Superficial (DE)

Twenty-seven.

Brandon reached up, tracing his fingers along Cerise's clavicle as both their chests heaved up and down aggressively; the room steamy and smelling of love. Her long brown tresses cascaded over her bare shoulder like a silky waterfall, both hands placed on his tattooed chest for stability as she straddled him with his softening manhood still inside her. Her necklace glittered and gleamed under the bright beams of the sun as the ball of molten lava rose in the sky illuminating the early morning skyline.

Brandon touched her lips next, running his finger tips across the soft flesh of her lips, cupping her face next as he admired her in her rawest form— hair a mess, no makeup and naked.

Cerise closed her eyes finding comfort in Brandon's touch as he held her face with his large hand, grabbing his hand and pressing it against her cheek more as they sat in comfortable silence coming back down from their euphoric high.

"You ever gunna take this off?" Brandon teased after a moment, letting go of her face and linking his finger in the sixty-one stone necklace that graced her throat.

"No," Cerise answered sleepily making Brandon crack a small smile as she lifted up allowing his limp manhood to slide out. She hunched over, wrapping her arms around his neck and laid on top of his body watching the sun rise through the massive floor to ceiling windows in his master suite.

"You never answered my question," He said, prompting her to lift her head and look at him.

"What question?" She asked, her voice soft as a whisper.

"Will you be my girlfriend,"

Her gaze softened as the corner of her lips curved up in the form of a gentle smile starring down at him, her warm brown orbs darting around his face. "Of course I will,"

Brandon grinned, grabbing her by the back of the neck and kissing her passionately.

"We go together now— real bad," She said, in between kisses.

Brandon winced his face. "What?" He asked, making Cerise giggle infectiously.

He shook his head at her antics, sitting up some. "How about we go shower together real bad," Brandon mocked. "My dick keeps sticking to my leg,"

"That elephant trunk," Cerise jested under her breath as she hoped out of the bed.

"You're sleepy aren't you?" He asked, following behind her.

Cerise turned the rainfall shower head on sticking her hands under the water and wiggling her fingers as she waited for the shower to heat up. "A little," She answered as he walked into the bathroom after her. "Why?"

"Because you're saying anything,"

Her cheeks took on a red hue as she pursed her lips together to keep from giggling. "You won't let me go to sleep,"

"I won't let you go to sleep?" Brandon asked with a small amount of surprise, stretching some.

They'd been up all night long fucking, sucking and loving some more.

"You kept backing yourself up on me, you know what you were doing so I gave it to you," Brandon clarified, sending a sharp slap to her naked backside; her butt cheek immediately turning bright red as she winced with a glare. "What did I tell you about using your words to ask for what you want?" He asked.

"I used sign language," She replied smartly as she got in, splashing water onto him.

He stared at her with a smug smirk, standing before her in all his glory before stepping in. Brandon towered over her tiny frame, the hot water rolling off his body and onto her as they stared at one another. "You love trying to get smart with me don't you?"