Take Me Slow

by Shani Greene-Dowdell

  “I love having you in them, Ari. You’re so sexy.” He scrapes his teeth along the underside of my jaw. “I’ve been thinking about you for weeks,” he admits. Blaze is rumpled-looking as he wildly caresses me, and he sounds like his ability to control himself is completely lost.

  My control is fraying more with every kiss we share. I fit perfectly in his arms, like the second half of a puzzle piece. I want to take advantage of that, want to erase every other woman he’s ever held from his mind. Even if after tonight he never calls me again, I’m determined to be the best fuck he’s ever had.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he continues. “Ari, God, your mouth. I want your lips on my cock. I want to see my cum on your tongue. I want to see you take it all in your mouth,” he says.

  I yank his pants and briefs down, and he immediately stops talking. The knowledge of what’s about to happen has his eyes glazed over with delight. My eyes equally glaze over when his big, rock-hard cock flings out as if it’s a third arm. My mouth waters at the sight of its beauty.

  “Everything about you is sexy,” I say to him as I open my mouth and begin licking the head of his beautiful dick. I lick down to the shaft and back up before I take him all in, a ritual I repeat until my name is bouncing off his apartment walls. After teasing him this way for a while, I take him all the way to the back of my throat, while staring up at him.

  His widened eyes indicate he is impressed. As I take him from the roof of my mouth to the depths of my throat, I make a tight gap with my lips, teasing the head with my tongue and moving it along the vast expanse of his cock. I take him in and out, over and over until he can’t help but to growl like an animal, grab the back of my head, and grind as if he’s fucking my pussy. That’s what I want, his groans of pleasure to be seared into my mind—a sound so sweet.

  I don’t know what turns me on more, hearing his sex sounds or giving him head. I create a rhythm with him that elicits more of those sounds I love so much. Blaze closes his eyes, showing his enjoyment of my soft, wet mouth devouring his cock with each thrust. When his balls tighten, I can taste the fruits of my labor trickling down my throat. I want it, and I want it all. He grunts and calls out my name as his strokes intensify with the extreme pleasure I know is building inside of him.

  “Ari, baby. I’m coming.” He tries to pull back so that he won’t come in my mouth, but I latch onto his thighs and savagely pull him deep into my throat as his hot seed spills inside of me.

  As I said, I want it all.

  Blaze’s explosive orgasm tastes just as delicious as I believed it would. I look up at him with a grin, swallowing my treats, and he looks at me, amazed.

  “Whoa! What was that?” Blaze says, ribs constricting. He looks like he is having an out of body experience as his body continues to jerk and recoil from the sweetest tasting blow job I’ve ever given.

  I giggle. “We’re just getting started, Big Blaze.”

  “Oh shit, tonight is going to be wonderful. It’s the best night of my life already,” he says smiling. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

  Blaze walks me down the hallway and into his bedroom. Once inside, he turns on the light and starts to make up his bed. I open my mouth to say something about helping him, and the doorbell rings, bringing our attention to it.

  “Are you expecting someone?” I ask.

  “No. Whoever it is, I’m going to tell them to get lost, so make yourself comfortable on the bed, and I’ll be right back,” he says, kissing me again.

  “Okay,” I agree and sit on the edge of his bed. There isn’t much furniture, just the bed and a dresser, but his room is tidy.

  I hear Blaze pad back up the hall and open the door.

  “Hey, man. What’s up?” he asks whoever is on the other side.

  “Nothing, just stopping by to get my clothes. What are you doing? You look like you just ran a marathon or something,” a man’s voice asks.

  “No marathon, bro, but I am busy. I’ll get your clothes for you. Hold on,” Blaze returns to the room and grabs an outfit out the closet. It’s on hangers and wrapped in a clear bag. “Be back in just a second, baby,” he says, pecking my lips once more before he trots back up the hall.

  “Here you go, Terry,” Blaze says, and I surmise Terry is a good friend of his from the way they are talking.

  “Thanks, man. Are you watching that game that’s on now? It looks like our team is about to lose,” I hear Terry say. “Turn to it; it should be in the fourth quarter,” he adds.

  “No, I’m not watching the game. I have better things to do with my time, tonight,” Blaze indicates, and the hint is obvious. “How about we catch up later?” he asks.

  “Oh, I see. You got a woman back there. Is she fine?” Terry asks.

  “What kind of question is that? You know she’s fine if she’s here with me,” Blaze says sounding cocky.

  “That’s right. What was I thinking?” Terry asks, and then giggles as if his question is meant to be sarcasm. “You and that hooker from the other night didn’t get any jizz on my clothes, did you?” Terry’s trying to whisper, but I hear him.

  I’m already eavesdropping, but that statement causes me to listen more intently. I get up and start walking toward the living room.

  “I told you I wouldn’t get anything on your clothes, man.”

  The front door creaks open. I step into the room to see Blaze running his fingers through his hair with one hand while holding the door open for his friend to exit with the other.

  “Hi,” Blaze’s friend says to me, then turns to Blaze. “Wow, I can see why you’re putting me out. She is super sexy! Is this the girl you borrowed the suit for?” he asks.

  “Are you trying to ask if I’m the whore he’s sleeping with for money?” I cut to the chase. I don’t like people that beat around the bush with their insults, so Terry rubs me the wrong way from the get-go. “If you’re trying to insult me, just come right out with it, why don’t you?”

  “No, I didn’t mean it that wa—”

  “Later, man.” The sound of Blaze’s voice lets me know he’s frustrated his friend is messing up our night. “I’ll catch you some other time,” he adds with a frown.

  “Alright man, you don’t have to tell me three times. Have fun tonight,” Terry says, and I can hear the smirk in his tone. That along with the way he looks at me like I’m the trick for hire that I pretend to be.

  Blaze closes the door without saying anything else to him.

  “So, do you go out and hunt for prostitutes often while wearing your friend’s clothes, or was I your first? Please tell me I’m your first, so I can at least feel special in some way.” I don’t mean to sound hurt, or even upset, but I sound like a wounded animal when I ask that question.

  “Ari,” he begins, and a pang from my own dishonesty of not giving him my real name shoots through me. I push it back because I’m the only one that should be in their feelings at this very moment. “Let me explain,” he says.

  I walk over to stand closer to him. “I’m listening.”

  Chapter Seven

  Blaze

  When Terry asks if ‘the hooker got jizz on his clothes,’ I know I’m in trouble. My apartment is only so big that I’m sure loud-mouth Terry’s voice resonates throughout it. I try to get him out as quickly as he comes in, but he can’t catch a clue to save his life. When Ari walks into the room, and my eyes land on hers, the almost imperceptible flinch in her face grips me. If I wasn’t trained to conduct interrogations, I might’ve missed it, but with all the experience I’ve had, it might as well be a blinking neon light that Terry has crossed a line. This is why I shouldn’t be on this assignment! I lament silently.

  I’m so far from capable of dealing with beautiful prostitutes that literally anyone else in the entire precinct could have done a better job than I’m doing right now. The fact that I’m starting to think I’ll be okay with getting fired if I can only get an orgasm out of Ari is a clear sign of my incompetence.

  “He let me bor
row an outfit the other night.”

  “Yeah, but my question is do you usually play dress up when you’re looking for prostitutes, Blaze?” She crosses her arms over her chest and waits for me to answer. I don’t like hearing the hurt in her voice.

  Damn you, Terry. Your big ass mouth is always running.

  “Baby, listen to me.” I pull her close to me. “I don’t usually go looking for prostitutes,” I admit truthfully. “My friend can be a talkative asshole, but that’s him. Tell me, did I say or do something to offend you?”

  “No, it wasn’t anything you said.”

  “And, I never would say or do anything to offend you, Ari. Not knowingly anyway. So, don’t let what someone else does affect us, okay?”

  “I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. This is just a very complicated situation,” she admits as she pulls away from me.

  And I don’t know what I’m feeling either. Except I know what I want to touch, feel, and experience, and it isn’t an argument.

  “You’ll have to tell me your boundaries. If you don’t want me to open the door or answer the phone when you’re around, it’s done,” I submit.

  “You didn’t do anything wrong, per se. It’s just—”

  “What is it, baby?”

  “Nothing.”

  “I did say something wrong, didn’t I?” I can’t explain why I’m so concerned about her feelings. I haven’t cared about what a woman thought this deeply in…forever. “Tell me what it is and I’ll fix it. It will never happen again.”

  “I just got offended with him insinuating I’m just some prostitute as if I don’t mean anything to—” She catches herself before she finishes that thought. “Well, we’re only here for the moment, I suppose,” she says instead.

  Ari studies me and comes to stand close to me once again. My arms envelop her, and I pick her up.

  “Ari, you just don’t know—” I stop talking as her legs wrap around me, and the heat from her body warms me all over. She rocks her hips in slow, lazy motions. She starts to smile when I can’t hold back a grunt at the spark that friction causes. I get momentarily mesmerized watching as Ari’s pupils go from a light hazel to a darker shade of brown.

  “We’re just two strangers enjoying a moment, right?” she asks.

  “Oh, baby,” is all I can muster from the feel of her womanhood pressing against my cock. All I know in this moment is I want this woman more than my next breath. “I want you,” I groan against her ear.

  “If tonight is all we have, promise me one thing,” she says.

  “Anything.”

  “Please, let’s take it slow.”

  “I just want to make you happy for as long as I can, Ari,” I mutter against her ear.

  “I’ll sort out my feelings tomorrow. But, I can assure you, Blaze, everything you’re doing is making me happy.”

  “You promise?” I pant, holding back from another kiss.

  Ari rolls her eyes but looks pleased. “I promise, Prince Charming.”

  Fuck, I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy, and I want my dick inside of it so badly. I cave and cover her lips with mine. Even though I know I’m being made fun of, I don’t care.

  Feeling Ari’s hands drop to the buttons of my jeans, I suck in my stomach, helpfully, giving Ari more room to free my cock from my boxers at once. I take a hand off the wall and slide it up Ari’s stomach under her shirt, feeling nothing but a smooth softness. Apparently, being in her profession calls for a lot of gym time because her body is a work of art.

  In the corner of my eye, I catch sight of my badge sitting face up on a side table, taunting me. Ari grabs my face and pulls me in for a particularly heated stretch of kisses where she starts to stroke the shaft of my cock with her soft fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing. That damn badge is a reminder that if I don’t have the stomach to arrest Ari, I should at least tell her the truth and give her the chance to get away.

  “Wait,” I gasp, arching up on my toes.

  Ari presses her thumb into the head of my dick, dragging a string of strange sounds out of me.

  “But…” I groan, trying to bat Ari’s hand away. “We haven’t agreed on… you know–” I trail off, too distracted to care about what I need to be saying to her. Ari has unzipped my jeans enough to start to work my shaft in earnest, and my life is literally in her hands.

  “I don’t care about that,” Ari says, her legs in a vice-like clamp around my ass. “I just want to taste you again. Do whatever; buy me takeout or something,” she purrs out.

  I barely hear her statement. Instead, I’m about to come all over my pants. “Whatever you want,” I say, yanking at Ari’s scarf and throwing it off to the side. “It’s yours.”

  Ari taps me lightly on the shoulder so I will put her down. She drops to her knees right there in the foyer and gives me the second most spectacular blow-job I ever had in my life, second only to her earlier performance. Sucking lightly on my balls, while her wrist works from head to base, it’s so good I almost manage to entirely suppress the stab of jealousy I feel thinking about how Ari got to be so good.

  I insist on returning the favor. Even though it’s probably not how Ari’s transactions usually go, the guilt of partaking of her glorious lips twice in one night has me ready to eat her from her stomach to her ass and back again. She doesn’t put up much of a fight.

  Once I have climaxed, leaving my seed deep within Ari’s throat, I switch us around, snatch off her bottoms and spread her legs. She braces for me as I nestle between her thighs, taking time to inhale her fragrant cunt. It smells so good that I’m ready to dive in, never to be seen or heard from again. The way her pussy looks, brown with pink goodness inside has to be a picture of the promised land.

  I open her legs wider and slide my tongue into her slit, playing with her clit. She’s so wet that it’s not long before another wave of juices gush from her cove and coat my tongue with deliciousness. Her taste and the sound of her moans are enough to drive a sane man wild. I grip her thighs, holding her in place so that I can move deeper inside her. I want to drink up everything she has to offer, pulling juices from her wells deep within.

  “Blaze!” she calls out, squirming as I tighten my grip on her.

  “Yes, baby,” I murmur against her lower lips. “You like that, Ari?”

  “Yes!” she howls into the night, and I can see her eyes spacing out, and her legs start shaking and getting weak.

  My muscles flex as I hold her up. Knowing she’s about to come undone adds to the pleasure. My tongue strikes her tasty button deep with precision, and involuntary jerks racking through her body reward me. It’s a rippling effect because, after a few moments, I’m painting circles of passion on her pussy and about to make her lose it again. I pleasure her going clockwise until she’s used to it. Then, I switch it up and go the other way. It’s a level of insanity I love experiencing with her; this experience is driving us both insane.

  Her moans and groans turn into full-fledged growls. She starts to orgasm, shaking and trying to squirm away from me.

  “Blaze, I can’t—take it!” she calls out, as her juices rush forth coating my tongue like a waterfall.

  I don’t stop drinking from her, digging deep to extract every drop, until she falls limp into my arms. Then, I pick her up and take her to my bedroom. I place her on the bed and immediately strip out of my clothes.

  Ari lay on the bed too limp to do anything, so I remove the rest of her clothes also. I know what she wants, what she needs, and I’ve just begun. Her body comes alive when she sees me rolling on a condom. I get several steps away from the bed before she finds her strength to scoot up to the center of the bed.

  “Will you be gentle with me?” she asks, staring at my swollen cock.

  Something about the way she asks me to be gentle shakes me to my core.

  “If that’s what you want,” I say in a full tone coated with desire, especially after her change in tone from nasty girl to someo
ne I could love slow and gently, dare I say forever.

  I flop onto my back, pulling her down on top of me and opting to let her have her way. She moans so sweetly as she kisses me passionately. I’m hungry for her. I crave for the moment her heat covers my shaft more than I crave anything in life. I can take the tease no longer. I have to get inside of her. I grip her ass cheeks, lift her and guide her down onto my length slowly.

  Ari cries out my name as she takes me all in. She begins to ride me at her own rhythm, and the slow grind of her hips is exhilarating. At this rhythm, which I’m sure is made only for us, I know I’ll be cumming in no time.

  I grip her perky breasts to pull my attention from the way she is milking the cum out of my cock. I lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking it to inflict pain as she rides me. Her slick vagina is intoxicating enough, but the taste of her brown pebble in my mouth is mind-blowing.

  I imagine how the sheen of moisture without barriers would feel as she begins to slide up and down my shaft in a slow, grinding motion. Ari’s mouth hangs open in an O as she looks down at me, eyes hooded over. She looks as if I’m giving her the best pleasure she’s ever had when I’m the one who’s hanging on by a thread. I grab her ass, clutching it in my fingers to take control. If she continues to move in her seductive rhythm, I will not last long enough to do the things I want to do to her.

  Ari bounces up and down on my cock, and the pleasure of her riding builds with every single bounce. Her pussy is raining like water down onto my thighs and soaking the sheets. I am so deep inside of her; it feels like I’ll come out on the other side. I love how she’s able to take all of me, my length going deeper inside with each bounce.

  We moan together, groan together, and growl like two animals rutting. Our cries bounce off the walls. At no moment do I feel like a man paying for a service. It feels like this is a connection of lovers, something that’s meant to be, finally.