His Emancipator🖤 [His Duet #1]

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

Darelle’s slow and thorough perusal snakes lustrously down my body. Even as he sheds his clothes, his gaze is blatantly locked on me. When Kira forced me to get this lingerie set, I didn’t know it’d elicit such a reaction from Darelle.

The set is embellished with sheer lace cups with strappy details, satin bow accents, adjustable spaghetti straps, a hook back closure and a matching high waisted garter belt with adjustable garter straps. It wasn’t my first choice but Kira’s and she shoved it into my things at the cash register.

Darelle now stands tall, his cock growing in his briefs. Well damn. He hovers over me, his scent drawing me in. His lips sink on mine in an erotic kiss. His tongue circles mine with an intense promise to it. The hair on my nape stand when he feathers kisses all over my face.

He tugs my garter belt. “I’d like to fuck you in this but not today” Slowly, he slides down the straps of the lingerie, his mouth leaving kisses around my neck. I angle my head to make room for him. When the lace cups fall from my breasts, he cups my breasts in his hands. “So firm” he says, rubbing his cheek on them. “So beautiful” he closes his mouth around my left breast while his hand gently kneads the right one.

My nipples harden under his touch and tongue swirl, causing a small sound to reverberate from my throat. I melt into Darelle, pulling his taut muscles closer to me. My pulse is in a frenzy and I can’t bring myself to calm it down.

When he is satisfied with his ministrations to my breasts, he moves lower. The light touches incorporate perfectly with his lavish kisses. He runs his hands down my body, feeling my hips, stomach and thighs. When he gets to my pussy, he breathes in deeply. I’m pretty sure he can see my wetness coating the panties.

Darelle fully undresses me, leaving me bare to the slight cold of the night. Using his knees, he draws my legs apart and takes his place between my legs. My pussy throbs harder when his mouth lunges on me. “Warm indeed” he whispers, referring to my kitchen remark.

His tongue slips into my wet folds, planting a long lick. A moan draws out of him in the process. Darelle’s tongue glides my clitoral shaft and up the clitoral hood.

My breathing grows fast and erratic, when he thrusts a finger into me. And like he knows my body, he finds my g-spot immediately. I thrust my hips to meet his strokes, craving my release. My hands fist the sheets. His tongue adds more pressure to my clit, leisurely sucking, lapping.

He adds another finger and I moan loudly. “You like that?” he asks; his head hangs in the air whilst his fingers continue their stroking.

“Yes! More please” I beg.

He doesn’t think twice before sinking back on me. With one light nibble of his teeth on me and two strokes of his finger, tension tightens in my core. My eyelids flutter and waves of pleasure race through me. I scream out my release, shaking reverently.