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On your knees." I say and she holds my gaze while she obeys me. I'm facing her on my own knees, and she starts trailing kisses down my abs to the waistband of my pants. I feel her fingers hook into it, and pull my pants down. I make quick work of removing them entirely. Not breaking eye contact, she grabs my dick with her tiny hand and runs her tongue up my shaft. I break eye contact and throw my head back when she licks the precum off my tip. I pull her hair back and twist it into my fist as she takes more of me in. Fuck her mouth feels good, I have to hold myself back from grabbing both sides of her head and fucking her mouth the way I want to.

She starts bobbing her head up and down my shaft while her hand follows, sucking my dick like a fucking pro. It doesn't take long before I lose control and my hips buck, making her choke on my dick while it hits the back of her throat.

"Touch yourself while you suck my cock, baby" I tell her and I watch her hand go to her pussy. She starts moaning, only adding to the pleasure she's giving me. I grab her head to hold it in place and start thrusting into her mouth, deeper and harder. It doesn't take much until I feel my balls tightening and know it'll only be a few more strokes until I bust.

"Fuck, Amara. I'm coming" I groan as I shoot my load right down her throat, while she moans wildly on my dick having found her own release. I swear I see stars as strings of cum shoot into her mouth. I'm breathing heavily as I look down at her. She's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen, her swollen lips are pouted, her cheeks red and her black hair is all over the place. I can see her eyelids fluttering, and know she's tired. I bring her up to me and kiss her roughly, running my hands all over her body. I pull away and stand up, trying to pull the covers down. She realizes what I'm doing and moves out of the way. I slide into the bed, and pull her into my arms. She rests her head on my chest and I kiss her forehead.

It's not long before I hear her heartbeat and breathing even out. I could get up and go back to my room, but I'm completely content with her in my arms. I stay awake, thinking about our conversation from earlier. She's a lot sadder than she lets the world see, I hung onto every word she had to say. I wanted to know everything about her, but it didn't escape me that I talked about my mom to her. I've only opened up to a few people about her death and I felt completely comfortable talking to her. I definitely want to keep talking to her. I'm so lost in my thoughts, I don't even notice when sleep overtakes me.