Prologue
The heaviness of his head weighed on her naked breasts like a regret. Deja couldn't breathe comfortably with the weight, and the freshness of her wooer's haircut pricked her exposed skin as if to replace her own peach fuzz.
Her brown eyes fluttered from Trevor's open mouth to her cable box. It was five o'clock in the morning and she had an hour left to sleep before she had to prepare for work. But sleep was already crossed off the itinerary. Now she had to endure the awkwardness of being suffocated and aroused because Trevor's open mouth blew a warmth on her left nipple that made the umber teat erect. The gawkiness of the situation revealed two observations. Deja was going to coax her boy toy into trying this little trick when he was alert. She also needed to wake him before she actually did suffocate.
She hadn't realized the gravity of the situation until she began to speak. "Trevor," she strained. Her right arm was pinned underneath his rock-hard body along with the rest of her. She wiggled her left arm from underneath his hold of her and shook his right shoulder.
He came to with sluggish alertness. His black eyes found hers in a matter of seconds in the dark room. Deja wasn't sure how she knew, but he was looking right at her. Before she could tell him to move on his side of the bed, he placed her nipple into his mouth and gingerly stroked the parameter of the hardened bud with the tip of his tongue. Electrified zeal shot up from the tips of her toes and upward, to be released through her nostrils in a sudden gust of surprise.
Seconds. It took seconds for her folds to moisten with just a simple touch. She willed her eyes to paint away the darkness in the room so that she could see the intensity of his eyes as he looked up at her. Cheek pressed against her right breast, still holding her.
Trevor lifted his head. Coolness immediately blanketed her exposed chest in his absence. She was allowed to breathe freely now that his weight was distributed from her abdomen and downwards. Although he shifted his weight, his tongue never stopped moving. It glided in circles, traced letters, and licked with such knowledge that it made her arch forward. French-tipped nails clawed softly at his head. Lean fingers applied pressure, persuading him to take more of her in his greedy mouth. And he obliged.
His mouth opened and swallowed her breast. He was starved. His teeth grazed her flesh as he sucked. The sharpness of his canines nipped at her skin distastefully. But before Deja could reprimand him, he sucked her nipple with a care she never knew he owned. It was such a sharp contrast. The rapid discomfort of the bite then the flood of gratification. She wasn't sure if she wanted to command him to do it again or scold him for trying it in the first place. However, she was certain that he was tittering around her comfort zone. Just like he had the night before.
Maybe there were remnants of Casamigos floating through his system. Or maybe it was the blunt he smoked before he made it over. Which ever one it was, Deja was both exhilarated to see what comes next and annoyed that he would start something so early in the morning knowing she had to sleep before work.
Trevor popped her breast out of his mouth and inched upward. His lips peppered her neck in tiny kisses. He licked here and there, moving left and right. Almost every inch of her neck was coated in his steamy pecks. And each one solicited a moan from her plump lips.
Trevor inched up some more and rested his weight on his elbows. At this shift of weight and lust, his ponderous dick fell atop her mons with a whispered thud. The sizable meat had a radiating heat of its own that warmed her fatty flesh at its touch. Deja's eyes snapped towards the ceiling; momentarily arrested with fright. Her heart thumped, thumped, thumped in rapid bursts of adrenaline. This weight was a different weight. This warmth was nothing compared to all the warmth he'd shared before.
She sampled the taste of fear on her tongue before swallowing it down. The word stop jumbled in her mouth in a disarray of letters, urging her to spit it out before it was too late. Before things somehow got too far.
However, the fear-wrapped exhilaration of the situation stalled her. Then Trevor placed his lips on hers.
