Page 89 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

“Kofi?”

“Yes, Suchi.”

“Do you want to take me home and make me feel beautiful and cherished?”

Kofi stands and offers her his hand. “It would be my pleasure.”

They go straightto Suchi’s bedroom. The décor of her apartment is Mediterranean. She likes the combo of terracotta, white and deep red for her walls, with similarly colored mosaictiled floors. She decided that, while the rest of her home would look like an adult’s, her bedroom would be her sanctuary. It’s decorated in light purple shades, light blue and light pink. From the walls to the bedding, everything about her room screams cute and plushy. A long time ago, Suchi chose to make the place she lays her head as soft as possible. Treating kids who were dealing with lots of trauma made her want a soft place to land when she came home.

Kofi looks around her room. “This is very you.”

“How so?”

“It’s soft and comfortable. That’s you, Suchi. I feel like I can tell you anything. We can talk for hours, or we can just lay down and be silent. It wouldn’t matter. Softness surrounds you. That’s how I felt when we first met. While I was nervous to tell you about my past, I also wanted to tell you. I’ve never wanted to share something so personal, so quickly with a woman before.”

Suchi’s eyes water.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you cry again.”

“It’s fine,” Suchi whimpers. “Can we please have sex now?”

“Have a seat,” he orders.

Suchi sits on her bed as Kofi removes one piece of clothing after another. First, his shirt, then pants, followed by socks then boxers.

His dick is …Wow! Suchi stares at it like it belongs in a museum.

He makes it jump, getting her out of her daze and making her chuckle.

She stands up and takes off her fitted sweater, then her skirt, followed by her panties and bra.

Kofi’s dick jumps again as he stares at her.

“Stop making it do that, Kofi.” Suchi covers her mouth and laughs.

“I’m not making it do that, Suchi. That was involuntary. Your titties and pussy made it do that. Now lay down and open your legs.”

Suchi does as she’s told.

Kofi kneels in front of her and teases her clit with his tongue. She squirms and giggles, making Kofi grin. He crawls on top of her and takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it.

“Mmmm,” Suchi moans as she clings to the sheets.

As much as she’s enjoying herself, a thought occurs to her. “Kofi, I’m assuming you’re an expert by now at giving a woman pleasure. Am I right?”

“I don’t want to blow my own horn, buttoot-toot.” They share a laugh. “Seriously, though, I could teach a class if I wanted.”

Suchi giggles. “In that case, how about you lie down, and I give you some pleasure?”

Kofi eyes light up. “That works.”

They reposition themselves so that he is at the head of the bed, on all fours, and Suchi is behind him. She sucks his dick from behind before dragging her tongue along each of his ass cheeks. She palms his dick and jerks it as her tongue moves on to his balls.

Suchi has always enjoyed performing oral on men. They always seem shocked whenever she goes to their ass or balls. But not Kofi, he’s just rocking with it. He’s probably had clients put their tongues everywhere. Suchi’s always been a bit competitive—it comes with being a prodigy. She wants Kofi to have noodle legs when she’s done.

Suchi sucks on Kofi’s balls.

“Oh, fuck. Suchi, shit. Your tongue.”