Page 23 of Half Sight Whole Heart

ERISS JACKSON

“Fuck, Zyro,” I whimpered as I arched my back, pressing myself against his mouth.

He peered up at me, never stopping the flick of his tongue, his eyes dark with desire. My hips bucked voluntarily as we held a stare as he continued to flick, suck, lick, and kiss. Pleasure coursed through my body.

I loved how Zyro took his time pleasuring me. He wasn’t just all about pleasing himself. He took his time, exploring every inch of me with slow, deliberate licks and sucks, building my arousal to a fever timbre.

“Zyroooooo!” I cried, my hands gripping the back of his head. “That feels so good.”

Mahlia had come over, eaten, and since she was off tomorrow, she took Ermias to her house to take him shopping tomorrow, or so that was what she said. She was taking him shopping for sure, but her real motive was to give me and Zyro some time to ourselves.

“Shit, I love the way you taste, baby. So sweet and addictive,” he growled out. “This my shit. I want my shit to give me what I want.”

I could feel the pressure building inside of me from his words and tongue. My body coiled tight as Zyro’s skilled tongue and fingers worked inside of me. He slipped two fingers inside, curling them to hit the perfect spot, while his mouth continued to devour me.

“I’m close, Zyro!” I yelled.

“Come for me, love. Come all over my face.”

A final cry came out as I shattered. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over me, and Zyro continued eating my pussy, riding out my orgasm.

Like he wanted, my came so hard, it hit him all over his face.

I honestly didn’t think I could do that until the first time Zyro and I had sex. I’ve never come so hard until him.

He stood, covered in my juices. “Gimme a sec, then I’m finna beat that pussy sore.”

He took off toward my bathroom and disappeared behind the door. I heard the water running as I tried catching my breath.

Zyro emerged a moment later, his face clean, but those dark eyes burned into me. He stood before me, between my legs, his chiseled body hovering over mine as he leaned forward. I could feel the hardness of his dick against my thigh.

He grinned, showing those perfect white teeth and dimples. This man is so handsome, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve him. Reaching down, I gripped him in one hand, using my thumb to circle the head.

“Shit,” he growled out. “What you gon do wit’ it?”

Letting go, I told him to back up. He did. I stood out of bed and dropped to my knees before him. Grabbing him in my fist, I flicked my tongue out, teasing the sensitive tip. Zyro groaned, hands fisting my hair, guiding me as I took him into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around his head, savoring the salty, musky taste of him.

My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked him in deeper, creating a tight, wet pressure that had Zyro bucking his hips.

His black socked toes curled into my carpet.

I bobbed my head, both hands working in tandem with my mouth, stroking and sucking in a rhythm that had him cursing and groaning.

“Fuck, Eriss. Shit. Shit. Shit,” Zyro panted, voice strained.

I hummed around his dick, the vibrations as I continued to suck the skin off his dick, sent shivers through his body.

The grip on my hair grew tighter. It wasn’t painful.

It turned me on and made me wetter. Zyro grew harder in my mouth, his shit pulsing.

My hand and mouth worked faster because I was determined to bring him near the edge.

Zyro tried pulling away, but I squeezed a little tighter. His head fell back, and the most beautiful contorted expression was on his face. One fist flew to his mouth to keep him from screaming out.

“I’m to come down your damn throat, Eriss. Fuck, what are you doing to me?” he growled out.

I looked up at him, never breaking my suction. Spit dripped from the sides of my mouth. With a final deep thrust, Zyro spilled down my throat, and I swallowed every drop, milking him dry.

I licked my lips as I pulled back. He helped me up and put me on my back. Zyro strolled over to the nightstand, dick swinging, to grab a condom.

“We’re going through this whole box ‘fore Ermias comes home,” he stated, causing me to giggle.

Zyro ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the rubbed on. I crawled to the top of the bed, and he climbed in behind me, hovering over me. I spread my legs, inviting him in, my body already aching for him.

Zyro ran the head down my slit, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ma fuck you so good.”

He pushed inside of me, filling me up completely. Zyro grabbed my hands and held them above my head at the wrists. He began to move his hips, and the only sounds in the room were him stirring my pussy, the slapping of our skins, and our heavy breathing.

I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to go deeper.

“You want me to fuck you harder?” he asked, he quizzed in my ear. I shivered.

“Yes,” I answered.

Zyro’s thrusts became more powerful…more desperate. The headboard knocked so hard against the wall; I was sure it would dent.

“Put her knees to your chest, Eriss.” Scared as fuck, I did as he asked. “Keep ‘em there.”

One hand flew to my breast, and he began to roll his finger over my nipple as he circled his hips and then dipped deep inside, causing my mouth to open.

Nothing escaped. Zyro hit the bottom of my pussy.

The pleasure was intense, bordering on pain.

I could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, as he moved in and out with a ferocity that left me breathless. I was losing it.

As much as I didn’t want to fall for another guy so fast…

I was falling hard for Zyro. It was hard believing that he wouldn’t hurt me…

hurt Ermias…not physically, but mentally if he ever left.

I knew relationships didn’t last sometimes, but I couldn’t lie and say I would hate it if Zyro decided he didn’t want me anymore.

“Give it here,” he coaxed, and as soon as the words left his mouth, my body gave out. “Come all over my shit, love.”

I did, almost pushing his dick out. Zyro fucked me through my orgasm so he could get his. Once he emptied the clip and pulled out, I was rolling over and sucking on my thumb.

The next afternoon

As soon as I walked into Mahlia’s house, she began to twerk with one of her legs up.

“I see that walk, girl. Hips already spreading too!” she laughed.

I looked down, frowning. “Stop lying, Mahlia.”

“Shit, made you look. They’ll be spreading soon, though. Stomach might be growing soon, too.”

“We use protection. I don’t want another kid anytime soon,” I told her, dropping my purse on the sofa and then my body. “Where is Ermias?”

“In the backyard, playing with the new toys I bought him,” she answered with a smile.

“He is so spoiled.” I ran a hand through my natural hair.

Zyro had taken the weave out for me; he even washed it, but I’d blow-dried and hot combed it.

I still had the money he told me to use partially on a new hairstyle, so I was thinking about getting braids.

The only thing is, I didn’t want to sit long for them.

Mahlia, in her lounge wear, sat down beside me with her legs underneath her.

“So, are you in love yet?” she questioned, causing me to loudly laugh.

“Mahlia! What? No!” I squealed out. “You are crazy. Why’d you ask that? Did Zyro say anything?”

Mahlia grinned, wiggling her freshly threaded brows. “Nah, girl. Zyro doesn’t talk his bedroom business with me, and I wouldn’t even want to know. I can just tell by that crooked walk my boy is handling his business.”

I stuck my middle finger up at her, then quickly put it back down when Ermias came running in with toy wrestlers in each hand.

“Mama! Look what Auntie Mahlia bought me!’ He threw himself in my lap. I started to kiss his face, and then stopped when I realized where my mouth was last night. Instead, I kissed the top of his head and hugged him tightly.

“I love them,” I told my son. “You have so many toys, Ermias. What are you goin’ to do with them all? Donate them, maybe?”

“Maybe the baaaby toys,” he said, letting out a dramatic sigh as if I had just ruined his life by suggesting such a thing.

He took off back outside, and I kicked my shoes off, getting comfortable over at Mahlia’s. She ended up making us all nachos, and I didn’t even know I had drifted off to sleep until I heard a familiar voice.

Stretching, I yawned and sat up. My left eye throbbed just a little, but I still dug in my purse to pull out my drops.

“Your eye hurting?”

I turned my head to see my man in a graphic shirt and ball shorts. A plate of nachos was in his hand. Mahlia came out of the kitchen behind him, looking concerned, too.

“A little. It’s normal, so don’t go worrying about me,” I told him. I dropped my head back and let two drops drip into my eye. “How was work?” I changed the subject from me to him.

“Busy like always. I missed yo’ beautiful ass all day,” he responded.

“Awwwww.” Mahlia melted.

I sniggered. “I missed you, too.”

Mahlia began to fan herself. “I love Black love. If I didn’t have to work tomorrow, I’d keep nephew again so y’all can knock those boots again.”

I groaned while Zyro guffawed at his cousin. Mahlia just didn’t give a damn what came out of her mouth. She and Zyleek were just alike sometimes, but I wouldn’t tell her that.

We left an hour ago, and since I was off for the next two days, we were going to spend those days in Love Grove. Ermias was stoked.

Zyro drove behind me to my house, so I could grab my and Ermias’ things. Nearing my house, I noticed a grey SUV in my yard. The same SUV that Delion drove to my house a few times.

Parking, I pressed the button to kill the engine, unbuckled myself, and stepped out. The driver's side opened, and Delion’s pregnant girlfriend climbed out. I could tell she was angry from the way her face balled up at the sight of me.

“Where is he?” she barked.

My head reared back as I helped Ermias out of the car.