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ALONE ─ original

warning: original. original characters. his pov. black!fem!. sexual theme. short smut. getting the cookie eaten. late night intimate setting. fluff smut?

a/n 💌💞: this is my first time writing smut, pls be patient with me as I keep writing and going through the motions of learning. word play might not exactly be good for now, but you gotta start somewhere lol

summary: after two years of having to be a long-distance relationship ─ due to unfortunate circumstances, the couple had finally reunited under better conditions. after a long night of wine and dining and trying not to make it obvious of how touch starved they were. they didn't waste any time getting comfortable with each other at his apartment, on his couch, equally conversating about some things pertaining to their future. the half empty bottle was discarded the moment they began speaking over their future. nonetheless, listening to his feelings and such made her attention attract elsewhere. the longer she stared at his lips and listened to his deep voice speak, the longer it made it all the more harder for her not to kiss him. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you─" His words were sucked away when their lips unexpectedly collided, his eyes were wide for a moment seeing how close their faces were to each other. he snapped himself to reality, reaching for her to straddle his lap and hike the thin dress she wore up around her hips from restriction. Her hands cupped his face as they made out, feeling his tongue slither between her mouth and hands roam freely around her body and send her to moan in his. She could then feel his calloused hands place themselves at her thighs, stroking upwards beneath the material of her dress to feel a thin strap hug around her waist. he frowns, "you're needy, huh?" His jaw clenched, feeling at her hips as she grinded against him, clearly not wanting to hide what she's been feeling for some time now. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I just can't help myself anymore," and he smirked. it was clear both of them wanted each other, and how they were handling it right now, also showed that boundaries didn't need to be laid, which only led things to go further.

I needed her just as much as she needed me. All those years of facetiming paid off what was happening right now.

To touch, to hold, to kiss, to taste 一 to allow myself to love her, and vice versa was all we needed. To allow time to grow slow, eliminate any distractions, and let the mood simmer 一 made our world become secluded from the rest.

Through the silence, I studied every part of her. Familiarizing myself again every detail I missed for the past two years, from the way her beautiful face contoured with pleasure, braids cascaded to her plum ass, around the bust of her breast, the curve of her waist, to the stretch marks along the pudge of her stomach decored over her hips and thick thighs that I found myself groping for dear life.

The smooth texture of her chocolate skin was soft amongst the palm of my hands, my nose─ tickling down the navel of her body as I plant kisses, could smell the scent of mocha drown my senses. Like always 一 she kept herself well maintained, didn't have much hair on her body, and looked as gorgeous as the morning sunrise. My hands slowly traveled up the curve of her body, hearing her gently and yet so effortlessly whine a glorious melody in my ear.

She begins to squirm beneath my hold.

Looking up, I couldn't help but to chuckle at the little pout along her plump lips, slightly getting irritated and nearly whining for me to stop with the foreplay and endless teasing I've been doing for the past few minutes. However, in my defense, I was just loving on her, admiring what I missed due to us being long-distance for quite some time now. Telling her, "I'm sorry, baby." I placed myself right where she wanted me.

She had moved to lean back on her elbows and let her legs move onto my shoulders. Bambi eyes watched while I examine the way her soaked cunt yearn for my touch. After rubbing in circular motion, my thumbs had pulled her pussy lips apart, leaning forward to flatly lap my tongue against her center. Repeating this action few more times, I groan, "Fuck," at the taste of her.

Sweet, just like how imagined.

I could hear her breathing alter, gasping at the warmth between her legs, instantly spreading for more access and starting to emit hesitant moans.

It had been awhile since I've seen her grow comfortable beneath me and to watch her arch out of bliss, mouth hung low, unable to find her voice as she melted at the way my slicky tongue maneuver its way around her flower, made me feel a sense of pride from within.

Although she couldn't see but could hear the squelching sound of her arousal, and the constant feeling of my finger pumping deep inside of her, automatically sends a wave of moans past her swollen, bitten lips "Oh, baby," she praises, head going back and fluttering her eyes closed, still leaning on her elbows.

Rather than gripping the crinkled satin sheets below us, her fingers found themselves at my head. Midnight blue nails combing through the roots of my hair to smoothly twist and tug at the eminent sensation she was recieving from along her clit.

The sound of slurping, licking, and the repetitive flicking of my tongue against her clit was a feature to her loud moaning and whimpering that had turned into a beautiful song. Eventually boomed against the four white walls of my thousand dollar apartment.

Out of intense satification, from my view, her face was drowned in rapture. Brows knitted together, and nose crinkled with her mouth gaped open. She shamelessly emits ranuchy sounds as her head pins back against the pillow.

I could feel her hands pushing at my head, "baby, baby, baby," from the way she cried out to me, legs becoming tense, and hips buckling and swievling against my face. I grip them firmly in place, obviously noticing she was closer than I had anticipated. Her moans were getting higher and higher, chopped, and screwed into an uncontrollable whine that might seem annoying to most.

However, I didn't mind it. I could care less if people heard.

All it did was let me know how good I was making her feel and with that being said ─ I worked myself tirelessly till she came, screaming my name as loud and clear as an opera singer could as she let herself go.

She heaved, her body relaxing from the immense pressure within her stomach while I cleaned up the mess she had made and licking what remained. Her breathing had slowed down, escaping out of the adrenaline rush to a much calmer state.

Silence.

To think she had fallen asleep on me was to expected, considering she had been still for a good minute. Yet, she noticed my face was placed between the crock of her neck, her cheeks lifting as I began to kiss below the line of her jaw and neck.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she smiles, caressing her hand along my cheek to let our eyes gaze over one another, mumbling shared, "I love you's," and our lips to repetitively and lovingly collide.

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