Page 36 of Quiet as Kept

“Just replace him. I love the idea of an instructor coming here so I don’t have to pack up the girls and drive to a pool and stuff. Let’s just get somebody less creep-like.” She snuggled closer to me if that was possible.

I laughed. “What are you doing, girl?” I asked while pulling her even closer, because I loved the feel of her warm skin on mine.

“Thank you for noticing the ogling thing and for caring about how I feel.”

She didn’t have to add the part that people didn’t usually do that for her. I already knew. The people in her life had been negligent as hell.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll keep it up.”

“I’ll let you.” She rolled over on her side so we were facing one another.

I unthreaded our fingers, picked up her leg, and draped it over mine. Then I scooted closer still. I kissed her lips.

“When I see you in that bikini, my dick bricks up. When I see the way you are with my girls, my dick bricks up. You walk around my house just being you, and my dick bricks up.”

“Kept . . .” She pushed her lips against mine.

My tongue went into her mouth while one hand reached for the back of her head and the other went for her ass, kneading and palming it. It didn’t take much for me to roll us. Soon, she was on her back, and I was settled between her legs. She raised her hips and ground her pussy against me.

I broke the kiss. “What are you doing, baby? You tryna get fucked outside on the front porch?”

“Maybe.” She panted, trying to catch her breath. “There’s more people in your house than it is out here.”

She had a point. My house was filled to capacity. While I was busy considering it, Xarielle’s tank top, shorts, and panties landed next to me on the swing.

Okay. We were doing this. I pulled off my own T-shirt, shorts, and drawers before settling between her legs. I didn’t waste any time, showing her titties love.

“You have the prettiest titties.”

I scooped them into my hands, marveling at the perfect roundness and the weightiness of them. Her dark-brown areolas and pebbled nipples beckoned me to taste them. I covered the left nipple with my mouth, sucking and pulling easily.

Her hand found the top of my head and rested there, holding me at her breast. My right hand held her left breast steady, right where I wanted it. My left hand dropped between us and traveled down to the apex of her legs, finding her clit and massaging it. I switched sides and showed her right breast some love and affection. After a few minutes of acquainting myself, I moved up her body and captured her mouth in mine, sliding my tongue between her lips and kissing her deeply. She moaned in my mouth.

It was up. I eased forward, sliding into the slick wetness of her opening.

“Ooh.” She stared up into my eyes, using them as a window into my soul.

I pulled myself back and then plunged into her again and again.

“Damn, you have good pussy,” I murmured, my lips resting upon hers.

We kissed and kissed while I deep stroked her, and the bed swing rocked back and forth to the rhythm of my thrusts.I gathered her legs, pushing them up until her knees met her shoulders, punishing her shit from a different angle.

Xarielle hissed her pleasure, throwing the pussy back to me before chanting, “Yes. Yes, this dick.”

Through gritted teeth, I replied, “This pussy.”

Her wetness and warmth had me wanting to cry out like a bitch. It practically strangled me while simultaneously lulling me into ecstasy. I battled every hypnotic sensation so that I could keep pounding into her. The thrill of the friction between us caused both of us to moan and whimper.

Soon, her face morphed into the picture of total concentration. I figured she was close. I captured her lips again and pumped in and out of her while kissing her deeply and tugging her hair.

Her body tensed slightly as she softly panted my name, and her body became limp in my arms. Not long after that, I felt the familiar stirrings of an impending orgasm building up in me. I pummeled her over and over again. At the very last second, I pulled out of her, depositing my load onto the mattress of the bed swing.

We lay there, holding each other in silence for a little while. Then the drop of the night temperature became very obvious against my naked skin.

“Let’s go in the house, mamas. It’s getting cold.”

“We should clean up the mattress first. You don’t want it to stain.”