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AALIYAH'S JOHNSON - POV - 2:03 AM
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I lay in my bed, under the warming sheets as I scrolled through Instagram. There was never anything new or exciting but it was the only way to clear my boredom. My friend's posts eventually came up after a while of scrolling through celebrities' reels. Suddenly, my phone vibrated and Elijah's contact name appeared on my screen. My heart pounded as this would be the first time Elijah was ever coming over. I went over to his place a few times and we only smoked or talked about what was going on in our lives.
Throwing the sheets over my body, I got up from my bed and stretched before answering the phone. "Yea?" I asked as I heard the crickets outside. "Come open this door luh girl." He answered in his usual deep southern voice before hanging up the phone. Rolling my eyes I left the room, running down the stairs to the front door. I unlocked the door and Elijah stepped in. He observed my place quietly and then quickly shot me a hug. His large hands gripped my waist and pulled me towards him. I pulled away from him and led the way to my room.
As we entered the purple LED-lit room, Elijah took off his Crocs and set them aside. I plopped onto my bed and moved the layers of blankets over. Even though it was about 85 degrees outside, my apartment was about cold as a beast. We've been hanging out for about 2 weeks already and he was pretty comfortable around me, which is what I would think. "Lemme lay with you." He said in a deep but raspy voice that made me startled. I never heard him at this time of night before so he must have been tired.
I moved over and lay on my back, pulling him back in between my thicker thighs. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through TikTok as I played with his small messy dreads. Soon, he shifted and dropped one of his hands onto my lower thigh, rubbing it with his thumb. All kinds of thoughts and feelings were going through my mind but my body was stiff as a rock. Lord, I couldn't afford anything to happen tonight..if anything DID happen. Elijah sat up and faced me, picking me up from under my arms. "Elijah- Put me down what are u doing," I asked with confusion written on my face. He didn't respond but put me onto his lap.
"Just lay down Liyah, I'm not finna bite you." He spoke suddenly and I quickly went with it. I arched my back onto his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands traveled my spine and close to my tailbone but I felt his heavy phone on my lower back. I absorbed his body heat and tried not to move too much. Yet, I knew I felt something from his pants but I didn't want to say anything.
My panties spoke their mind, however. He was wearing a black compression shirt with some grey shorts, and black Crocs. I on the other hand had on a cropped white tank top with small hello kitty pajama shorts.
Sooner or later my body felt uncomfortable and I knew I had to adjust my body. I scooted up and wrapped my legs under his only to hear a low groan from him. "Stop moving so much damn Liyah." He grunted but I ignored the comment and focused on the way he said my nickname. Liyah. In that deep ass voice that made me go crazy.
My thin shorts were most likely soaked above my panties and the only thing I didn't need was for him to notice. A couple of minutes went by and my eyes were shut and focused on his slow breathing. He set down his phone and firmly held my waist, making me sit up and use his shoulders as support.
"Aliyah, fuck.." He grunted looking down at my shorts but I adjusted my posture again. Not to make him feral but to make sure we were both comfortable. "Move a little more.." He whispered and it took my mind a couple of seconds to process what he was asking me. But knowing me, I did what he asked. I rocked my hips against his pants and watched him groan. His heavy breathing only made it worst as I looked down and rocked even faster. Grinding my soaked hips against his large boner. I couldn't hold back any longer, eventually leaning down and pressing my lips against his.
He held my waist and rocked the friction onto his, pressing my hips down. "Elijah- Fuckkk.." I moaned as I breathed heavier. He moaned quietly through the rough kiss. I felt his hunger as he leaned in more and slipped his tongue into my mouth. One of his hands was on my neck and the other on my waist. I continued rocking onto his waist, feeling his dick rub through my panties. The kiss was sloppy and wet until I felt his hand go down my pants and into my panties. His warm touch startled me causing me to moan out loud. "Elijah- Fuck. Shit don't..-" I screamed.
He fingered me, thrusting his fingers in and out of my clit. Hearing the stickiness of my inner core drove me insane knowing that Elijah was causing it. I was suddenly flipped over on my back feeling his warm breath on my neck as he continued fingering me. But the feeling left when his fingers escaped from me. "Why'd you stop?" I asked panting.
He pulled down my panties and flung them across the room, as I helped him lower his pants and boxers. I stared at the large brown & pink figure that stared back at me, covered with precum. I nodded and just as he was about to slip it in, his phone started to ring. He sucked his teeth in frustration. He picked up the phone from off the bed and raised it to his ear. "Yo?" He said trying not to pant. I couldn't hear what he was saying but I already knew what I wanted to do. I got up, ignoring the side-eye he gave me. I arched my back and slipped it into my mouth. He let out a loud grunt as he looked down in anger. "My-My bad. I hit my foot, continue.. what you were saying." He continued.
I hollowed my mouth and licked over the veins inside my mouth. I bobbed my head and took the full base, gagging. I took as much as I could and used my other hand to pump. I whispered his name, looking up at him with doe eyes. His eyes roared with anger but he took his hand forcefully and grabbed onto my hair. He gagged me back and forth, pulling on my lace front.
I tried not to moan as he muted the phone. "Are you crazy? Sucking me off on the phone." He grunted and I nodded with the slight tears in my eyes. The phone was still up to his ear. He slapped my ass making me yell and take more of his length. He continued to gag me with my hair until he shushed me and unmuted the phone.
"I'll be there tomorrow. I'm busy." The last words he spoke before hanging up the phone and throwing it back onto the bed. I pulled away from him before he could erupt. I was pushed back down and instantly slammed against myself. He thrusted roughly, pinning one of my legs on his shoulder. My back arched and I screamed out in pleasure and pain. "Elijah! Oh fuck.. please stop I'm- begging you." I managed to make out in a moan. He didn't even allow me to take a breather while he rocked my shit. He shook his head and pounded me deeper. The room was filled with skin slaps and endless moaning. He grunted holding my waist and slamming my body against his. "You got me here, don't give up now." He spoke quietly.
I felt myself come against his cock, the warm substance spilling onto the bed. He slapped my ass once more making me moan to the pain. He noticed and instantly put up my other leg and got as deep as he could.
He comed onto my stomach, before plopping down next to me in a pant. We sat there for a couple minutes catching our breathes before he got up and grabbed a few stuff from my bathroom. I stood up, limping into the bathroom and turning on the water. Stepping in, the warm water washing over my sore body. Only being a few minutes, I hear Elijah step into the shower behind me. His dreads being soaked with water as he wraps his arm around me from behind. "Hey boo." I said smiling, turning around to face the taller man. "Wassup shawty, you good?" He askes, grabbing the soap and a washcloth. I nodded allowing him to scrub my body and his own.
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Did you enjoy that? Who knew Aaliyah was like that 😂.
