𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘 ✔️ | 𝗧𝗝𝗠

11.

ITS A VIBE.
diggin' deep while I'm looking in your eyes.

My legs shook slightly as i stretched. I remembered everything that happened last night , the way he did me and the way i let him do me.

I couldnt stop the smile creeping up on my face. He made me feel good— again. Not only this time with his mouth and fingers , but his words and current and past actions.

I felt a hundred percent confident of me and him.

Confident.

A large hand rubbed my back.

"whatcha' grinning for?." the deep voice gently spoke into my ears.

My insides buzzed and fluttered. I buried my head in the crook of his shoulder. I was proud of the actual progress that we were making. I shook my head , "nothing. How'd ya' sleep?" I asked with a smile.

"I slept good , and you ?" He asked again , rubbing my backside still , planting little kisses on my neck.
As i went to respond , i felt something on jamels lower half.

It was tense , and hard as it seemed. I smiled as i came in realization. I responded with a quick 'good' , and turned my head to the side , stopping his kisses and now planting my own on his skin.

I kissed and sucked softly for a minutes just so he would suspect nothing as of last night he wouldn't let me even graze over it.

I took my right hand and slowly removed it from his chest , placing it next to his joggers waist band.

Little did i know — jamel had his eyes on my right hand the whole time, watching it travel down his chest ; and then to his bottoms.

Jamel didn't — deal with himself , as he said he would last night , so he knew she'd feel him. In the position they was laying in anyways. Every time he would try and get up , de'arra would push him back towards her. He thought it was cute and knew if he got up , knowing she'd notice and would've woken up — and from her actions of trying to help him last night , he knew she'd try and he wouldn't be able to control himself.

He would've given into her and shown her some of the things he's always wanted to do to her. Show her some of the sick things he would love to do to her.

The shit he thought about when he saw her. Every damn day.

My hand entered his joggers — instantly giving me access to his boxers. I hummed as i kissed onto him.
I felt all in his bottoms just to find his length ; opening my palm and letting my hand softly stroke him as it layed down.

He was definitely aroused , but his wasnt the type to bounce up. His had a hang.

A hiss came from his mouth , as i pulled my hand into his bottoms more — trying to find his most sensitive spot.