Page 39 of His To Obey

He kissed my lips again, this time drawing my bottom one in to his. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist drawing in closer to me. Grinding my pelvis in to his. There was no barrier between us and our warm skin touching felt like smooth velvet to me. For the first time in my life, I was craving to be touched.

Somehow Pharaoh was in my mind because his hands roamed my body from my neck to my breast, down my thighs and all the way back up. I was completely on fire. Every spot left tingling and missing him. I was so wrapped up in all the sensations that I didn’t even notice he had opened a condom until he pulled away slightly to make sure it was securely on.

“Your safe word, angel.” Smiling. I exhaled getting lost in his eyes.

“Mercy.”

“Good girl. Use it baby, this is gonna hurt. But if it’s too much.”

“Pharaoh, I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” I reassured him, pulling him into me by his toned lower half. Never breaking our gaze, he licked my lips and kissed the tip of my nose. All while spreading my legs apart and aligning with my opening. The pressure was felt first and my body stilled.

“You have to relax love. I got you.” He pushed in further and I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my cries. I could feel the stretch and the unbearable pressure but his soft kisses, licks, and hands touching my body distracted my mind. This wasn’t nothing like I imagined but I know I would feel it in the morning.

A few more thrust and I felt him hit rock bottom. I dug my long nails into his back, and he hissed out in pain.

“Damn, I know why my pops said don’t fuck virgin pussy. Shit will have you crazy.” We both chuckled before he sped up his strokes. The pain was subsiding, so I was feeling brave. Meeting him stroke for stroke. “Fuck, Shit so good, B. Damn.” Pushing my legs further back I allowed him to work my center. “Your safe word angel.” He spoke between strokes. I knew it was more for him at this point. He knew he was losing control and would only stop if I said so. But I wanted this. No stopping. The pain was gone and I could feel every smooth stroke.

His licks and soft bites to my nipples were sending me to my peak.

“Fuck, good ass pussy, gonna have me nuttin baby.” He reached between us and thumbed my clit. My body arched and he pounded into me.

“Shit.” Was my only audible sound. He felt so good. His hands and mouth all over me. A premature climax was in the near future for us both. His motions sped up and I could feel myself on the verge of exploding. Faster and faster, we were both lost in the sensation.

“Fuck, fuck. I’m there, angel. Shit.” He moaned into my ear. His body weighed on top of me as he stroked me deep and continued his assault on my pearl. My hands were placed firmly on his lower back digging into his flesh. I couldn’t make a sound; only inaudible pants and moans left my lips. I was close too. I could feel the rise in my stomach and the swell of my contracting clit. I was right there.

“Oh my God!” I screamed out burying my face in his chest.

“Fuckkkk!” He moaned out at the same time. Our bodies convulsed and shook uncontrollably. Each movement caused a rippling effect. His motion triggering mine. Over and over, we tethered back and forth. Finally, I pushed him away just to stop my convulsions. “My bad love.” He spoke rising slowly and easing out of my swollen walls, causing us both to hiss. We laid back on the bed completely spent.

Moments passed without a word between us, recovering our breathing and lost in our own thoughts. I dreaded this moment for so many years but now that I was here it was everything I needed and nothing I expected. Pharaoh wasn’t the savage man I thought he would be. His hands roaming my body felt poetic and sensual.

He ran his hand up my tattooed covered scar using just the pad of his index finger. I know he felt the impression of the scar, but he didn’t ask, just continued to trace the line. His touch was seconds from lulling me to sleep. I wasn’t ready for the night to fade so I spoke.

“The scar happened the night my mom was sent to jail.” The room grew silent. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue and I could tell he wasn’t sure if he should ask. “She protected me from my stepfather molesting me. Or whatever he was planning to do.” I shrugged.

“Damn, I thought somebody did a botched ass tattoo job.” We both laughed easing the tension. “Nah, but was he the one that, you know?” He didn’t want to say the words. I didn’t need him to. I knew what he was asking.

“No, he never made it that far before my momma sent him to hell. It was someone else.” I cleared my throat to stop the knot from forming.

“Damn. I am sorry that shit happened to you.”

“It’s good. One day I will tell you more. For now.” I sat up and straddled his waist. “I am still waiting for you to make me beg for mercy.”

“Damn I can’t wait to make you eat them words. But first B, understand. You don’t have to hide shit from me. I got you love. And now that I had this good ass pussy, I can definitely say you are Mine! Only fuckin mine.” I smiled and kissed his lips. The butterflies in my stomach were working overtime. This man was really doing something to me.

“Thank you.” Was my only reply. He lifted up and climbed off the bed. Instinctively I wrapped my body around him and chuckled as he ran to the bathroom. We went two rounds in the shower soaking us both in water and sweat from the hot steam.

“Favorite 90’s-2000’s R&B group?” I was sitting on his counter in his kitchen in nothing but my thong while he made me what he called his gourmet PB&J. It was far from gourmet, just peanut butter, jelly and lays potato chips. We ended up in the kitchen both deciding we were starving after our many rounds.

“Jagged Edge.”

“Ditto.” I smiled. They were definitely my favorite group. “Favorite singer?”

“Whitney.” He spoke without even blinking. I nodded. She was one of the greats but not my all-time favorite.

“Rapper?”

“Easy, Biggie.”