His lips work furiously to cover every inch of my body. I giggle and moan at each touch. As he nears my hip, I swat at him again. I admit that this is hard to handle. He knows that mornings are my weakness. His head pops up, eyes daring me to stop him from getting what he wants. I have to give in.
“Baby,” I moan out, “I need to get lotion on or else I’ll be dry.”
He gives my hip another kiss, “you’re soft even when you are dry.”
“Baby please?” I say, hoping this slows him down a bit.
He smirks then gets up and I’m able to appreciate the beauty of his dark brown skin illuminated by the sun. I watch as he walks over to our dresser and grabs my cocoa butter lotion. With a twinkle in his eye, he walks back to me as he pours a bit into his hand. I sit up, thinking that I would be rubbing lotion on myself but I was wrong.
He takes my left foot into his hands, massaging the lotion into my skin. His hands kneed into my skin, working his way up to my thigh, getting more lotion when needed. He stops just a little above mid-thigh then begins with my right foot, repeating the process. My breathing hitches the closer he gets to me. I can’t look away. I’m entranced.
He pours more lotion into his hand but instead of putting it on me, he places it on his chest, thighs, and arm. He pushes me back onto the bed then squeezes some onto my stomach. I watch as he prowls my way and hovers over me. We look into each others eyes for a few beats. My body has gotten cold. I miss his warmth.
He lowers his body onto mine, using every inch of himself to rub the lotion into my body. I wiggle and move with him, enjoying the way he caresses me. He lifts me up by my hips just so he can massage it into my back then down my cheeks. He takes the liberty of kissing me here and there, nibbling on my neck, and sucking the tips of my nipples. He slowly circles his tongue over them, moving back and forth between the two.
He continues to slide on top of me when he uses his body to open my legs wider. He moves back up, slithering himself into me, just a little then back out. He does this again but puts in a bit more. I nearly have to grab on hold onto him. This was his plan the whole time. Instead of repeating, this time he brings my knee up to his lips, kissing from the knee up to my shin, pushing himself deep inside me.
I let a moan escape me. Our bodies slip around each other and at this point I realize that he may have put some oil in the lotion allowing us more liberty to move with each other. He moves fiercely and I can’t help but to grab his head.
“Baby wait,” I moan.
“Wait for what?” he growls.
And honestly, I have no idea for what. I answer by wrapping my legs around his waist. In the distance, I hear his hands grab unto the bars of our headboard. I struggle to breathe evenly, instead I take gasps in but cry out with each stroke that my body takes in. He growls into my ear and my voices pierces the air.
There’s no way I’ll end up in the office today.