"I suppose now it's the time
That we imply body soul and mind
Do you mind
I'll just love it
If you will let me find myself in you
Let me introduce you to a seduction
That will guide you into another groove
I see future in you
I read pages of you
And never get tired
You get me higher
Lets float away to another space another place
I hope you'll retry what you've ever lost"

Floacist – "Let Me"

The softness of her lips slowed his heartbeat.

The first time she kissed him he felt the synapses in his brain fire up in strange new ways, but after time had passed, he thought it was just the excitement of kissing someone new.

That was a major untruth.

He knew it now.

Kissing Sugar snatched him up and held him in place. He felt everything at that moment.

The smell of the sea as the early evening wind blew the scent of sand, ocean water, and other odors that floated from way down the boardwalk from the amusement park. Warm air danced on his darkened skin and he could feel it most on the back of his neck where a light sheen of sweat rested.

He heard the breaking of the waves on the wet sand and the high-pitched screeches of seagulls and the muted voices of a few tourists and locals walking down the boardwalk. Sugar's tongue tasted sweet like the strawberries they had earlier mixed with the sweet and sour Margaritas they downed. The water he gave her moistened her lips and her kisses were wet and titillating. It made him greedy for more, and his own full lips devoured hers.

She worked her neck side to side like him trying to find all the ways to best join their mouths, but it didn't matter. The moment their lips fused together it was if they had become one being. He held the back of her neck with his hand to anchor her close. The lounge chair was big enough to fit two people and he found himself fighting the desire to push her down on it and climb on top of her. He wanted her to set the pace. Make all the boundaries.

The arousal between his legs was acute, and he felt his dick grow heavy in his light gray swim trunks. The pressure in his balls made him nervous. She had him riled up so fast. God forbid he should nut in his shorts within the next minute or so. Erik felt like he would.

Buttery lips so pliant, so greedy…this girl made him pull back from her. When he did, she grabbed his face with both hands and forced him back on her mouth. He smiled, his lips splitting wide as their teeth clicked against each other in her rush to stay attached to him.

Placing his right hand over her left one holding his face, he pulled it back and pushed her back.

"Slow down," he whispered.

Her eyes darted to his lips and she licked her own making him groan deep in his throat. Heavy lidded eyes greeted him and he heard soft wanton sighs fall from her. Leaning forward he kissed her cheek and the soft enticing skin on her clavicle.

"Killmonger…"

The sultriness of her voice made his balls jump.

Sugar's left hand lifted up his sleeveless t-shirt, he pulled it off to keep it from falling back over her fingers as she pinched and fondled his nipples. He watched her hand rub across the planes of his chest and he wondered what was going through her mind. Was she reliving the fantasy of him that she may have painted for so long? Was he anything like she imagined him to be? Those soft fingers made their way down to the hairs under his belly button that made a soft path down to his…

Her eyes took in the straining heavy print in his shorts. Rock hard and ready, his erection made her lips part and he could see the pink of her tongue tip moving inside her mouth. He traced his fingers along her neck, past her throat, and let it fall on her left breast. Her eyes followed those fingers as he traced it along her nipple, feeling a piercing there. He plucked at it and her eyes closed with pleasure. He did the same to the other nipple and the purring she was doing deep in her throat made his toes bunch up.

"Can I touch you?" he asked.

The rumble in his voice made her nod her head yes.

Reaching up he pulled loose the teal string bikini top revealing round plump breasts with upturned dark nipples decorated with small silver barbells. Her tits gave him more than a handful to hold and he squeezed to feel the weight of them with both hands.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Her eyes never left his. He fondled her chest for a long time, teasing the piercings with tugs and light swirls of his fingertips. The calloused parts of his fingers made her nipples even more sensitive to his touch. She groaned loud and long when he lowered his head and engulfed those nipples with his big lips. Her legs shook as he sucked on her, letting his tongue get used to the metallic taste of the piercings.

Raising up he stared down between her thighs and let his fingers drift there. The heat between her legs let him know she was ready for anything. He tugged on her swim shorts and she wiggled out of them willingly.

Fuck.

She had a plump brown mound to match those plump titties. Sugar was shaved real close down there, nearly clean-shaven. Her legs fell open and he could see a shiny barbell embedded vertically in her clitoral hood. The top part was a dark blue gemstone, and the bottom part was a silver ball much like the barbells in her nipples.

His dick throbbed.

He rubbed his thumb across the top of her clitoral hood to touch the gemstone and she hissed under her breath. Her thighs opened wider. Dragging his thumb down to the silver barbell he let it slip down to her inner labia. They were already sticky and he could see wet pink inside her pussy. He pinched her inner lips together and Sugar's lips quirked with pleasure. Seeing those plush lips of hers react to his fingers, he dragged his thumb back up to her clit and rubbed tight slow circles in a counterclockwise direction.

"Oooooohhh..."

Her right hand clutched at his arm. He played with her clit even slower drawing out intense groans from her mouth.

Erik watched her vulva grow fatter as her inner lips fell open on their own from the engorgement.

"Pretty pussy…" he groaned pushing his thumb harder against the gemstone.

He started tapping on it gently when he saw her opening glisten with her own natural lubricant spilling out in pearl-sized drops and sliding all over his fingers. The pressure of his dick pushing against his shorts neared an unbearable discomfort. He adjusted himself between his legs and her eyes seemed to grow wet staring at his hard bulge.

"You want to see my dick again?"

She nodded vigorously and it made him chuckle.

Glancing down at his shorts he saw a dark stain on top of the material. He touched it with his finger. His pre-cum had soaked through. He gathered up some of his own lubricant and played with it, showing her the mess he was making because of her.

"Got my dick ready, girl."

She leaned forward and licked his fingers clean with that hot pink tongue of hers and he stuffed his digits deeper in her mouth. The suction she was doing with her tongue and lips made his heavy dick jump.

"Fuck, girl. That how you suck dick?"

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and kissed her again, allowing his tongue to probe every corner. He bit her bottom lip lightly before smothering her entire mouth with his own. Releasing her, he played with her breasts again, cupping them with his warm hands and pushing them together so he could run his tongue back and forth over both nipples. Sugar's head fell back when he bit her tips gently letting the metal scrape against his teeth.

Erik slipped his thumbs in the band of his shorts and pull them down his hips and over his ready length. Her eyes widened and her tongue licked her lips watching him grip his thumb and index finger just under the fat wide head of his dick. More pre-cum spilled out and dripped onto his firm thigh. He stroked himself with a deliberate twisting of his fingers to squeeze more glistening fluid out for her to see.

"Play with your pussy for me," he demanded, leaning back a bit to give her room to open her legs wide.

Erik wanted to see how she manipulated her clit. He wanted to learn everything he could so he could master her body.

Lifting her knees up, Sugar slid the fingers of her right hand down to caress the hood of her clit. She wasn't shy about masturbating in front of him. Her eyes were glassy and her lips parted. The jeweled nipples on her breasts were pebbled dark pearls. With the solar lamps working on his balcony, he could admire the blessing being out in the sun earlier had done to her skin. Jesus, did this woman even know how fine she was? How decadent she was lying open like that for him? She almost made a nigga want to break down and cry for her beauty.

Those dark sultry eyes beckoned him to take her…

"Oh fuck…" he gasped.

His dick grew firmer in his hand if that were even possible since he felt like he could break stone with his wood seconds ago. The root of his dick throbbed every time he brought his fist down on his balls.

Her hand patted that fat kitty and he saw strands of her own juices stretch and shine in the light of his balcony lamps.

"Keep playing with that pussy…fuck…you nasty little…oh shit you making this dick hurt baby…"

He dropped his head down as he fisted himself. Erik was losing his grip on the situation by looking deep into her eyes. Everything he was feeling physically was heightened by the fact that he was in love with her, and shit was feeling hella different because of that.

She slipped two fingers inside of herself and the sounds from her wet pussy made his lips curl up tight. It sounded sloppy and so ready for a heavy thrusting. Sugar was a high-caliber athlete so he knew she had the stamina to last for the length of time he wanted to stay inside her walls.

Slow down…

Closing his eyes, Erik beat his meat listening to the gushy sounds her fingers were making. He had to take her in a little bit at a time now. He wasn't ready to cum, and he didn't want this to end soon.

They had both tossed professionalism out of the window for the moment.

"Killmonger…"

Her voice pleaded with him.

"I want you to cum, baby," he encouraged.

Another deluge of pre-cum fell from his tip and slicked up his dick from root to tip.

"Make that pussy cum."

The bass in his voice made her fingers flick that ripe clit fast and hard. Her folds were spread open so slick and so inviting. His dick felt hot and throbbed in his hand as he stroked himself. His fist pounded his balls now. He fought the urge to lift her up and drop her on his erection raw. What he wouldn't give to ejaculate inside of her and tell her that he loved her while he did it. She had him wound up and the need to release was building to a crescendo he wouldn't be able to control if he didn't get her off first.

Her eyes watched his hand work his dick.

"You like how I stroke my shit?"

"Yes."

Her pink opening winked open and closed at the sound of his voice. She wanted his dick bad.

He reached over with his left hand and played with her tits as she manipulated her clit and her folds.

"I like how that pussy is sounding. You think my dick would make it louder?"

Her mouth fell open and a desperate mewling erupted. Loud cries of pleasure rang out form her.

"Please!" she shouted.

"Cum for me, Sugar. Show me you want this big dick—"

"Shit!"

Those furious fingers worked that clit harder, slapping and pinching it at intervals, making the friction from her piercings heighten the sensations each time she touched them.

He was losing it himself watching her pleasure herself. Her pussy just spewed out natural lubricant and all he could think was that she didn't need any lubricated condoms if that was how juicy her pussy got on its own. Fuck.

"Tell me that's my pussy," he blurted out focusing his fingers under his tip.

Her body was covered in sweat and her fingers were losing traction from all the wetness she released.

"Tell me," he said moving closer to her.

"This is your pussy!"

Her words were a slur of rushing air.

"I wanna nut so bad in you, Sugar—"

Her hips bucked and he watched her juicy pink opening contract over and over as she wailed out his name. That fat pussy was just throbbing at the thought of him putting all his semen deep inside.

"…such a good girl. Look at your pussy…."

It was still throbbing and he couldn't take it anymore.

Shoving her fingers aside, he dropped down and placed his entire mouth over her vulva and drank up everything. That hot throbbing pussy was a heartbeat in his mouth and he vibrated his wide tongue against her jeweled bud. He had to press on her stomach to keep her down on the lounger as her hands clutched at his scalp. Keeping his eyes on her face he watched tears squeeze out of her eyes as another orgasm rolled out from her making his mouth more wet and slippery.

When the tremors in her body finally subsided, he eased his tongue up from her folds, but not his mouth. He rested it on that vulva helping it to calm down. When soft pants fell from her lips, he began to lick her folds and kiss them into submission. Pushing her legs up in the air, he got real comfortable as he ate her out again.

Soft flicks to her clit, gentle nibbling to her inner labia, Erik took care of that pussy letting Sugar know he wasn't one to play with when it came to pleasing his women. His facial hair added extra ticklish friction and when he rubbed his entire face in her stuff she gripped his head again and shouted his name to the ceiling. He felt comfortable enough with her to dip his tongue in and out of her. He spelled almost every letter of the alphabet inside that woman and when he got to the letter 'L", her back arched up from the lounger. She came in his mouth again, her release rippling all across her body. He caressed her breasts as her body spasmed, playing with her nipple piercings as the tension in her limbs relaxed.

"Nigga!" she shouted throwing her hand over her face as she collapsed into herself.

Erik rubbed her legs and thighs until she rolled back over staring at his face. Her eyes dropped to his turgid dick.

"Can I take care of you?"

She didn't have to ask him twice.

Jumping up to his feet he stood in front of her, his erection pointed straight at her face.

Those damn eyes of hers.

Sugar stared up at him and held his length at the base.

"I can't believe I get to do this. For real," she said.

He grinned but that shit disappeared the moment she wrapped those lips around him. Her tongue rested under the head putting pressure there. Licking all around the head she gave his dick soft kisses, sliding her wet tongue up and down and around the sides of his length. He was accustomed to women gobbling his shit and deep throating from jump, but Sugar took her time, her eyes staying on his as she gave him sensual corrective dick sucking.

He placed both of his hands on top of his head and thrust forward a little. She pushed back on his stomach controlling the depth, those brown eyes still on his face. When her tongue went under his dick and started licking and sucking his balls, his left hand grabbed her hair. She lifted up his dick to get to the back of his balls and when she started kissing the space between his nutsack and his anus, his legs shook and he groaned her name.

"Damn, Sugar!"

Her short fingernails caressed his balls as her mouth returned to his dick. She took her time and soon she was working her neck and throating his length deeper. Sugar had tongue tricks that rivaled his own. His balls grew tight then. Her hands still fondled his sack giving it gentle scratches with her nails. She also knew where to press into the back of his sack up into that nether space to massage his prostate. The girl had skills. He rocked back on his heels when he felt that orgasmic build-up rise.

Sugar peeled her lips back from his dick. His pants had increased but the respite she gave him at that moment let him catch his breath.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah, keep going, baby."

She toyed with his dick, giving small licks and flicks to his slit.

"Do I suck your dick better than that woman in New York?"

His face scrunched up trying to figure out who she was talking about.

"What about the one you were kissing?"

Her tongue dragged so slowly going up the side of his dick. She kissed the head before swirling her tongue around making it wet and sloppy. Her saliva had his length shining and some of it fell on her chest with those perky nipples saluting him.

"Or that other one who was grinding on this big dick…?"

Shit, this girl liked to play dirty.

"What about Dana?"

He grabbed his dick and stroked it.

"You suck my shit real good—"

"Not good, better," she corrected.

She played with her nipples as she spoke to him.

"You like it when I cum in your mouth, huh?" she crooned.

He felt the hairs on his neck rise again. He fisted himself a little harder and a little faster.

"I love it when you cum in my mouth."

"I can tell," she said.

Her full lips kissed his tip and rested there.

"Your dick is so hard…"

Goddamn her voice was turning him on so much. His arousal was peaking.

"Can you cum on my face while I play with my pussy, Killmonger?"

She widened her legs and her fingers toyed with her clit. That jeweled fat bud made him drop his head forward.

"Cum all over my face—"

"Fuck…Sugar…I'm 'bout to bust this fat load—"

"Please…"

Those full lips of hers pressed into his balls and he sprung up onto his toes. Sugar's face tilted back and she opened that lush mouth and stuck out her tongue

"Oh my fucking, God! Sugar…Sugar!"

"…all over my face…."

"I'm nuttin'! Oh, you nasty little bitch!"

The spurts came hard and fast. Sugar tilted her face back at a perfect angle and he shot a thick white hot load all over her tongue and cheeks.

"Goddamit…goddamit—!"

His sack throbbed squeezing out more cum, and he was shocked to see more of his semen spill out onto her breasts. He lost his balance for a second and grabbed for her shoulders when she wrapped her lips back around his dick and sucked out whatever else he had to give.

Sugar moved aside and let him flop down onto the lounger gasping for air.

"Fucking trying to kill me, girl! The fuck?"

He lifted up onto his right elbow to look at her.

His semen glowed a silvery-white on her skin like some illicit renaissance painting. He couldn't stop staring at her. The knots in her hair made her look like a Queen upon a throne. One who was ready for more.

Erik stood then and lifted her up in his arms. He carried her inside to his bedroom. A look of nervous worry crossed her face.

"It's okay. I just want to eat your pussy some more."

"Let me wipe my face off—"

"Nah. I want to see you covered like that."

He kissed her lips before he placed her on her hands and knees on his king-sized bed.

Erik ate her pussy from the back, spanking her ass when she tried running from his tongue, and when she was ready for more, he had her sit on his face and grind while he jerked off. He spent the night kissing and licking and biting her body all over before he allowed her to shower and clean herself. He left her sated on his bed while he cleaned himself after her.

There was no intercourse between them. The only penetration was his tongue and his fingers in her pussy and in her ass, and he made sure to get permission to do it each time. He followed her lead and when she couldn't take anymore they stopped.

He held her in his arms, her body on top of his, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

"Stay the night. I just want to hold you."

"Okay," she whispered.

They stay cuddled and listened to the surf breaking.

The house phone rang on the second floor. He glanced over at his digital clock on the nightstand. It was only nine. The answering machine picked up.

"Dad? It's me again. Mom wants to know what time she should drop me off…stop grabbing for the phone…I'm talking to the answering machine."

Deuce sounded annoyed.

"Daddy, I want to come over too!" Marina shouted in the background.

Erik moved Sugar to the side and he climbed out of his bed nude and padded down the stairs to the second floor.

"Hey, Deuce, I'm here. You two can come over whenever. I'm not training tomorrow."

"I kinda just wanted us to be together, alone."

"Put Marina on the phone."

"Hi, Daddy! Can I come over too?"

Erik heard movement from upstairs. Moments later he saw Sugar heading past his office. He tried to get her attention but she kept walking. The door alarm went off downstairs letting him know she had left the premises.

"Daddy, you still there?" Marina asked.

"Yeah, baby girl. I'm still here."

Rubbing his forehead, Erik wondered what Sugar was thinking. About him. About everything. But at that moment, he focused on his children. Especially Deuce.