned I saw my reflection. That chain and diamond pendant looked good as hell against my smooth caramel skin.
“Ooh, Rah, this is just too delicious. Thank you, baby.”
When he didn’t respond, I turned to see him busy rolling another blunt over by his black marble dresser.
I lay back sprawled in the middle of the bed, licking my lips as my hand rubbed a trail from my thighs up to my small but firm round breasts.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout, baby girl. Do you,” Rah said eagerly, clamping down on the blunt with his teeth as he grabbed a chair and pulled it close to the bed to take a seat.
Rah was a big-time freak, and he loved to get off on watching me play with myself. Well, tonight was his lucky night.
As he leaned back in his chair, watching me with his eyes squinted against the heavy silver haze of his weed, my new chain had me feeling pretty damn freaky myself.
I licked my lips as I spread my legs as wide as I could and then spread my other lips with my fingers. I purred like a kitten at the feel of my cool fingers against my wet bud, squirming as I massaged it deeply in circles.
Rah shook his head and smiled, standing to drop his sweatpants and boxers to his ankles before he sat down again. He massaged his hardness with one hand and smoked his blunt with the other. “You love playin’ in that kitty, don’t you?”
Shit, I forgot all about his ass because I was busy going for mine. I licked my lips and closed my eyes as my fingers worked my G-spot. “Uhmmm,” I moaned in pleasure, arching my back and spreading my legs even more.
I looked up at the feel of Rah’s warm hands on my breasts. He was kneeling between my legs on the bed. I gasped as his fingers played with my aching nipples while he deeply massaged the chocolate globes.
I stroked my wetness with my other hand as we stared into each other’s eyes. With a wicked smile I slid those moist fingers into his open mouth and purred as he sucked the juices. “Good?” I asked.
“Mmm hmm.”
The energy in the room switched, and for the first time in a long time I wanted to have sex with Rah. I wanted to feel his hands on me. I wanted to feel him inside me.
The first time in a long damn time.
I pulled him down atop me and wrapped my legs around his waist as my hands clasped his head, bringing it down to mine so that I could suck his lips whole. I opened my lips at his tongue’s probe and enjoyed the taste of it as he suckled my own tongue deeply, like he drew life from it. The hairs of his chest tickled my breasts, and he shifted his hands down to massage my buttocks.
I could feel my vagina jumping to life. It throbbed. It got wetter. The lips swelled and my clit ached.
I sighed as he shifted his weight to take one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue circled the nipple before he lightly nipped it with his teeth.
“Yes, yes. Suck ’em,” I moaned, putting my hands between us to lightly tease my pulsating bud again.
His sucking of my nipples deepened, and I shivered.
With my hand I groped for his dick and enjoyed the feel of the hard heat in my hand as I stroked it ’til the tip dripped with his own juices.
I didn’t even stop him as he put gentle hickies on the flesh of my breasts and neck. It made me want him more.
Ready to feel the sweet waves of my release, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips like a pro.
“You gone ride that dick?” he asked, his eyes half closed as he looked up at me with a fine sheen of sweat coating his muscled body.
“Damn right.” I held his hardness straight as I positioned my open core right on the throbbing tip.
His hands squeezed my breasts and teased my nipples the way he knew I loved as I dropped down onto his heated penis.
His mouth formed a circle. “Damn, girl. Damn.”
I was so excited that I was more wet than I liked, so I bent down to where the hard base of his penis rubbed against my clit as I grinded my hips like I was on a mission.
He arched his back and I rode him harder.
He slapped my ass and I rode him faster.
“I want to come,” I whispered against his open mouth before I suckled his tongue as deeply as I drew his shaft inside my gripping walls.
“Come for me,” he said huskily, his eyes watching me.
Then I felt his release fill me just as the rhythmic spasms of my inner walls coated every inch of him. “Yes,” I sighed. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Slow and deliberate, I continued to ride him, working my hips as I clutched him tightly with my arms and thighs. “I’m coming,” I whispered over and over as my nipples tingled and my entire body quivered.
Even after the waves subsided and my pounding heart slowed to a normal beat, I lay on Rah’s chest with his dick planted inside of me. Soon his snores rumbled beneath my ear on his chest, but I lay there long into the night feeling unsettled, unhappy, and unsatisfied.
And I didn’t have a clue why.
6
Cristal
