Kamaya threw her head back, the sensations sweeping through her entire body. “Oh, yes!” she exclaimed, the words blowing like a loud hiss past her lips.
She reached between them, sliding both hands into his shorts. His cock was engorged, the weight of it heavy and full. When she wrapped her fingers around him, he felt his erection stiffen more than he would have thought possible. His girth surprised her and her eyes snapped downward to stare.
Pulling himself from her, Wesley pushed his shorts past his ass and down to his ankles. He kicked them away, then stood in all his glory, the magnificence of his grandeur taking her breath away. She reached for him again, pulling at his member fervently. Wesley moaned, the seductive groan echoing through the room. He stood with his arms folded up and above his head as she stroked him over and over again.
Kamaya suddenly took him into her mouth, sucking him in with one swift inhale of air. She licked up and down his shaft, her tongue sweeping over the tip and head of his member. He moaned a second time, the intensity of the sensations causing him to quiver with excitement. He whispered her name, the repetition a soft chant encouraging her ministrations.
He swore, the profanity a contradiction to how he usually expressed himself. “That feels so good!” he murmured.
The vulgarity made her smile as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. “Do you like that?” she asked, as she went back to stroking him and softly lapping at his balls.
“Oh, yes!” he muttered, air catching deep in his chest. He began to shake, muscle spasms firing from the sheer power of her touch. He suddenly grabbed her hands and lifted her chin, pulling himself from her. “Don’t make me come yet!” he said, his head moving from side to side.
Kamaya sat back on her haunches, the seductive smile on her face like a beacon, calling him to her.
“Lie back,” he commanded, desire glowing in the look he gave her.
Kamaya dropped her torso back against the mattress, pulling her legs from beneath her. He pulled at her denim shorts, tugging them and the thong she wore from around her body. Crawling up onto the bed Wesley knelt between her thighs, spreading her long limbs open. Kamaya clutched her breasts in her hands as she drew her knees up toward her shoulders, the gesture inviting.
That smug grin she’d grown to love danced across his face as they locked eyes for a brief second, and then he dropped his mouth to her entrance, licking her fervently. Kamaya clutched at the bedding, drawing the bedspread into her tightened fists. She closed her eyes, her lids clenched tightly together, pleasure sweeping over her expression.
She pressed a palm against the back of his head as his thick tongue lashed at her clit repeatedly. Her hips rose from the bed as she pressed herself into his mouth. The moment was everything she had fantasized and more. Her body suddenly shook, control completely lost as the first orgasm hit and hit hard. Her torso lurched and her back arched. Kamaya screamed.
She was still shaking and quivering as he sheathed himself with a condom, the prophylactic seeming to appear out of nowhere. She’d been so lost in the pleasure rushing through her body that she must’ve missed him reaching into a nearby drawer to find the protection.
He lined himself up at the entrance of her most private place and slowly pressed himself forward. She was wet and he entered her easily, her body eagerly welcoming him inside. Her muscles clutched and pulled at him, drawing him deeper into her wetness.
He was exceptionally long and thick, and he filled her, her pelvis feeling full and complete, and just when she thought she couldn’t take much more, her body surprised her, opening itself further, refusing to let him go.
They moved in sync, the pulling and pushing steady and intense. He stroked her over and over again, holding tight to her torso as she clutched him, her thin arms wrapped around his back and shoulders.
“Harder!” she screamed, her lush voice a profusion of pure lust. She grabbed his hips and pulled him even deeper into her. “Oh, yes!” she cried out. “Harder, baby! Harder!”
Wesley intensified the pace of his thrusts and she pushed upward to meet him. The feverish pitch of their moans and groans was a symphony of its own making and they played each other like finely tuned instruments. He picked up the pace, his strokes relentless as he drove himself in and out of her.
“I’m going to cum!” she moaned. “I’m going to...” Kamaya suddenly tensed and let out another scream of pure ecstasy.
“That’s it! Give it to me, baby!” he gasped.
Their two bodies were a juxtaposition of arms and legs flailing, and then, with a few last thrusts, he exploded inside of her. He screamed with her, his own orgasm bursting forth with a vengeance. He continued to push and pull himself in and out of her, her tight vaginal walls milking him dry, and then he collapsed on top of her.
Kamaya lay beneath him, breathless. He trailed light kisses over her neck and along the curve of her chin, then pressed his lips to her lips one last time before rolling his body from hers.
Side by side they lay together, still holding tightly to each other’s hands. Sweat dripped from his brow, perspiration bubbling from her pores as they gasped for air, waiting for their breathing to return to a semblance of normalcy. As they settled into the aftermath of their loving, Wesley turned his head to face her, meeting her stare with one of his own.
“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered, and then he drifted off into a deep sleep.
Kamaya smiled as she closed her own eyes. She’d been thinking the very same thing.
* * *
When Wesley opened his eyes again, it was just past midnight. The boat was rocking gently from side to side, the peaceful sway soothing. Kamaya was still sleeping soundly, the expression on her face angelic. He rose slowly, mindful not to disrupt her from her rest. He knew she was tired and he didn’t want to wake her. He also didn’t want to risk her wanting to leave him.
The tide turning on their relationship had caught them both by surprise. He couldn’t begin to tell her or anyone how much he had wanted to kiss her since he’d first laid eyes on her. So, when she’d taken the leap he’d been more than ready to catch her. There had only been a very brief second when he could have walked away, pretending the moment hadn’t happened, and when she’d given him permission to continue, their happy ending had been written in gold.
His desire for Kamaya had been intense, nothing and no one able to keep him from her. He brushed his fingers lightly down the profile of her face, pushing her hair back against the pillow. She was exquisite, everything about her moved his spirit. As he thought about her, and them together, he suddenly realized that she had his heart and she didn’t even know it.
He eased his way to the restroom and emptied his bladder. After a quick wash and dry he moved back into the bedroom. Kamaya sat upright in his bed, her knees pulled up to her chest.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I missed you. It was cold.”
He nodded. The outside temperature had dropped substantially. He moved to the closet and reached inside for two extra blankets.
Kamaya rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, Wesley had already crawled back into the bed and was sitting up beneath the extra blankets waiting for her. She snuggled her way back to him, to steal his surplus heat. As she cradled her bottom into the recess of his crotch he spooned himself around her, locking his arms tightly around her waist.
“I wasn’t planning on spending the night,” she said.
He laughed. “Neither was I. I sleep on the boat all the time, but you’re the only woman who’s ever joined me.”
“Ohhh, I must be special!”
“Exceptionally! But if you want me to take you home...”
She shook her head, pulling his arms tighter around her waist. “No. I am home” she said, her voice a loud whisp
er, her comment bold. But it was honest, the feelings as intense as anything she’d ever felt before.
Wesley placed a damp kiss against the nape of her neck. Everything about the moment felt good, and natural, as if they were both right where they were supposed to be. She felt perfect in his arms and he suddenly wondered what it would be like when she was no longer there. He marveled at how quickly he’d gotten comfortable with the idea of her being with him. She seemed to read his thoughts as she nestled herself even closer against him.
They could hear the water lapping gently at the sides of the boat. The wind had picked up, the side-to-side vibration lulling them both into a state of quiet bliss. As they thought about each other and where they found themselves, neither had the words to express what they were feeling. So neither said anything preferring instead to just settle into the comfort of each other’s touch.
Body heat pushed their temperatures up nicely. Lying together neither felt the chill in the air. Kamaya made no move to pull herself from him when she felt his growing excitement press against her buttocks. Instead, she bent forward at the waist, curling her behind closer against him. She lifted her leg ever so slightly, his erection sliding past the crack of her ass to settle between her warm thighs.
Kamaya began to rock back and forth slowly, her body stroking him obscenely. He felt himself swell and thicken even more, unable to resist the intensity of her touch. He suddenly felt her fingers tapping at him, the pad of her index finger drawing tight circles over the head of his member. He reached around to press his hands between her legs, finding her fingers darting back and forth between him and her clit.
He stroked her gently until her breathing became labored. She was wanting more, and so was he. He reached over for a condom and sheathed himself quickly. He pushed his hand between them to lift her leg higher. His hips shifted forward against her, sliding along the damp crack of her ass. He eased past the wrinkled rosebud toward the deeper, wetter, hotter depression that marked her sacred place.
When she gave a little wiggle of her hips and a backward push that took his breath away, he entered her in one swift motion. Kamaya moved her hips in slow circles as he worked himself in and out of her. His hands clutched her hips, gently pulling her back and forth against the length of his cock until his pelvis pushed tight against her bare skin.
One of his hands slid into the length of her hair, the loose curls wrapping around his fingers. The other trailed around her hip, coming to rest atop the flat of her stomach. He caressed her, the skin beneath his touch like puffs of cotton. His hand danced from her stomach to her breasts and back, eventually sinking lower between her legs to tease her clit as he continued to drive himself in and out of her. He rode her buttocks and hips, loving her slowly, in and out, grinding himself against her backside.
They fell from bliss together, dropping into an abyss of sheer pleasure. She orgasmed, muttering his name over and over again as if she were in prayer. The pulsing sensation of her body were like a vice around his, igniting his explosion. His orgasm ripped through his body as if he’d combusted from the inside out. Something like a whimper reverberated out of his mouth.
When the shaking stopped and the tremors ceased, she whispered his name.
“Yes, baby?”
“If we’re going to keep doing this all night, you’re going to need to feed me,” she said.
Wesley laughed. “Are we doing this all night?”
“Oh, hell, yeah!”
Chapter 9
A hint of daylight gleamed through the small window. Kamaya opened one eye as Wesley nuzzled his face into her hair. His naked body lay partially atop hers, one leg tossed over hers, an arm wrapped around her waist. She had no idea what time it was, but she did know she wasn’t yet ready to face the new day.
She’d lost count of the number of times he had brought her to orgasm, but the achy throbbing in her sweet spot was a reminder of all they’d shared. She shifted even closer to him, wanting to feel the weight of him against her.
“Good morning,” he mumbled, his warm breath blowing past her ear.
“Five more minutes,” she muttered back, groaning softly. “I just need five more minutes.”
Wesley chuckled. “That’s good. I need at least another hour. Maybe two.”
“It’s all your fault,” she said. “You kept us up all night.”
“No, no, no! I am not taking the blame! You are insatiable!”
“Says the man with the perpetual hard-on!”
He laughed again. “Like I said, that’s on you. You do that to me. I’m hard now!”
Kamaya giggled as she turned to face him, adjusting the pillow beneath her head. “That sounds like a personal problem. Go back to sleep. Maybe it’ll go away,” she said, as she reached down between them to wrap her hand around his manhood.
He was hard, the organ pulsing slightly, his flesh heated. He kissed her forehead, a wide smile on his face as he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her fingers gripping him tightly.
A few minutes passed, but just as they were about to doze off again, Wesley’s cell phone vibrated loudly.
“And that would be my mother,” he said, before he even bothered to look at the caller ID. He reached for the device and answered it, putting the phone on speaker as Kamaya released the hold she had on him.
“Hey, Mama!”
“Good morning, baby! Were you sleeping?”
“No, ma’am,” he answered, the little white lie spilling from his mouth.
Kamaya smiled.
“You sound like you were asleep. Don’t be telling me no fibs, Wesley!”
“I was just talking with my new friend. She’s about to make me breakfast,” he responded.
Kamaya lifted herself slightly, eyeing him with amusement.
His mother continued. “Oh? Is this new friend that young lady you were telling me about?”
“Yes, ma’am. I hope to introduce you to her when you and Daddy come to visit.”
Kamaya’s brow lifted upon learning that he had discussed her with his parents.
“Well, you know I can’t wait! If you have finally met a young woman you want your daddy and I to meet, she must be very special!”
Wesley winked at Kamaya as he changed the subject. “You and Daddy okay this morning?”
“We’re just fine. We just got back from church.”
Wesley looked at his wristwatch. “Church? This early?”
“We went to the eight o’clock service. Your daddy wanted to be out before Sunday school. He and Mr. Jeffries are going fishing this afternoon.”
“That sounds like fun.” Wesley feigned a yawn, tapping his hand over his mouth. The gesture made Kamaya giggle softly.
“Are you and your friend going to Sunday service?”
“I don’t think so.”
“She does go to church, doesn’t she? Didn’t you say she goes to church?”
“Hold on. Let me ask her.” He cupped his hand over the phone receiver. “You do go to church, don’t you?”
Kamaya laughed. “Yes! I’m a good Catholic girl. I go to Mass on a regular basis.”
“Just checking.” He resumed his conversation. “She goes, Mama. She’s a good girl.”
“Uh-huh!”
“She is!”
“If you say so, son, I’m sure she is.”
Kamaya shook her head, her eyes rolling.
“Well, I just called to check on you before I go see about Ms. Alice.”
“What happened to Ms. Alice?” he questioned, referring to the old woman who lived across the street from his parents.
“Poor thing broke her hip yesterday. That no-good husband of hers ain’t no kind of help, so I need to make sure she’s okay.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Please tell her
I’m thinking about her.”
“I sure will. Are you ready to pray with me, baby?”
“Hold on. Let me put you on speaker so my friend can pray with us.”
“Boy, I know you already had me on speaker!”
Kamaya’s eyes widened as Wesley stifled a laugh. He ignored his mother’s comment.
“Kamaya, say hello to my mother. Mama, this is Kamaya Boudreaux.”
Kamaya sat herself upright. She gave him a swift punch in the arm. “Good morning, Mrs. Walters.”
“Good morning, Kamaya. Ain’t that a pretty name!”
“Thank you.”
“Have you and Wesley been seeing each other long?”
Wesley interjected. “Let’s pray, Mama!”
He grabbed Kamaya’s hand, kissing the backs of her fingers before entwining his own between hers. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. Kamaya eyed him as his mother began to pray.
“Father God, we come to give You thanks this morning for Your many blessings, Lord. Thank You for allowing us to rise to see this new day. We pray that You give us strength today, to be strong from the temptations that may come our way. You know our struggles, Father God, and we pray that You will be with us as we go through them. Carry us, Lord if we are weak. If we stumble, please, forgive us. Lead us from evil, so that we may serve You well. We praise You, Father! For without You, we would not be where we are or have the strength that we have. Bless our loved ones and keep them close to You that they will also know Your will. And please, Lord, bless this union between my son Wesley and his new friend Kamaya, that it will be pleasing in Your eyes. In Your Son Jesus’s name, we pray, Amen.”
“Amen,” Wesley and Kamaya both echoed.
“Kamaya, I look forward to meeting you, dear,” Mrs. Walters concluded.
“Thank you. Your son has told me so much about you, so I look forward to meeting you, as well.”
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