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Your love is all I need to proceed.

What’s happening is so real in me…

America

Omar had me spent, as I lay nestled against my man with our bodies naked and sweaty against green satin sheets. After four years of being apart, we didn’t miss a beat. When I felt his big dick open me up again, I started to cry. It was worth the wait. I knew he tried to be gentle with me, but I wanted him to be rough, and take my pussy like he was trying to win a fuckin’ war. And he did, leaving no prisoners behind.

God knows I needed that. When I came, it felt so good, like a breath of fresh air and having the sunbeam in your face after being locked underground for a decade. I loved and treasured every minute of my orgasms.

I looked at the time and the red numbers on my nightstand. It was 11:50 pm. Omar was asleep and looked peaceful and handsome. I couldn’t resist myself; I moved in closer to him and gently pressed my lips against his. I began kissing him lovingly. His lips were so full and soft. My fingers began dancing across his exposed muscular chest. I gently began disturbing him from his peaceful sleep.

I continued kissing him, moving my hand down his chest, under the sheets and began fondling his flaccid penis. I heard him moan as I smoothly began stroking up an erection again. I kissed on him again and teased his balls with my fingertips. He moaned, and squirmed a little, but his eyes still remained closed. While I caressed him below, I felt between my thighs tingling again and my pussy moist and ready.

Pressing my lips against his chest, I continued stroking him gracefully while working my tongue down his abs. I positioned myself under the sheets ready to give him a blowjob. His dick was hard in my grip and I wrapped my cherry flavored lips around the top of his dick. I coiled my tongue around the head.

I heard my man moan, as I started out sucking him off gently. I gave him a little lick there, a little kiss there, and a little suck underneath his nuts. Omar generously spread his muscular thighs nice and wide professing this dick is all yours.

Increasing my sucking gently, licking became longer I went from the tip to the base. I was in control of the dick. I sucked on it and stroked it simultaneously, spitting on his dick. I had half his dick in my mouth, with my tongue twisting around it and then I locked my arms around his waist and locked my lips making sure my man couldn’t move.

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, squirming in my grip. “Baby, you gonna make me cum like that.”

My actions were rapid, as I slid my lips up and down his shaft, while I fondled his balls. He cried out, clutching the sheets. I swallowed him bit by bit and when I knew he was about to shoot, I went straight for his nuts; I put my mouth around his balls and started humming. Omar went crazy; his fingers ran through my hair. He went bananas and his legs quiver. I jerked him off as I chewed on his nuts.

“Oh shit!”

He raised his pelvis off the bed. Omar couldn’t keep still. I wrapped my lips around the dick again, and deep throated him down to the base. I came back up and went down on him again, coiling my tongue around it. I quickly bobbed my head up and down, sucking his dick better than Super head.

“I’m ah… Ah! Ugh!” He roared.

He had a grip around my hair and clutched the bed sheets. I didn’t stop sucking his dick until he exploded into my mouth and I happily swallowed. Coming up from under the cover, I wiped what was left of him from my mouth.

“You good, baby?” I asked with a content smile on my face.

“Hells yeah.” He panted. “Damn, I love you.”

I smiled and kissed him on his lips. “You hungry?”

He nodded.

After that episode, I was ready to cook my man a meal. I got out of bed and donned my navy blue hooded Velour robe with matching slippers. I went into the kitchen and began whipping together his favorite snack, a tuna fish sandwich, some eggs, and a glass of red Kool-Aid.

I served it to him in bed and he was like a big kid, devouring his food. I cuddled next to him, and let him eat while massaging his shoulders. I wrapped my arms around him.

“I love you so much, Omar.”

“I love you too, baby. You the best,” he replied, with a mouth full of food.

I chuckled and smiled. He was cute. It was hard to believe that the man I was holding in my arms was the same man who was charged with two counts of criminal possession in the second degree, and assault. My baby may have been a thug, but with me, he was the sweetest thing.

I know he did wrong in his past, tonight I pray to God that the man I was holding in my arms was a changed man. I wanted better for us. I believed that he was rehabilitated. I love him, and don’t want my heart to be broken either by his thuggish ways or infidelity. I was well aware of back in the day. Love is a funny thing, you dance like nobody’s watching, and love someone like you’ve never been hurt before. Well I plan to love my man that way, like it will never hurt me.