Taraji's POV
I was pleasantly surprised by Fantasia's gentleness as she peppered kisses down my neck. She stopped just above my breasts, going back up to my clavicles. Her lips were wet and soft against my skin as she sucked the flesh of my collar bones. She crashed her lips on mine, stealing my breath away just as I was catching it from being thrown on the bed and having my clothes ripped off. Our tongues fought for dominance, and she seemed to be letting me win, but her streak of submission didn't last for long. She broke the kiss to sit up in between my legs and pull her top over her head, throwing it to the side. Her bra was just barely containing her supple double-d breasts. My mouth watered at the thought of having them inside of it. I bit my lip, looking from her breasts to her eyes and back again. I reached out to unclip her bra, but she slapped my hands away, wagging her finger in my face.
Fantasia: No, no, bad girl. Keep your hands to yourself. I'll be doing the touching.
Taraji: But-
Fantasia: Shhh. Don't fight me, sweetheart.
When I continued to whine, she shut me up with a kiss that was rougher and included more tongue than the last. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling on it like a dog with a bone. She released my lips, going down to my chest. I covered my breasts with my arms, not wanting her to see them. She glared at me and I immediately dropped my arms, giving her the visual she wanted.
Fantasia: There's my pretty girl. Don't hide from me baby. Let me see all of you. You're so beautiful.
She rolled my pebbled left nipple between her thumb while taking the right one into her mouth. My eyes closed and my teeth bit down on my bottom lip as my back slightly arched off of the bed, my body bending like a bow with an arrow. Her fingers lightly trailed the lining of my thong, just barely slipping inside the lacy red fabric as she sucked my nipple like a baby being breastfed. My thong felt slimy because of how wet it was and I desperately wanted it off of me, but Fantasia was taking her precious time, torturing me to no end. I was starting to get restlessly, and I could tell by the smile playing on her features that she found humor in my suffering.
Taraji: Please, Tasia please...
Fantasia: Please what, baby? I need your words, Raj. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.
Taraji: I want- I-I want you to fuck my soul out of my body.
She gave my left nipple the same attention she gave my right one before continuing her path of kisses and soft bites down my body to my thighs, bypassing my thong. She licked a stripe up the seat of the thin fabric, causing a chill to run down my spine. She was so close. She spread my legs, pulling the trim of my thong between her teeth and dragging them down my legs with the strength of her pearly whites. She took my panties and tied them around my wrists, restraining me with my own underwear. I was completely open and vulnerable to her. I suddenly became very conscious and shy of the scars on my thighs near my area, and I shut my legs back together like an iron gate.
Taraji: No, stop. Please don't look. Please. You don't want to see it. It's ugly.
Fantasia: Nothing about you is ugly, especially not this pretty little pussy of yours. Whatever you don't want me to see, I'll cover it up with kisses.
I slowly opened my legs and she did just as she promised, kissing the faded nail marks between my thighs. She blew her cool minty breath on my quivering pearl, making me psychically shiver. She looked up at me, demanding eye contact.
Fantasia: Before I do this, I need you to promise that you'll keep your eyes on me. I want to see every expression that your gorgeous face makes while I fuck your brains out. I want to see everything that I'm making you feel. Can you do that for me, mama?
Taraji: Yes, I promise! Please Tasia just do it already!
Fantasia:*chuckles* Relax baby, I got you.
She pressed a kiss to my clit, making me clench my walls. She slurped my pre-cum juices up and spit the liquid back out on my pussy, lubricating me with my own bodily fluids even though I was already wetter than the Pacific. Her lips made smacking noises as she ate me out like I was her last meal. I ran my fingers through her short curls, my uncontrollable lust fueled by the unbelievably erotic sight of her beautiful face completely disappearing between my legs. I could see the sexy tattoos on her back. I looked at the mirror in the corner of the room, but Tasia slapped my thighs and gently bit my clit, making me snap my head back to her.
Fantasia: I said eyes on me.
The vibration of her voice through my slick walls only heightened my arousal. Her tongue swirled around inside of me and was soon accompanied by two of her fingers. My body jolted from the new sensation. She scissored her fingers inside of me, sucking the life out of my clit while doing so. She was hitting every spot and discovering new ones that I didn't even know about. She was pushing the hell out of my button. I rolled my hips, grinding my pussy against her face. She used her free hand to choke me, the stroke of her fingers inside of me matching the aggression of her tongue brushing over my pussy lips. She darted her tongue in and out, fucking me with her extremely skilled and warm mouth. My eyes fluttered as I tried to keep them closed, but she was making it impossible. The pleasure she was giving my body was so intense that it was almost painful. There's no way that this is her first time with another woman. She's fucking me way too good. I began to fuck her tongue back, but it was clear by the way she pressed her hands on my stomach and pushed my hips down that she wanted complete control. She sucked on my pussy lips, her tongue massaging my clit. The tip of her tongue was playing with my juices, making my river flow in whichever direction she desired. My back arched until my nipples were pointing to the ceiling. My legs began to shake and I knew that I was close. She insisted on pushing me all the way past the edge.
Taraji: Tasia, baby I'm so close! Please!
Fantasia: Hold that shit, Raj. I'm still hungry. Don't you let that shit go until I'm satisfied.
Taraji: Fuck, Tasia! I can't!
Fantasia: Come on, you can be strong for me mama. This is a fight you won't win, so don't even try it. You've been so good for me. Good girls get rewards. Can you be a good girl for me, mama?
I weakly nodded my head, wanting so desperately to disobey her every command and chase my own release. She pulled her fingers out of me, holding them up to my lips. I took them into my mouth with no questions asked, tasting myself. She penetrated me with them again, her tongue snaking around every crevice of my sopping pussy. She dragged her tongue down to the crack of my ass and went back up, spitting on my clit again. I thought that I was going to pass out from trying to hold my orgasm back. The pleasure was just too much for me to handle. She finally looked up into my eyes and said the five words that I had been waiting to hear.
Fantasia: Let that shit go, baby.
My entire body spasmed and relaxed all at once as I squirted all over her, soaking her face and most of her hair. I didn't even know that my body was capable of doing that until she touched me. She caught every drop on her tongue that she could, coming up from between my legs to kiss me, pushing some of my juices into my mouth. We kissed sloppily, her body sliding against my sweat-drenched skin. Once we both calmed down, she went into the bathroom and returned shortly with a warm, wet towel. She looked into my eyes as she cleaned me up, wiping me so gently that I was almost ready for another round. No words were spoken, but words weren't needed. She laid next to me in silence until my body gave in to exhaustion and I fell asleep. I knew that she would be gone by the time I opened my eyes. What we did was wrong on so many levels, but doing the right thing never got me anywhere anyway.
I cringed the whole time I wrote this. I hate writing sex scenes, but I gotta feed the streets.