swollen and wet. But the more I rubbed the drier I got.
I put the vibe back in and turned it on. It lay nestled in my needy pussy, ringing its bell at high speeds. But I still couldn’t come.
I lay there for ten minutes with it inside of me. I stayed there on the edge of oblivion with no way down. I needed Owl. I needed his voice or his presence to sail off this cliff that held me prisoner. I nearly reached out for my phone, but I didn’t. I pulled out the vibe and curled into a fetal position instead.
Chapter Eight
Ten minutes later there was a knock on my door. I didn’t move.
“Kira?”
My body responded to his voice. My nipples, which had been soft in the cool afternoon air, hardened. My clit, which had been quietly pulsing, pounded a harsh rhythm. But I refused to move.
“Kira, let me in.”
I dug my fingers into the mattress.
“I’ll make it better, baby, I promise.”
Slowly, I unfurled myself from the bed. I didn’t even bother to cover myself. I opened the door bare ass naked. Owl stood on the other side. He glanced down at my body, and then he opened his arms.
“Come here, baby.”
And like a traitor I went to him. He scooped me up and brought me inside, closing the door behind us. He lay down on the bed and brought me into his chest. He stroked my bare ass and my back, soothing me like a mother would an upset child. But I was a grown ass woman, and so I tried to hitch my leg over his thigh to get at his genitals. He brought my leg down and tucked my knees between his legs.
“Shh,” he tried to hush away my horniness, but my hormones were raging.
“Why won’t you let me come?”
“I will always make you come, baby. But you need to learn to get control of yourself first. You’re completely focused on orgasming. Sex is about more than just coming. I want to show you how much higher I can take you.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“I know, baby. But I need you to trust me.”
I sighed.
Owl rolled me underneath him. “One thing you need to know about me, Kira, is that I’m a man of my word. I say what I mean, and I do what I say.”
“I have trouble believing that.”
“That’s because you’ve been fucking shit for men that lie to get what they want. I’ve told you exactly what I want. And I’ve always given you what you need.”
He stroked his hand up and down my body. I buried my face in his chest and took a whiff. He smelled like a woman’s perfume.
“Where were you tonight?”
“At a party.” His eyes challenged mine to ask the question I really wanted to know.
“Did you…” I hesitated because I knew he would tell me the truth, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it.
“Why is it important to you to know who I fuck as long as I come back to you every night?”
I closed my eyes. So he had come from fucking another girl.
“I didn’t fuck anybody, Shakira. I watched two girls fuck each other, but I didn’t touch either one of them.”
“Why did you have to watch them? Why didn’t you just come here and fuck me?”
He thought about that as he stroked my leg. “Why do you change your clothes every day? Why do you eat different foods at each meal? Why do you need more than one color pen to do your work? Just like food, clothes, and shelter, fucking is a basic necessity of human existence. We might wear the same outfit more than once, or have a favorite food, but we like variety.”
“So you’re saying I’m your favorite because you want to come and fuck me more than once?”
“Why do you need me to make you feel special? What if I change my mind about you one day? Does that mean you’re not special anymore?”
Yeah, that’s exactly what it meant. All the men who’d left me behind in the past; all the men I couldn’t hold on to, that’s why they all left.
“I’m not that guy, Shakira. I don’t ride horses or wear tights, or any of that shit. I’m not from a storybook or samurai fairytale. I’m from Jersey.”
I burst out laughing.
I put the vibe back in and turned it on. It lay nestled in my needy pussy, ringing its bell at high speeds. But I still couldn’t come.
I lay there for ten minutes with it inside of me. I stayed there on the edge of oblivion with no way down. I needed Owl. I needed his voice or his presence to sail off this cliff that held me prisoner. I nearly reached out for my phone, but I didn’t. I pulled out the vibe and curled into a fetal position instead.
Chapter Eight
Ten minutes later there was a knock on my door. I didn’t move.
“Kira?”
My body responded to his voice. My nipples, which had been soft in the cool afternoon air, hardened. My clit, which had been quietly pulsing, pounded a harsh rhythm. But I refused to move.
“Kira, let me in.”
I dug my fingers into the mattress.
“I’ll make it better, baby, I promise.”
Slowly, I unfurled myself from the bed. I didn’t even bother to cover myself. I opened the door bare ass naked. Owl stood on the other side. He glanced down at my body, and then he opened his arms.
“Come here, baby.”
And like a traitor I went to him. He scooped me up and brought me inside, closing the door behind us. He lay down on the bed and brought me into his chest. He stroked my bare ass and my back, soothing me like a mother would an upset child. But I was a grown ass woman, and so I tried to hitch my leg over his thigh to get at his genitals. He brought my leg down and tucked my knees between his legs.
“Shh,” he tried to hush away my horniness, but my hormones were raging.
“Why won’t you let me come?”
“I will always make you come, baby. But you need to learn to get control of yourself first. You’re completely focused on orgasming. Sex is about more than just coming. I want to show you how much higher I can take you.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“I know, baby. But I need you to trust me.”
I sighed.
Owl rolled me underneath him. “One thing you need to know about me, Kira, is that I’m a man of my word. I say what I mean, and I do what I say.”
“I have trouble believing that.”
“That’s because you’ve been fucking shit for men that lie to get what they want. I’ve told you exactly what I want. And I’ve always given you what you need.”
He stroked his hand up and down my body. I buried my face in his chest and took a whiff. He smelled like a woman’s perfume.
“Where were you tonight?”
“At a party.” His eyes challenged mine to ask the question I really wanted to know.
“Did you…” I hesitated because I knew he would tell me the truth, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it.
“Why is it important to you to know who I fuck as long as I come back to you every night?”
I closed my eyes. So he had come from fucking another girl.
“I didn’t fuck anybody, Shakira. I watched two girls fuck each other, but I didn’t touch either one of them.”
“Why did you have to watch them? Why didn’t you just come here and fuck me?”
He thought about that as he stroked my leg. “Why do you change your clothes every day? Why do you eat different foods at each meal? Why do you need more than one color pen to do your work? Just like food, clothes, and shelter, fucking is a basic necessity of human existence. We might wear the same outfit more than once, or have a favorite food, but we like variety.”
“So you’re saying I’m your favorite because you want to come and fuck me more than once?”
“Why do you need me to make you feel special? What if I change my mind about you one day? Does that mean you’re not special anymore?”
Yeah, that’s exactly what it meant. All the men who’d left me behind in the past; all the men I couldn’t hold on to, that’s why they all left.
“I’m not that guy, Shakira. I don’t ride horses or wear tights, or any of that shit. I’m not from a storybook or samurai fairytale. I’m from Jersey.”
I burst out laughing.
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