BOMAW 7-9

by Mercedes Keyes

  "Oh, Vivian…Oh, yeah, baby…move like that, I like that…ohhh, yeah, I like that."

  She couldn't just lay there, she had to move for him, because he had her feeling so good. So filled, she wanted to try more of him, and began gyrating, sucking him deeper. "Careful," he cautioned her as she started gripping his body, her hands clamped to his sides, her own body moving up to meet him. Engaging the muscles in her stomach, along her abs, she pulled her knees up, holding on to him, working herself up the length of him. Jake's eyes rolled in his head, watching her. He held himself still, bracing himself as she moved and worked. She was growing bolder, more confident, and he suspected by the way she was moving, that she was on the verge of coming again. He could tell, she was really holding on to him, screwing her sucking nether mouth on him, working it, drawing on him almost desperately as if she couldn't stop herself - focused on reaching that pinnacle once more.

  "Look at you. You're gonna come again, aren't you? Hm? Tell me, you gonna come again? That what you working up to?"

  She was. Vivian could feel it, her body was tense, honed, grinding, the muscles of her vagina pulled and gripped, as if hungry and trying to suck something necessary from him. Jake held himself still, letting her work on him, he tossed his head back and shook it. "YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD DOING THAT! KEEP DOING THAT! OHHH, VIVIAN! DAMN IT—WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, LIL'GIRL?"

  Jake shook, trying to keep himself from coming. He'd never come before, holding still. He'd done it to let her get comfortable with him. Done it so she could enjoy him without being scared. But that move she was doing, that gyration of her lower body. The way she was hanging on to him, and that move, with her young, sweet, tight tunnel working him as good as any blow job. He hadn't known a woman could move like that with something as big as what he had, in her. Her sweet voice came then, her face contorted, her teeth bared as she continued moving on him. "OH!" She cried out. And then it happened, she blew again, coming and crying at the same time. He wanted to give it a try, he was so close to coming as well, and he had to know, could she take all of him? He'd heard somewhere, if a woman was aroused enough, really aroused, good and wet, that she could expand to hold quite a bit; well, he would find out.

  She was coming down and he slowly sank the rest of the way into her. Vivian's sucked in shocked as her eyes got huge. She held her breath, she could feel him, so far, so much of him, she panted, trying to hold her breath. Watching her, Jake sank deeper. She cried out, "AI-I-IY!" but wouldn't let him go; she wanted to do this, wanted all of him, he went all the way and exploded. "FUCK! OH, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! OH, GOD—OH, GOD—OH, GOD! OHHH, OHHH, OHHH, OHHH, YEAH—OHHHH, YEAH! OHHH, OHHH, YEAH!" Jake shouted, grunting at the top of his voice. He shook in disbelief, never had a woman made him lose it like that. Vivian smiled, watching him shake his head, his body tensed as he shot her full of his seed, over and over his throbbing length pumped in more. He even whimpered as if he hurt, but that wasn't pain she was looking at. That was serious, slammed against the wall, pleasure.

  He looked down at her, lowered his body on top. Out of breath and amazed, and stared at her. He was growing soft, but his entire length had been within her. She took him. Made him lose it, made him cum like crazy. "Wow." He moaned, stunned. As good as it was, as good as she was, not for a moment did he believe she could take him if he were hammering away at her; not if he had pounded it into her. But by settling in at the very end, careful and gentle, and holding still while he cut loose, that, she could take. And even then, he detected that it had hurt her some. Yet, she held on to him. She had tears in her eyes. The look on her face was as if he'd taken her virginity or something. Jake smiled.

  "That was, incredible. You okay?" He asked her, his thumbs catching her tears.

  She nodded that she was.

  "I love you. I swear to God, I have never felt like that before. Lil'girl, you something else; what was that move you did on me?" He asked, his body was still tingling from it.

  Vivian blushed and turned her head away, she was smiling, but she was exhausted. She couldn't talk. And if she could have her way, it would be to keep him right where he was, on top of her, deep inside of her. Even though, he was shrinking, although still within. He was kissing her ear, the side of her neck, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "I love you, lil' girl." he repeated again. "I do…God knows, I do. I love you. You…were made…for me. I believe that, now—more than ever."

  She still hadn't moved, hadn't said a thing. Her eyes were slowly drifting close. "Look at you. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you. But I can't let you go now. Not now. No way. I gotta work it all out, somehow. Gotta do whatever it takes, to make you happy. My lil' black velvet. Mother named you right. You going to sleep on me, aren't you?" He smiled and chuckled at her. "That's okay…go to sleep." He gazed down at her, thinking about this creature that he was, for some reason, gifted with. "I'm gonna work it out, somehow, baby. I gotta work it out." He muttered softly, talking to her, talking to himself. Staring at the side of her face. He touched her skin. Silky smooth. Such a contrast with his thick, white fingers touching the contours of her face. "Baby, we need to get under the covers." He informed her softly. He sighed. Reached beside him, pulling the covers down and then moved off of her. Shifting her closer to him, he worked the covers over them and moved them to the center of the bed. Next, pulling her against him, into his arms. He kissed her brow, her temple. Tucked the covers around them and holding her, was soon too, off to sleep.

  Chapter 183

  Vivian lay awake, after something her mother once said came to her in a dream and slowly brought her from a languid slumber. She had been 9 years old at the time, when she heard the words of her mother's advice to one of her sisters, Vivian's aunt Gemma. As most all women do, they were talking about sex. Her mother, ever candid, never pulled any punches with them so of course she wouldn't do so with her younger sister. They had been unaware that she was listening to their every word, every word until she was caught, that is; but before she was caught, what she heard came back to mind now. She remembered her mother saying, "What? Hell with a blow job!" That had come from her mother after her aunt confided that her husband was constantly asking her to give him one. "No, no, no, no, no, I don't give blow jobs! Any skainch can give a blow job! I'm tellin' you now, you can wipe that nonsense right out of his mind! All you need to do, is give him a session of—some good—pus-sy. You understand me? A man will do anything for you, you lay some good, ol'fashion pussy on him, that's for damn sho'! Yo' silly young ass probably just lay there! Forget that! You hear what I'm sayin'? You better get yo' ass up there—and roll that shit on him! Girl, there's a reason the lord built us like he did. Gave us the ability to roll and shift our ass the way we do! Hell, you better climb on his ass and move on him like he never knew you could, dammit! What's wrong with you? That's why he asking for a blow job! He don't need no blow job, he just need yo' ass to get busy! I don't care if yo' ass is sor' as hell! Shit—you can soak yo' ass later; you real good, he'll be in there running the bath water for you! Hell, help yo' butt soak! You got to blow his mind—to hell with blowin' his dick! Blow his mind, girl! Make his ass shiva', get ugly in the face. One time, I straddle my ol'man, put it on him so good, his goddamn eyes crossed—you heah me? Hell! I'm tellin' you truth! I get on mine, I ride the hell out his ass! When I get off, his ass—be—done! And he don't want shit else! But some sleep—be left alone! Dammit—what's wrong with you?"

  Vivian's head lifted a bit to look at the man next to her. She wanted him. Yes, fact was, she had him, but she really wanted him. In that way that a woman knows she has her man and good. She was fighting for the real thing now. This was no game for her, but serious business. What she felt for the man next to her, was far beyond any idea of love, and what others thought it might mean. Try as she might, she could place no word to it, what she was feeling other than the word used so far, love. For some reason, it just didn't seem enough. It didn't reach to the core of the meaning, like her feelings for hi
m, reached to the very core of her very soul. She loved him with a hurt that was no doubt unreasonable, just the thought of it brought tears to her eyes. "God above, help me, I'm so in love with this man. He just does it for me." She murmured softly, there was no other way of explaining it. Watching him lay there sleeping, worked her insides like nothing ever before. Her gut felt like she'd eaten a bad piece of fish. Even as she lay there, hours after they'd made love, she felt tender and swollen, because it had been a long time since she'd been with a man; since Laek Chan. While he was a satisfactory lover, he didn't devour her as Jake had. Laek Chan was too dignified for such actions. Not Jake. He went at her as if her ass was lined with sweet honey, and he was a honey eaten bear with a sweet tooth; just the thought of him at it, made her throb. As if she needed anymore. No, she didn't. She knew she didn't. The size of him, finally sinking deep, hurt. He'd gone further than there was room to go, but she would be damned if she would have stopped him. She took it, simply because he slid in and stayed still—stopped all motion, other than the explosion.

  It had been worth it, to see the look on his face, to feel him swell even more and rain upon her as if upon dry earth. She almost, almost regretted being on the pill. She'd never stopped taking it. Even after she and Laek Chan broke up, it was part of her morning routine. Oh, but the temptation to stop was powerful. The temptation to open the way for what he filled her with to find its mark on fertile soil, to plant itself and grow, was heavy on her mind. Not yet, though. Not yet. She was a planner. Things had to be right, especially to bring a child into the world. She needed to be ready for that. She sighed. What she was feeling, staring at him as he slept, told her it went beyond his looks. It was everything about him. Even his failures. Even his inability to grapple with and get control of this image of himself that made him feel less adequate than his brothers. And yes, she knew it—he was a devil and then some. She smiled softly, and as Sheila would label him, most certainly a freak. She had no idea a man found such delight in burying his face where he'd kept his most of the time, snug between her thighs.

  Yeah, he was a freak.

  Just like the song, Adina Howard sang, Freak like me, made her smile again. No, he wasn't a rough neck nigga', well, not a black one anyway. But she was certain there were times when he could most certainly be classified as a nigga'—no matter what classification he fell under, he sure as hell could satisfy her. What he did to her was just short of sticking your finger in an electric socket. The power of it went through her body, just as if he had done so. Now, what she needed to do, right here, right now—was satisfy him as close to that sensation as she could. She needed to surprise him and remind him of how he shouted this morning, and it was not just a one-time thing. No, not something that just happened, a fluke. As her mother said those many years ago, she needed to blow his mind. Thing is, just as her mother had mentioned, she was truly sore. No doubt about it. She had to be careful, she wasn't sure she could take all of him again this soon, but she would do something to remind him. As her mother advised, if you're with a man with big feet, make sure he's not one that will hurt you with it, abuse you. "Not my Jake. Not him." She whispered, touching his hairline carefully not to wake him. She had to bite the bullet and worry about her soreness later. Right now, while it was on her mind, she needed to set things in order, in motion. She eased from the bed, careful not to wake him—yet.

  In the bathroom, she used it, washed up. Making sure to clean everywhere well; the way he was, that was something that she dare never neglect, not that she ever had, but for certain, now more than ever she would not. Freshened up, she went back to his room and climbed back in bed. Leaning on her side once again, staring at him, she took a deep breath, braced and readied herself and leaned forward and kissed his nose, his cheek and let her hand caress his strong arm. "Jake…" She whispered his name, pushing up to lean over and nibble on his earlobe, her tongue going in and then kissing down and flickering over it. "Jake..." She called his name ever so softly, continuing to stroke him, touch him. "Wake up…Jake…wake up…I want you." She said, using his very words to her just hours ago. He was laying on his side facing her, the covers over his hip. She pushed them off with slow ease, her teeth nipping at his ear. "Jake…wake up…I want you."

  He groaned.

  "Wake up…babe, I got you on my mind—making love again, on my mind…wake up."

  The eye that wasn't buried into the pillow opened, squinting, blinking, trying to focus. "Hmm?" He moaned, not sure what was going on. Vivian kissed in the crevice of his neck, along his shoulder and back up, going to his bristly cheek. "Wake up, babe—I—want—you—again. Wake up."

  "Huh?" He mumbled, his one eye blinking.

  "Go use the bathroom. Do a quick wash up, and then come back to bed. Go on." She gently pushed him to his back. Jake lay looking at her as if she were from another planet. "Go on. Hurry up—before someone comes over here." She smiled and nudged.

  He only stared at her, as if he were waiting for her to say she was joking.

  "You want me to go get a towel and wash you up here?" She asked in that same soft voice.

  "No." He mumbled, staring at her, trying to wake up, trying to sort out what was going on. Still sleep-fogged and hazy, he stared at her as if something were wrong with her. He lay there wondering what she was asking of him. Was she asking him for sex? More sex? To make love again? No way…could she? It wasn't that he wasn't up to it, he just hadn't figured she'd want to again so soon. Yet, she woke him up. He was used to being the one that usually pushed for more. He hadn't really thought about more yet, because truth be told, he was well-relaxed, sated, satisfied—feeling good. Was off in the kind of sleep that only comes after a few beers that would knock him out. The way she'd done him that morning, gave the same effect, knocked him for a real good rest. Now, he wondered, what was she up to? The expression on his face said as much, that that question was on his mind, and Vivian fought not to burst with laughter at it.

  "Well?" She said instead.

  "Well what?"

  "Go wash up. Brush your teeth, wash your business…and then, uh, come back to bed. It's my turn." She said with a bright, seductive, sexy smile.

  Jake looked at her like she'd grown a second head.

  "Well, go on, before someone comes over here." She started pushing him out of the bed. "Hang on, hang on, hang on—all right, all right, all right! Just…give a man a minute, here - don't get pushy."

  "Well, get moving then. I want you now!" She informed him brazenly.

  He sat up, still staring at her as if she might not be Vivian, but some invading alien inhabiting her body. He finally went to stand up, she couldn't help herself, she reached over and caressed his naked bum, running a finger down the crack and pulling at the hairs that grew from it.

  "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Those are attached, you know." He grumbled, hair all mussed on his head. Vivian gave a raunchy, deep throaty laugh, eying him a bit the way he eyed her that morning, she leaned propped up on one hand, covers up to her breasts, smiling she said, "I love your butt. Come here, let me touch it again."

  "No!" He protested, making a face, staring at her with a furrowed brow.

  "Hurry up." She grinned, ordering, flexing her brows at him.

  "Just…calm down…I'll be back…woke me up; haven't had much sleep, you know." He grumbled out the door, down the hall to the bathroom.

  "I'll let you go back to sleep when I'm done with you."

  In the bathroom, Jake made faces, staring at himself in the mirror. He leaned in close, looking at himself, wondering what the hell was going on? He turned and used the toilet, flushed it and came back to the sink, brushed his teeth dutifully. Wondering about that, that he was doing as she said, like a good trained piece of meat! He paused in brushing, eyes narrowed, wondering what she was doing? He couldn't remember a time when a woman sent him—to the bathroom to wash up for a piece. He reflected, done brushing his teeth; he stood running the water to get the temperature right, so he could clean h
is "business" as she had called it. He'd always been the one to do that. One of the reasons was, he seldom stayed over. He usually hit it and was out the door. When he lived with Doris, he hadn't always stayed with her. Just when he hadn't felt like going home. Just to keep things in perspective, he slept in his own bed no less than four nights a week. Yet, even so with her, once he was done—she was done. They never went at it more than three times a week, because he had usually done someone else during that time, or was pursuing another woman. He'd take care of her to keep her happy, usually for having made up, or performing an "I'm sorry" sex act. One thing for certain, in all instances, he was the initiator. He was the chaser. He was the dominant one. Yes, women went after him. Wanted him. But he was the one that set things in motion, set the pace. The one that took charge and overwhelmed them with the gift of his skills and endowment. He was the one that decided who he would do, and when he would do them. He was…so what the hell was this? Younger women! That's what it was. Most all of his women were older than him. In fact, he could think of only one or two that had been his same age. Not ever younger. The others had all been, five, ten and fifteen years older than him. Vivian was the first woman he'd ever dated, that was…he stopped to think, twelve years younger than him? "I must be losing my mind!" He made a face at himself.