Page 61 of The Key To His Soul
“My dad used to run with Ace back in the day. Me and Aura became cool off the strength of them. I ain’t never seen you around growing up.”
“I’m also not y’all age.”She giggled.
“Ooohh, you got jokes, I see. You gon’ come inside, or we gon’ keep talking on the phone?”
“Ummm…”
“Ummm…”I mocked her.“Don’t tell me you scared.”
“Not scared… horny.”
Her admission shut me up briefly.
“Wasn’t expecting that, were you?”she questioned tauntingly.
“Turn the engine off and step out of your car, Ma,”I spoke slowly.
“Are you watching me?”
“Since you pulled up.”
She turned the car off and stepped out like I instructed. With her purse in her hand and phone pressed against her ear, she leaned back against the driver’s side door.
“Are you coming out here to get me?”
I opened the front door before replying.“I am.”
Ending the call, I walked in her direction. I’d just showered not long before she arrived, so I was shirtless with a pair of pajamas on and house shoes.
“You went to the studio dressed like that?” I asked, scanning her attire. Cream looked good on her brown skin.
Pushing off the car, she closed the space between us. “I do my best recording when I’m dressed up.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she rubbed the back of my head. “Missed me?”
I didn’t say a word. Instead, I leaned in until my lips found hers. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She melted into the kiss, her head tipping back just enough for a soft breath to escape before her eyes drifted shut. Pulling her against me until there wasn’t an inch of space between us, I lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs wrapped around my waist on instinct, and without breaking the kiss for even a second, I carried her inside, kicking the front door shut behind us. Pulling her shoes off, I dropped them at the door and kept moving.
Our lips never parted for more than a heartbeat. Every few steps, we’d break just enough to catch a breath before finding each other again, trading slow, lingering kisses that neither of us seemed willing to end. She smiled against my lips, her fingers massaging the back of my head, as I held her tighter, like I was making up for every hour we’d spent apart. I bypassed the steps, knowing we weren’t going to make it upstairs to the bedroom before my dick bust. I carried her into my simple living room where heavy blackout curtains stretched from floor to ceiling, shutting the rest of the world out. A single lamp stoodin the corner casting a soft glow across the oversized charcoal sectional, and a thick, plush carpet stretched wall to wall, requiring guests to be barefoot when walking on it.
When we reached the sectional, I eased her down onto her feet without hurrying. There was no rush. I wanted every touch, every glance, every second between us to mean something.
“Mehki…” she breathed, her voice already husky.
“Shhh. I got you, Ma.” I brushed my thumb across her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth slowly before releasing it. She was nasty. I loved nasty.
Standing close, my hands found the ties behind her neck, and with slow, deliberate care, I loosened them. The fabric relaxed against her skin as I eased the halter free. I kissed each of her shoulders before slowly easing the jumpsuit down over her titties, her smooth stomach, and the curve of her hips. Taking my time, I steadied her as she stepped out of it, letting the fabric pool at her feet, before I quietly moved it aside. For a moment, I stared at her, letting the silence speak for us for a few seconds.
“Fine ass girl,” I whispered before drawing her back into my arms and kissing her forehead.
Guiding her down onto the sectional, she settled into the cushions, completely naked beneath me, while I leaned over her. My hand brushed gently along the side of her face, admiring how beautiful she was.
Key’s hands moved to my waist in return, her fingers hooking into the band of my pajama pants. She tugged them down, along with my boxers, freeing my hard dick with a bounce, making it brush up against her inner thigh. Lifting up enough to pull them down the rest of the way, I kicked them off, leaving us skin to skin. I captured her lips again in a deep, slow kiss, trailing down to her chin and along the column of her throat. She panted, and I continued lower, between her titties, down to her navel where I swirled my tongue lightly.
She arched into me as I kissed her inner thighs, soft and worshipful, then her outer thighs and knees. Lifting her legs one at a time, I pressed my mouth to that sensitive hollow behind each knee, the tender crease of warm, smooth skin. She gasped, goosebumps rippling across her body, as my dick brushed against her thigh just before her ass.
“I’m not leaving any part of you untouched, Key,” I murmured against her calf, my voice low and thick with need. “I want to kiss you in places no other man has even thought about. Places that are just for me.”
Her breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling faster, heart pounding visibly at her throat. I continued downward to her ankles and her pretty, white painted toes. Looking straight into her eyes, I sucked each one into my mouth one by one. She moaned deeply, hips rolling, as her pussy glistened with arousal.
I spread her legs wider, settling between them. My dick brushed against her slick folds as I rose up, but instead of entering her, I found more places to kiss – the soft, sensitive crook of her elbows, her forearms, her wrists with delicate reverence, the backs of her hands, her palms, and each finger. By the time I finished, her panting was heavier, her brown skin flushed, nipples hard and begging, and pussy leaking. She squirmed beneath me, desperate and vibrating with need.
