Korinna Johnson is a southern raised black girl who moves to New York with her mom. Korinna doesn't have to be a New Yorker to understand that she has entered dangerous territory. Nonetheless, this is Korinna's opportunity to make a name for herself...
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Korinna's POV
Miles' hazel eyes met my own as he lustfully gazed through his lashes. "Let me show you," he said with little air behind his words. His voice undoubtedly dropped a few octaves, reaching a register that sent chills throughout my body. The tension among us was enough to send me into a frenzy. My heart was fluttering.
As we stood in the center of the room, Miles' stature towered over mine as he approached closer. The tension and arousal in the room only grew. It was as if the air was thick with desire, and the only thing we could focus on was the latters breathe. The dim candle lighting and moonlight were the only two sources that illuminated us.
My eye-line dropped to his lips, sending an obvious hint of what I'd like him to do. He lifted his hands to my face and pulled me into a sensual kiss. Once we connected, our feelings became translucent. Our meeting started with innocent, slow, light osculating moments. Miles' lips were soft, silky, and pillowy against my own as he gently held the back of my neck to keep us closer. His breath tickled my nose, indicating he had been eating before we arrived inside. Miles' breath was a sweet pistachio smell that tingled with coolness from his ice cream bar.
Warmth began to spread throughout my body, turning into more desperation. Miles was painfully taking his time. Allowing his lips to do all the talking for him. What was once sweet and innocent turned into yearning. Our lips touched with more passion as our heads began to tilt with every movement. At this point, I was close enough to smell the sandalwood cologne Miles loves to wear.
Miles was failing to contain himself as he started to pull at my shirt. We pulled away for a brief moment to catch our breath, while I quickly pulled off my top. The unwavering passion influenced Miles to crash his lips onto mine. Unable to maintain balance, Miles and I staggered towards the wall. Miles directed his attention to my neck and started to abuse the skin.
I turned my head to the side already gasping for air, "Miles!" Not only was he sucking my neck, he was using his teeth to nibble. He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra with one hand. I started to shimmy out of my leggings as he did that, leaving me only in my Brazilian cut panties. Miles had completely pressed himself against me, allowing me to feel his bulge. "You need to take this off," I said, pulling at his shirt.
Miles takes me off the wall and sets me on the bed. "Come here, mamita" Miles pulls me towards the edge. He lifts his shirt over his head and throws it to the side. He gets on his knees on the floor and lifts my legs over his shoulders. Not waiting a second, Miles takes my panties and slips them off.
He dives in to take one slow lick while he maintains eye contact with me. Starting from the bottom, he slowly climbed to the top of my labia. I open my mouth and shakily breathe; attempting to brace myself for what's to come. Miles takes one outer lip and sucks it, knowing he was teasing me.
