You grip my hands on your breasts as you climax. My eyes run wild as I watch you shake and quiver with pleasure. You laugh as the waves rush onto the shores of your body. I giggle a little too as I try to steady my breathing. I grind myself with you as you come, hoping to intensify the orgasm. The seconds feel like minutes before you collapse onto my chest, heaving and chuckling.
“Thank you”, you whisper as your breath starts slowing.
I wrap my arms around your back and massage your spine. “Thank you”, I reply.
You prop your chin on my chest, smiling at me, looking into my eyes. “You held your orgasm for me didn’t you?”
“Its okay”, I kiss your forehead, “I wanted to. I was enjoying you.”
“I enjoyed you also, but I want you to come…if it’s okay with you of course. Can I taste you?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” You grin at me and your eyes shimmer with passion. We kiss for a few moments before you begin to lick and suck patterns on my neck.
I close my eyes, and bite my lip. I massage the nape of your neck while you explore me.
“Your skin smells like lavender.”
I smile. “I wonder what it taste like.”
You bite your lip and give me that look you give before you are about to rock my world.
You kiss my chest and trail your tongue down my stomach until you settle yourself between my legs. My breath deepens and I spread myself open to give you space to get comfortable. I feel your tongue and I tense up involuntarily.
“Are you okay?” You ask me, peaking from between my legs.
“Yeah…yes…I’m alright.” I clear my throat and try to relax my body.
You begin tasting me again I clench my jaw. I look up at the ceiling and try not to think too much.
Inside The Mind of a Black Artist 