But one of the things I learned from my parents and their troubled years, is that the more you lift your partner up the more they do the same.
Nax’s smile gives me a boost of energy money can’t buy. And if we come here again, I’ll suggest that he try to guess another seafood dish and tell him, See if you’re right! Guide him to the one I want, and make a game of it. Keep the fun of it.
Over dinner, at my request, he educates me further on the movie business, going slower and answering questions, the way I do at my job. When the bill comes, I think I have a handle on it, but when he offers to show me one of his past films and talk about how it was made, I jump at the chance. “I’d love that! Tonight?”
“Not tonight. I have other plans.”
That’s mysterious…
We hail a cab and Nax opens the door for me so I can gracefully lower myself onto the seat, dress gliding as my legs swing in.
“Zia.”
Looking up I smile, “Yes?”
“Time to get under that dress.”
Nax
“Keep the dress on. Sit on my face. I want to taste you,” I groan as I lie back in her bed, fully clothed minus the boots I bought with Josh’s ‘help.’ He forced me, actually, said sneakers couldn’t be my only shoe, but Zia loves them so he had a point.
“Why aren’t you naked?” she asks me.
“In time. Why aren’t you on my face?”
Zia gives me this sexy smile, hiking the skirt of her dress a little, steps onto the bed, bare feet on either side of my legs, and lifts the black fabric higher and higher, exposing her thighs inch by inch, pausing before I see what I’m dying to.
“Show me.”
She laughs, dropping the dress. “I don’t know why I’m nervous.”
“Because we’ve been only kissing for two tortuous weeks, that’s why. Now pick up that hem and show me your all of you.”
She gathers the fabric and ever-so-slowly lifts it again. “Like this?”
My hand reaches for my zipper, jeans shrunk, erection painfully bent. “You’re killing me.”
She reaches down to rub me, making my eyes close as heat burns up my body. I’m staring at a cleavage made deep, barely held by that dress. Her fingers move back and forth over my jeans as she purrs, “Let’s take these off, Nax.”
“How about I just unzip them. It’s an ordeal with this leg.”
“Sounds good to me,” she smirks as I unhook the button, and slide the zipper down.
Pausing, I lock eyes with her. “You switched the tables.”
“Who me?”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Zia laughs, and lifts the dress until my hearts slams more blood into my cock because my girlfriend didn’t tell me she’s not wearing panties, pussy trimmed short in the natural V shape it was designed for.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Show me yours, Nax. We had a deal.”
“Show you my what?”
She grins, eyes sparkling, “Show me your cock.”
Groaning to hear her say it out loud, I unleash myself and take pleasure in her reaction, her whisper filled with lust. “Oh my, well now.”
I palm my length, grunting at the relief of straightening its bend and give my cock a couple promising strokes.
“Now bring that pussy over to my mouth.”
Her lifted dress gives me a fantastic view as Zia steps closer, avoiding my bad leg, the blankets sinking with each footstep past my hips, my abs, my rising chest. She stands over my face and I groan at the beauty of her most private place bared to me. “Spread yourself so I can see everything you are.”
“Nax!” she nervously laughs, and I get it. I understand. We know each other pretty well now, spent the last couple of weeks talking, sharing stories, learning what our foundational beliefs are one minute while laughing our asses off the next.
It hasn’t been like what happened with me and anyone else back in high school and college — a one night hookup that grew into more later. This feels more intimate. The sexual tension is high.
Sliding my hands around her calves, I lean to lick the left one. “I want to see you, all of you, and then I’m going to slide my tongue in your hot pussy until your whole body trembles.”
She gives a breathy sigh of excitement and slips her fingers under the dress’s hem, holding it up with her wrists and forearms so I can see her pussy opened by long red fingernails gently piercing swollen folds, delicate skin glistening. “I feel vulnerable, Nax.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Am I? It doesn’t look…weird?”
“Baby, this is what men have been fighting over for centuries. Now bring that sweet gold to my lips. I want to kiss you. Show you how beautiful it really is.” My cock hardens as she lowers herself onto my face, upper thighs brushing my cheeks.
My tongue reaches, finds a home. She moans as I slide up from the bottom of her cave to the trimmed cleft then back down again, and up some more, lapping her before I seek out her clit, and find it excited.
Zia arches her back, breasts to the cement ceiling as I toy with her, flicking each side of her bean, tonguing it up and down, tickling her. Sliding my way down to her cave’s opening again I dive my tongue inside, taste her saltiness before I tease her clit some more. If her moans get too high-pitched, she’s too sensitive, and that’s when I switch up my tactics. When she gets close to cumming, I switch again, making her whimper, “Why did you stop?”
“Because you’re not getting off that easily.”
She gives this beautiful laugh filled with sexual pleasure that hardens my cock to the point of painful need. When she tries to rub herself on my mouth. I let her for a few seconds, then dig my fingers her hips, guiding her to stay still, my cock hard now as steel. “Don’t move.”
“That’s impossible!”
“I’ll stop
