Sweet Hope

Aliyana jerked against my face and released a scream. Her thighs tightened and her hips rocked furiously against my face as my fingers plunged back and forth.

Her hand, that was wrapped around the base of my cock, pumped me faster. Her palm was slick against my hot skin as her tongue lapped at my tip.

As her lips engulfed my dick, she gave one last suck, and I roared against her clit, feeling my cum shoot into her mouth. Aliyana moaned around my cock, her pussy tightening as it contracted around my fingers.

I drank at her pussy, swallowing down her taste, as Aliyana lapped her gentle tongue up and down my dick.

I collapsed back against the pillow and I pulled my fingers out from her pussy. Our heavy breathing seemed to fill up every inch of the studio, my large speakers crackling from the lack of music being played from my still connected phone.

With a satisfied sigh, Aliyana slumped to press her cheek on the inside of my right thigh.

For a few minutes, as I stared at the ceiling, I allowed myself to enjoy this moment. I didn’t let the pain of my past slam into my chest. I didn’t let my mamma’s gaunt face haunt my mind or Levi’s hatred of me twist my stomach… I lay here, still tasting Aliyana on my tongue, smelling her Jasmine scent on my damp skin, enjoying the feel of her warm slow breath flowing over my leg.

She was fucking perfection.

She was light. A blazing golden light. When you’re locked in perpetual darkness, you’ll do anything to fucking chase that light.

La mia luce…

Minutes passed and neither of us spoke. But a strange urge pumped through my blood… I wanted to look into her eyes. I wanted to see those dimples pop on her cheeks as she looked up at me through her stupidly long lashes, a huge blinding smile on her mouth. And for the first time ever, I wanted somebody to be in my arms… No, I wanted her in my arms.

I wanted this chick to move up the bed and just fucking be in my arms.

Acting on impulse, I sat up, leaned forward and tucked my arm under Aliyana’s flat stomach. I pulled her backward, positioning her to lie beside me.

I smiled at Aliyana gasping in shock as I moved her sleepy body to lie beside me. Then my heart exploded in my chest as a shy blush dusted her cheeks as I hooked my arm around her neck and pulled her to lie half across my chest.

I stared upward, feeling disturbed by how much I liked her hand pressed flat over my chest. My body froze at being this close to a woman. But my fingers clutched a thin strand of Aliyana’s long hair, rolling the softness between my thumb and index finger.

More minutes passed in silence and I thought she’d fallen asleep. With my free hand, I reached out to my side table and picked up my smokes. Placing a Marlboro Red in my mouth, I lit up the stick and inhaled, blowing out the smoke through my nose. As I was about to take another drag, a finger tiptoed over my beard and guided me to look to my right… straight into Aliyana’s doting doe eyes.

Fuck. How was it possible that a pair of eyes could tell you so much? How was it possible that a pair of dark eyes could bring me to my fucking knees with one glance?

“Hey,” she said, her cheeks blushing.

Taking another drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs, I ran my fingers along the soft naked skin of her shoulder. “Mm…” I grunted gruffly.

Her eyes flitted down, then blinked back up at me. “I didn’t expect this would happen when I came by tonight.” Her blush intensified and I realized she was nervous. Nervous of my rejection.

Aliyana’s hand ran down my sternum, down over my abs, and paused, before stroking back and forth on my lower stomach just above my dick. My muscles tensed at the feeling and Aliyana smiled up at me, then pressed a single kiss to my pec.

Balancing my smoke on my lower lip, I put my palm on her cheek and said, “Never did either.” Aliyana pursed her lips, her eyes widening with hurt, when I added, “But I’m sure fucking glad it did.”

Aliyana smiled wide, her white teeth sparkling. Then she did the impossible… She made me laugh, that one happy damn grin of hers made me fucking laugh. It wasn’t a lot, one grunt that could barely even pass as a laugh, but she brought it out of me. Somehow, she could bring a shit ton of emotion outta me.

Aliyana leaned up on her elbow, her tits pushing against my bicep. Taking the smoke from my mouth, she took a drag herself. And yeah, her smoking? Nothing fucking hotter than seeing those full lips wrapped round the cherry.

As she placed the smoke back between my lips and lay back on my chest, I took another drag and, exhaling, asked, “You smoke?”

She shook her head. “Not really. Only occasionally when I have a drink.” She tipped up her chin. “Or when I’ve had sex.”