Maybe, Maybe Not

25. I Love Her More

"I love you because to me it's more than sex with us, even though that's fucking amazing!"

Jakinda laughed at that but he was so serious.

"When are we getting to that amazing part?" Jakinda leaned in to kiss him. "I mean, sex is always better when you're in love and stuff. Let me show you some things."

He grinned at that. He had been in love before and had his heart smashed into a million pieces. He hoped this would be different with her. There were no guarantees, but he was in it no matter what. Had to take a chance.

"You know we both have work tomorrow," he said as he pulled her dress above her head. "We should have taken the day off because we ain't getting any sleep."

"Um, let's just get started and stop all this talking."

While he wanted to hump Jakinda like a wild animal, he also wanted to take his time and savor every moment with her. Beyond sex, he wanted to delve into their love-making. As an art. And show her he was more than some little kid.

Dress off, he worked on her panties and then her strapless bra. His dick arch up in a curve it was so hard. It was going to bust through his pants if he did not pull them off first. He undid the snap, fumbling a bit trying to pull them down till she reached over and helped him.

"Damn baby, when you simply touch me, I feel the heat from you."

Her soft hands touching him, little jolts to his soul. His dick popped through his boxer briefs, as they kicked away his pants. Her hands immediately went to caress his length while his hands found their way to her breasts, fondling them.

"I don't think we're going to make it to the bedroom," he said.

"Bedrooms are overrated, we can do this anywhere anytime." She started to go down on her knees but he stopped her.

"No, no, no, I need to taste you first."

"But I want-"

"Don't even argue with me. I'm starving for you." He sat her back on the couch, crawled between her legs, spreading them wide and burying his face in her pussy, smelling her then licking her like he was dying from thirst and only her moistness could quench him.

Her moans of passion and her trembling legs urged him to dig his tongue deeper into her depths. Taste so good he wanted to put his whole face inside of her pussy walls. She came like a waterfall on his face, creaming him like he was a glazed donut but they did not make him stop.

She whimpered and twisted so he gripped her thighs tighter.

"Oh! Oh! Nikko!"

She came again and he lapped it up.

"Wait, I want to enjoy you too." She grabbed him by his locs, trying to pull him away from his meal.

He looked up at her frustrated. "Baby?"

"We can do sixty-nine."

"I hate that shit," he said with a snarl. "How do you like eating your meal upside down? Now can I finish?"

He went back to work. Men who did not enjoy eating their woman out he could never understand. If it smelled good and tasted good to him, he was eating as if it was the last supper. Pussy tasted delicious to him. Maybe it was an acquired taste that some would never enjoy, but as for him, it was his favorite thing to do.

When he knew she could not take any more, because he could go another half an hour, he slowly moved away, savoring the last drops. He licked his lips, wiped the cum from his face, and licked his fingers. Damn, he wanted more already, but he knew he needed to stop and not be a selfish lover.