Page 14 of Soft On Her
I stepped out of the truck and went to the front seat to retrieve my dagger that was still lodged in the glove compartment. I paused when my hand landed on the dagger because my ring was gone.
“Where is my ring?” I inquired, stuffing the dagger back into its secret place.
“I threw it out the window on the interstate.”
Rolling my eyes, I stormed towards the door to enter the house, but it was locked. I’d spent enough time on the Black Family Estate that I knew the ins and outs of every property. We were in the fourth house across from her late grandparents’ house. Even if they’d remodeled, I was sure I could find my way to a shower. Hell, anywhere was better than listening to Sneaux tell another bitch she loved them.
“What happened to all that shit you were talking? You had to get back to that nigga, right? Now you’re trying to beat me inside.” She mocked me before leaning over my shoulder to enter the code.
As soon as the two beeps sounded, I turned the doorknob and stormed inside. My petty was all the way up. As soon as I saw anysemblance of another bitch I was going to tear something up. Cute couple portraits would be destroyed, a toothbrush would’ve been dipped in the crack of my ass, and clothes would’ve found their way to a bonfire.
The further I stepped into the house, the more lights automatically turned on. Sneaux remodeled the fuck out of the house to make it her own. We loved to cook together, so it was no surprise that she heavily invested in the kitchen. The setup rivaled the kitchens on your favorite cooking shows, and the stainless steel appliances looked like they were recently polished. I ran my hand along the cool marble of the kitchen island, then turned to face Sneaux. She bent over to remove her heels, and the sight of her round ass in that dress almost distracted me from my anger. I looked away and kicked off my heels that snaked up my calves, and told myself to focus on the task at hand. Sneaux trotted towards the living room, and I trailed behind her, ready to pry so I could find a picture of her girlfriend because there wasn’t any sign of one yet in the common areas.
“Where is your bedroom?” I questioned, folding my arms across my chest, standing right in front of Sneaux to ensure she knew I wasn’t pleased.
“You always been sexy as fuck when you catch an attitude,” Sneaux complimented. “Your lips press into a sharp line, showing your dimples, while your nose wrinkles up. Plus, that’s when you can see the rare fire in your gaze.” Her soothing voice almost made me want to melt into a puddle. Those words, or anything similar, were something I longed to hear. If I’m being completely honest, I never thought I would experience it.
I took a moment to admire Sneaux’s beautiful face, then my eyes trailed down to her neck tattoos that immediately drew my eyes in. I’d noticed them in the parking lot, but it was a different experience making out every detail now that we were in a well litroom. They were truly a work of art that almost drowned out the two gold necklaces resting on her neck. Except, they were two pieces of jewelry that I would never forget.
My heart skipped a beat. The 18-karat solid gold David Yurman box chain necklaces each held one half of a split heart. The right half readMy heart, and the left half readchose you. The two pieces of jewelry that sparked the last conversation that doubled as a heated argument with my father because the twenty grand I spent on the set maxed out my credit card. That in itself was a dark memory because my biggest regret in life was how nasty my last conversation with my father got just hours before he died.
Warmth spread through my chest. Those were the necklaces I bought for her graduation gift. They were supposed to be my way of asking her to be my girlfriend. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to open our gifts before the shooting started. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Sneaux held on to those necklaces and wore them daily. That gesture spoke more than any conversation we could’ve had that night.
I reached down and allowed my fingertips to brush across the two pieces of jewelry. Sneaux’s hands gripped my waist, and she pulled me down into her lap. Her scent was heavenly, soft and peachy, and I smiled back at her while our eyes lingered on one another. As our faces were mere inches apart, I had to retract my prior thoughts; this was nothing like when we were younger. Sneaux wasn’t playing shy, and I wasn’t inexperienced.
After a few seconds of staring, I did something I’d wanted to do over and over again. I leaned down and brushed my lips against Sneaux’s. Initiating that kiss set off a chain reaction. Her hand reached up and gripped my neck, kissing me deeply. The flashes of me kissing the gloss and liner off her were my reality as I tried to devour her lips.
The short dress I wore already had my ass out, and I grinded into her lap as her hands gripped my ass. My left hand ran through her locs while the other found its way beneath Sneaux’s dress. I relished the feel of her drenched, bare pussy lips against my fingertips. Dipping two fingers inside, I almost went crazy when I felt how wet she was.
“Ahhhh,” I whimpered, losing my hands position between her legs as Sneaux broke our kiss and roughly pulled my head back by the grip she had on my hair. Her tongue ran along the length of my neck, then over my chin until our lips connected for a brief peck.
“You was outside with that little ass dress and no panties on?” Sneaux inquired, her lips hovering over mine.
Chuckling, I bit on my bottom lip and leaned down to peck her lips again.
“If you don’t want to see how crazy I can get, don’t ever do that shit again. Move like you belong to somebody who never gave a fuck,” she demanded, roughly pulling me in for another kiss.
“Ummm hmmm,” I conceded, allowing my tongue to glide around her mouth.
The thumping between my legs intensified, and my heart was racing so hard that I felt my pulse in my ear. Breaking the kiss, our panting filled the room.
“I need to feel your pussy on mine. You need it too, that pussy so wet, Sneaux,” I groaned, barely recognizing my own voice that was full of lust.
“Your angry face doesn’t have shit on your begging face,” Sneaux cockily chuckled and leaned down to suck my exposed breast into her warm mouth.
My head fell back, and I gripped the back of her neck. Sneaux wanted to drive me crazy. That had to be her motive for not giving me what I wanted. Both of her hands were bracingmy back to prevent me from falling off her lap. Then I felt us moving forward, and before I knew it, I was flat on the cloud-like abstract rug. I reached up and pushed her dress above her waist, exposing the black thong she wore.
Sneaux took it a step further and pulled her dress over her head, allowing me to admire her naked body for a moment while she slid her thong off. Her breasts were definitely fuller, and the nipple piercings were calling me. I’d never been face to face with a pair of pretty pierced titties before. But I wouldn’t prefer them any other way now. Sneaux’s hips and ass were still perfectly proportioned for her slimmer frame. However, that pussy definitely looked and felt award winning. My dress was already fully around my waist, but I sat up and rid myself of the garment.
Pulling Sneaux’s naked body into mine, breast to breast, her soft skin brushing up against mine. I confessed my inner thoughts.
“I missed you just as much as you missed me. I thought about you every day. I’m going to do whatever I have to do to make up for lost time,” I expressed, running my hands down her back until I was cupping her ass.
“Trust me. You won’t be going anywhere, even if you wanted to,” Sneaux affirmed, slapping my ass.
I pulled her down on top of me, and she spread my legs, allowing her hands to explore my wetness. They dipped inside of my pussy as her other hand cupped my right breast. Before I could blink twice, Sneaux’s head found its way between my legs. The first swipe of her warm tongue against my throbbing clit felt heaven sent. After a few swipes, my back arched and I emitted a loud moan as her tongue dipped into my slit.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” I cried out as her hands dug into my thighs and she pushed them farther apart before getting reacquaintedwith my clit. “Your tongue feels so good, Sneaux.” I panted, my hands roaming wildly through her locs.
