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I massaged her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples, and started kissing and licking her neck, sucking and gently biting at her earlobes. When my index finger found her clit, Qianna’s eyes and mouth both opened wide. "About fuckin’ time."
She laid spread eagle across the bed, and I crawled across the bed to her. Qianna didn’t move at first, she seemed very content watching me finger her, and sucking her clit. My pace was slow and steady, it was almost musical.
"Bring that wet pussy here. Let a bitch suck it," Qianna demanded.
I maneuvered around as quickly as I could, and lowered myself to her waiting tongue. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her fingers inside me, and the pleasure we were giving each other. The feeling of her two fingers excited me. My hips shook, and I began to quiver from the inside. I stopped moving to try and keep from coming again, but I couldn’t.
My entire body was quivering uncontrollably. I got off of her, but Qianna grabbed my head, pushed it between her legs, and held it tight. I fingered myself furiously, and my excitement only proved to intensify the motion of my tongue against her clit. She began to move with me. When I felt her clit throb, I knew she was no longer able to control herself.
"Yes, shit yes!" she screamed. Her face twisted and contoured. Her body became ridged. I sucked her clit and pumped my fingers harder. Qianna’s mouth was open; her eyes were locked in mine now. I knew I had Qianna just like she had me.
I rolled away from Qianna and rolled into the fetal position at the bottom bed. I lay there with my eyes closed tight, holding myself. I opened my eyes when I felt the bed move. Qianna got up and began picking up her clothes, and I prayed she wasn’t leaving.
"You mind if I smoke?" she asked, and held up a pack of cigarettes.
"I’d rather you didn’t, but go ahead," I said, feeling too good to be worried about anything so trivial.
"This a nice place," Qianna said, and sat down on the bed near me. "This you?"
I nodded my head. "Yes." It was all I could manage after the way she’d drained me.
"So whose place was we at last night?"
"That’s Devin’s little a hideaway."
"We shoulda c
ame here." Qianna spread out across the bed and took a drag of her cigarette. "Bigger bed."
"Devin doesn’t know about this place."
"He doesn’t? Now I’m confused."
"Devin doesn’t know about this place because he thinks I’m still living with my husband."
"I thought y’all was married."
"No. At least not to each other."
"That’s why he rolled out of there so quick last night; had to get home to his wife." Qianna took my hand. "That why you ain’t wearin’ that rock you had on last night?"
"Yes," I said quietly, and gently pulled my hand back. "The only time I wear it is when I’m with him. I take it off as soon as I get here."
"What’s up with that?"
"I came home one day and found my husband with another woman, so I left him."
"What that got to do wit’ you not tellin’ Devin?"
"When I met him I wasn’t feeling too good about myself. Like I said, I had just caught my husband with a younger woman, and I was feeling old and unattractive," I admitted to her, and wondered why I was being so honest with a woman I had just met the night before. "Tyrone, that’s my husband, he had me thinking that all I ever had going for me was his money."
"Oooh, so, y’all rich, huh?"
"Not rich, but we were all right."
"Your bitch-ass is rich," Qianna said, and pushed my legs open. "I can tell by the way you carry it."
"Anyway, when I met Devin, and he wanted me for me, just me, I didn’t want it to change because of money," I explained while she fingered my clit. "I thought about telling him, but every time I think of it, it never seems like the right time to say, ‘Hey, I been lying to you all these months’."