RIPPED & READY (PART 29)

RIPPED & READY (PART XXIX)

"Yea, that's what it is, nigga?" he said, with his right hand sticking half way into the elastic band of his black boxers -- the boxers with the noticeably growing thickness protruding from them.

He had this devilish grin on his face, as he moved over to the bed, and climbed onto it.  He was lying on his side, with his head propped up by his right arm. Waves of excitement filled my body, and my sequoia jumped into immediate stiffness.  With his index finger, he called me over to him, patting on the bed in the area right beside his shirtless body.

I obeyed. 

We were so close to each other, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face.  He took me by the back of my head with his left hand, and pulled me inches away from his lips, while staring into my eyes, and wrapping his left leg around me.  I felt his erect personality touching mine, as he gripped my assets, pulling me closer into his body. 

"I haven't hooked up with a dude in a long time, Marco, but that night in Santa Cruz when we were alone together in the big old bed, I knew I wanted to do this again," he whispered, running his lips lightly, all over my face, while still gripping the right side of my red velvet cake. 

"What about tomorrow, baby, how are going to feel about what we've done in the morning," I asked, in a shaky voice.  I was so aroused I was trembling all over my body.

"Marco, that was always your problem," he said, stopping to kiss me on my nose, then, my top lip, then my bottom lip, "you always worried too much about the after when you need to keep your mind on right now, and right now, I want you..." he said, using two fingers to rub me up and down my spine. 

When I tried pushing away, he locked his legs around me, and said, "uh, uh, you aint' going nowhere this time.  I'm getting some of your thickness tonight, nigga," he said, using the tip of his tongue to lick the outline of my lips.

Collin had the skills of a sincere lover. I could tell just by the way he was taking his time to explore every inch of skin on my body, like he needed it to be this way, like he enjoyed the art of making love, and had to savor all seconds of the intmacy.  

"MMM, Marco...” he moaned, licking the tips of my ears, and then gently biting on my neck.

When I reached down and tried to feel on his pine, he grabbed me by the wrist, and said "No, baby, not yet, we got plenty of time for that, I want you to enjoy this erotic foreplay session right now," he cooed, nudging me on the side of my face, with the top of his head. 

He was driving me out of my mind.  I wanted to get to the rough stuff, but he wanted to stretch out the before and it had my heart rate elevated, and every inch of me tingled from the from the top of my head, to the tips of my toes.

"Collin..." I called out, barely able to speak. 

"Yea, nigga, what you want from Collin, huh, tell him?" he asked, panting heavily. 

His fingertips were all over me, every spot, he hit with seductive precision and on point timing.  All I could do was try to match him, and I wanted to scratch the skin off of his muscular back.

It felt like I was going to lose consciousness, and that's when he stuck his tongue into me mouth.  The same maneuvering he did on the outside, he was doing on the inside of my mouth, and it was sending me into passionate hyper drive. 

"Aghh...." I said, as my voice quivered with my body.

"Right, nigga, you are going to remember this, here, Marco.  Nobody ain't gonna take you where I'm taking you, baby.  You gonna always want Collin to scratch that itch for you," he said, speaking the truth. 

I had never in my life felt something so wonderful.  Oh, I didn't want it to end.  My rigid sex was stiff until It felt like I was about to burst one right there, but I couldn't. 

"Collin is going to take care of this for you, Marco," he cooed, biting on my lips, and licking me acrross them independently, then together. 

FUCK! 

And we hadn't even gotten to the good part yet.