𝐀 L͟e͟s͟s͟o͟n͟ 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Twelve

The walk to Kessa's apartment to Tim's surprise only took them a little under five minutes. Kessa quickly unlocked the front door and practically pulled Tim inside to keep any nosey neighbors out of her business.

"Hhhmmm aren't you in a hurry," he teased.

Kessa quickly locked the door behind her as Tim looked around the one-bedroom apartment which comprised a small living room that was sectioned off by a kitchen and a door leading into Kessa's bedroom.

As Tim took around the surroundings he saw a mounted TV and a large oversized blue couch that he thought to himself looked very comfortable with blue and papaya checkered cushions, over one of the armrests sat a neatly folded dark blue blanket with white tassels.

He smiled as he thought of he nestled there at night under her blanket as he continued to view the room. On wooden side tables by the kitchen and front door were framed photos on a low case entertainment center were books, knick-knacks, and a state-of-the-art entertainment center. 

On walls painted duck-egg green were colorful landscape water paintings with a few wall African tribal decorations lining the single window with its blue and papaya-colored curtains.

"Well this looks very nice Kessa," Tim said sweetly.

Kessa who was a bunch of nerves despite the beers she had purposefully drank caught Tim off guard as she quickly threw her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. Tim reacted quickly kissing her deeply as he circled his arms around her small waist.

Kessa heard herself moan with appreciation to the raunchy way Tim's hands slid down over her ass gripped it firmly and squeezed. She pressed her lower body into his suggestively and in one fluid movement she felt herself being lifted easily off the ground and her legs wrapped instantly around Tim's waist.

The kiss between them deepened as the lust between them ignite and burn hotter.

Tim carried Kessa over to the couch and sat down keeping her in his lap as she sat on her knees straddling him never breaking the kiss.

Gawd he was a good kisser, Kessa thought as she felt Tim slip her shirt off her shoulders. Kessa nibbled his lips as he pulled the shirt down her arms and flung her shirt to the floor.

Tim's hands covered Kessa's breasts and gently caressed them through her crop top as Kessa leaned in and began to kiss him fusing lips as their tongues thrust against each other.

Tim broke the kiss moments later to rid her of the crop top. He leaned her back putting his thick arms around her back and cradling her as she arch her back giving him full access to her breast which he quickly took full advantage of.

Tim leaned forward and sucked on Kessa's right nipple flickering the tip of his tongue over the hard bud when she bucked against him he deliberately treated the left nipple to the same delicious torture.

As Tim's warm mouth took her breast in its depths Kessa sighed loving how it felt, she had never been with a white man but if this was just a hint of what was to come God she was ready to find out.

Tim took turns suckling at each breast teasing and gently nipping Kessa's hard nipples letting his tongue swirl around them.

Kessa could feel the moisture in her panties begin to build as she ground into the bulge beneath her. Tim's mouth was working wonders on her breasts like an artist with a paintbrush.

Another moan slipped from Kessa's mouth telling Tim exactly what he was doing to her body was driving her wild and it made him smile. 

Not one to ignore a message Tim wasted no time in turning to lay Kessa on the couch. He quickly pulled off her sneakers and joined them with her shirt and crop top on the floor. Tim's hands gripped the waistband of her joggers and pulled it down and off in one fluid movement.