“Whoa! Miamor, calm down,” Carter stated.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
“I apologize. I was out of line,” he said as he continued to hold her tightly.
Miamor’s knees gave out underneath her as her sister’s death hit her harder than ever before. It had been so long since she’d cried that, now that she had started, she couldn’t stop herself. All the pain that she had suppressed over the past thirteen years was pouring out of her.
“Shh,” Carter whispered in her ear as his arms comforted her. “Let it out, ma. This is what I was talking about. Now I see you. This is the girl I want to get to know,” he told her.
Carter let her collapse onto the sand, but his arms never left her body. He sat with her as she cried her eyes out, and eventually she stopped fighting him and found a comfortable space within his embrace.
After the tears stopped, they sat there silently, yet content with the intimate moment that was unfolding, Carter holding her in his arms and Miamor listening to his strong heartbeat as she felt safe for the first time in her life.
“I’m sorry for popping off on you earlier,” she finally whispered in a low tone.
“It’s all right, Mia. I apologize for coming at you wrong. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I just want to get to know the real you. The woman that I just saw break down is the one that I’m trying to know. You think you can make that happen?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” she said with a half-smile.
“One day I want to know what made you cry like that. I want to learn everything about you. I want to know what makes you cry, what makes you laugh, what you want out of life, what your dreams are. I want to know you, ma.”
Tears came to her eyes again as she stared into his brown, trusting eyes. She looked at the small scar that seemed to fit so perfectly with the features on his face. She was at a loss for words as she listened to him speak.
Miamor couldn’t help herself as she looked at the handsome man before her. His words were getting to her. She didn’t know if it was game or not, but if it was, she concluded that it was one that she would let herself believe. She felt compelled to kiss the lips that were saying all the right things. She leaned in and kissed him softly. His lips were soft and big. His masculine hands lightly massaged the back of her neck, causing her heart rate to increase. The fresh scent of Issey Miyake filled her nose, and she inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent. She had the first-kiss jitters as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
Carter picked her up without ever breaking their kiss and carried her back to their picnic site. Setting her down gently, he watched her as she leaned back on her elbows and looked up at him. The lust and passion that burned in her eyes signaled what time it was.
Miamor couldn’t contain the fire that was ablaze between her legs. She had to have him, opening and closing her legs seductively while he gazed down at her.
Carter could see her neatly trimmed pussy hairs, and his excitement heightened when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, her skin blending with the color of the sand perfectly. Her body exuded sexiness. Carter licked his lips as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Miamor put one finger in her mouth and sucked it erotically as she enjoyed the chiseled view in front of her. She took the moisture from her mouth and circled it on her clitoris. Her love button throbbed intensely as she rolled it between her fingers.
“You like what you see?” Miamor asked as she inserted two fingers inside herself. Miamor was so sure of herself. She wasn’t shy and was comfortable in her own skin, so she continued to please herself for a minute or two. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she began to grind her hips to her own beat. She closed her eyes as her other hand massaged her now stiff nipples. The feeling caused a low moan to escape her lips.
Carter kept looking down at her and felt his dick get hard. His manhood was urging him to get in the game, but he contained himself, trying to savor the moment, not wanting to be too eager.
When Miamor took her finger out of her pussy to taste her own juices, Carter could no longer contain himself. The print of his eleven inches was bulging in his jeans, and he quickly stepped out of them and positioned himself on top of her. He grabbed one of the strawberries and put it in her mouth as she nibbled on it sexily. His mouth found hers, and their tongues intertwined. He could taste the sweet fruit on her tongue along with the sweet taste of pussy as his rock-hard erection rubbed against her thigh.
Carter stuck his finger in the melted chocolate and rubbed it on her nipples as he feasted on them, tugging at them gently with his lips and tongue.
“Mmm,” Mia moaned, her back arched from the tingling pleasure that was shooting through her back.
Her body was like a buffet, Carter pouring champagne on top of her and licking it clean, never leaving a trace behind. He made his way down to her womanly opening and lifted one leg in the air, which she rested on his broad shoulders as her eyes rolled back in her head. Carter then introduced his tongue to her clitoris, licking it gently as if he were tongue-kissing her mouth instead of her pussy.
Miamor began to shake uncontrollably. No man had ever done her body so good. Carter definitely knew what he was doing. His head game was out of this world. Most men rushed and only went downtown to benefit themselves by getting the pussy more wet, but Carter took his time, inserting two fingers as she grinded on his face.
“Oh my God,” she moaned as her hands found the back of his head. “Wait,” she whined. Carter was eating her pussy so well that Miamor couldn’t wait to return the favor.
She sat up on her elbows and attempted to get up, but Carter pulled her back underneath him as she lay back and watched his swell glisten in the moonlight, pre-cum resting on the tip. He rubbed her clit with his hat, and the warmth from his body temperature made her hot, sizzling against her honey pot.
It had been a long time since she had been intimate with someone, and it wasn’t until now that she realized how much she missed a man’s touch. “I want to feel you inside of me,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his back and slid her hands down until they reached his toned behind.
“Wait, I don’t have a condom,” he whispered. He silently cursed himself for not being prepared.
Miamor looked him dead in his eyes. “Then don’t make a baby, if you don’t want one.” She pulled him into her, and he immediately filled the space between her legs, his thick hardness throbbing inside of her as her walls contracted around his large shaft.
“Shit, you feel so good,” he told her as he rocked in and out of her with a slow, passionate rhythm.
Miamor was silent as she stared into his eyes. She had never been with a man that looked at her the way Carter did at that moment. Their gaze expressed more than any words could ever do. They had a sexual chemistry that was out of this world, and he was making her body hurt in a pleasing way. A tear slipped from her eyes, and he kissed it away as it rolled down her cheek.
Miamor moved her wide hips in unison and matched him pump for pump, and Carter put his hands underneath her rear and lifted her hips, allowing him to dig deeper into her.
“Carter!” she called out in ecstasy as he explored depths in her that she didn’t even know existed. “Carter,” she repeated as he sped up and pounded into her a little harder.