by Twyla Turner
Nate shrugged and pulled her in for a kiss. There were no preliminaries. He just stuck his tongue down her throat. Oh, so it’s gonna be one of those nights, huh? Mia pulled back.
“Let me show you how it’s done, sweetie.” She checked him.
Mia clasped his face and leaned in. She kissed his full lips softly but didn’t stay. She moved to his jaw and kissed him there before scraping her teeth over the same spot. Nate gasped and gripped her tighter. Mia moved back to his lips and nibbled at them, flicking her tongue to ease the bite. His hips reflexively pumped towards her and Mia grinned knowing that she’d gotten to him.
“Sex is an art. Not a race. So slow down, Speed Racer,” she instructed him.
Nate was a decent student. He slowed down his kisses. His tongue swirled around hers and he mimicked what he wanted to do to her. He reached behind her and gradually unzipped her jumpsuit. Once she was undone, he pulled down the material from her shoulders and arms. He eased the garment down her hips and over her legs, scraping his fingernails gently against her skin along the way.
Underneath, she wore a black lace thong and matching demi-bra. Nate quickly stood back up and unclasped her bra. Though he could’ve taken his time and kissed a path down her neck, collarbone and sternum, instead he dove straight for her nipples after tossing away her bra. Well, at least he’s eager.
Nate suckled at her small brown nipples and Mia held onto the back of his head, letting the flick of his tongue send electric pulses down to her flexing core. As he continued to feast on her breasts, Nate pushed down her skimpy panties and plunged his fingers into her wet channel. Mia had only a few seconds to enjoy his ministrations before he unleashed the ‘jackhammer.’
The ‘jackhammer’ was a phrase Mia coined long ago to describe the type of fingering method many male teens and young men and even some older men that never learned, liked to use. Mia instantly cringed and reached for his wrist.
“Hey. Hey. Hey!” She scolded as she pulled his abusive fingers from her tender flesh. “You’re not breaking through concrete. Your dry ass fingers are sucking up every last drop of my juices and giving me carpet burn. That’s not how this works.”
“I’ve fucked plenty of girls. I think I know what I’m doing.” Nate defended himself, his pride wounded.
“You shouldn’t be proud to admit that. If you’ve fucked plenty of girls, you should know better by now. Maybe they pretended you were good, but so far you ain’t proving it to me.” Mia raised her eyebrows.
“You don’t have to stay,” he responded with attitude.
“Don’t get mad about it.” Mia soothed as she stepped closer to him again. “Take this opportunity to learn. And be glad that I’m willing to help you.”
She reached for his hand that she’d pulled away moments before. She folded down his fingers until just his index and middle fingers were out. Mia brought the two fingers up to her mouth and sucked on them, leaving a trail of moisture. She then pulled them down to her slit. The wet digits slid easily over her hardening clit. Mia’s mouth popped open and she closed her eyes as she pumped her hips against his thick fingers.
“That’s it. Slide my clit between those two fingers gently.” She guided him with her words as she released his hand. “Ahh…yes! Just like that. Now slip one finger inside and stroke gently. Mmhmm…. Crook your finger like you’re telling me to come here. Do you feel that?”
“Yeah,” Nate said breathlessly.
“That’s one of my G-spots. Now press gently on it and then use your thumb to caress my clit. Don’t forget to wet it first with my juices. Fuck, yes!” Mia cried as he did exactly as she told him.
Within minutes, Mia was trembling in his arms and they collapsed onto his king size bed. Nate pulled his fingers from her pulsating walls. He brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean, looking rather proud of himself.
“Good job. Trust me. If you can get your foreplay down to a science, just about every female you fuck will be putty in your hands.” Mia smiled lazily as she came down from her first orgasm of the night. If she trained him right, she had no doubts there’d be more.
“Thanks for the help,” Nate said shyly, realizing that he, in fact, had sucked previously and did need a sex coach to guide him.
“You’re welcome. But your tutoring isn’t over just yet.” Mia grinned and she rolled on top of him.
She helped Nate sit up as she whipped his shirt up and over his head. She pushed him back down and shimmied down his legs to unbuckle and unzip his jeans. She gripped the waistband of his jeans and boxers and pulled them down his legs. His rock hard cock sprung free and thumped onto his stomach heavily, weighted down with his arousal.
Mia internally sighed with relief that it was a well-made dick. He wasn’t extra-long or anything, but he was an average five or six inches. What had her really grinning, though, was the fact that he was nice and thick. She knew he’d touch every wall with no problem. She always preferred a thick cock to a skinny one. Mia wasn’t interested in fucking something that felt like an alien probe.
His body was also impressive. It was obvious that he worked out and lifted plenty of weights. His arms, chest, and abs were cut to near perfection. The East Asian blood in him caused him to be nearly hairless on his tan torso. His nipples were dusky brown disks that looked temptingly lickable.
“Very nice,” she said seductively as she crawled back up his body.
Mia reached for her purse and pulled out a little square packet. Nate watched her as she ripped the package open with her teeth. Then she placed the tip of the condom in her mouth and lowered her lips to his eager manhood. He groaned in the back of his throat as she skillfully rolled the condom down his length with nothing but her mouth.
Mia positioned herself over his thick arousal and then slowly eased herself down until she sat flush against him. She threw back her head as she adjusted to the fullness of him inside of her. She could feel him pulse within her and her throbbing walls responded in kind. Her damp palms pressed against his smooth, hairless chest. She steadied herself as she positioned her feet on either side of his waist. Nate grasped her hands to help her. Mia entwined her fingers with his and raised up on his hard cock, till the tip was at her entrance. She then slammed back down and their skin smacked together loudly. Though it could barely be heard over their mutual groans and cries of pleasure.
Nate released her hands and reached for her hips. He clutched them tightly and helped guide her up and down over him. Mia cried out every time she impaled herself on his engorged length. He pumped up as she came down, meeting her with a loud clap of damp flesh. As he helped her stay balanced with his hands guiding her hips, Mia placed one hand on his chest and used the other hand to circle her swollen nub. She felt the pressure building and her movements became jerky as the tremors began from her core.
“Aaaaah!!! I’m gonna cum!” She cried.
“F-Fuck! Me too!” Nate growled.
Her orgasm ripped a raw scream from her throat and she felt her feminine cum spray her thighs. It wasn’t often that she squirted during an orgasm, but if she did, it was usually one good damn orgasm. There was definite hope for Nate.
“Shhhit!” Nate shouted out as he reached his climax.
Mia felt him pulse as the condom caught his release. She ground against him, prolonging their climaxes.
“Nathan!” Someone screamed. “You bring slut to my home!
Mia fell against him to cover herself as she looked back to see an older Asian woman coming down the stairs.
“I thought you weren’t married!” Mia hissed under her breath.
“That’s not my wife. It’s my mom!” Nate said as his face turned beet red.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Mia groaned as she rolled off of him.
The crazy and angry woman came storming down the rest of the stairs with a belt in her hand. She ran towards Mia ready to hit her, but Mia stood up straight, buck naked and stared her down.
“Touch me with
that belt lady and I swear I’ll beat you with my fucking chancla!” Mia growled, gripping the very heels she planned on using if the woman came any closer.
The woman thought better of it, seeing the banked rage in Mia’s eyes, and changed directions, heading straight for her son. Mia’s mouth dropped open as she watched the woman start to beat on her naked son with a belt like he was in grade school.
“Ma! Stop! Ma! I’m a grown ass man. I can bring a girl home if I want.” Nate tried to defend himself as he held up one arm to protect his face and body, and used the other arm to hold up a sheet to his naked flesh.
“You pay no bills! You no fuck dirty girls in my house!” She screeched.
Look here, bitch! Mia thought silently. She wanted so badly to cuss the woman out, but she was in fact, in her house, fucking her son that doesn’t pay any bills. There was nothing she could really say. And the crazy woman could easily call the cops on Mia if she laid a hand on the little old woman.
So instead, Mia grabbed her clothes and purse and ran like the flames of hell were licking at her feet. She didn’t care that she was a naked as the day she was born. She just had to get out of that house. She heard the humiliated cries of a grown man getting his ass beat by his mother as she fled from the house. She quickly jumped in her car, started it and threw it into her reverse, before skidding out of the neighborhood like a bat outta hell.
“Fuck my life! I have to do better vetting next time.” Mia said to herself as she shook her head in exasperation. “No more skipping drinks to go straight to fucking. So not worth it.”
Mia prayed that no cop would pull her over as she sped home. Though being buck naked could help her get out of the ticket.
Worst walk of shame ever!
To be continued…
Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank my beta-readers and regular support system. Nadia, Patrice, Cosalyn, Se’Quasha, and Jacqueline. Without your input, support, and pep talks, I don’t know what I do.
As always, I have to shout out to my parentals for giving me the opportunity to build up my career while dealing with me under your roof. I swear you won’t regret it.
Another group of amazing women that I’d like to give props to are the amazing authors I’ve met during this journey. There are too many to name and I’d hate to leave anyone out. But so many of you have helped me reach new levels in my own writing and promoting. So I say, thank you. Thank you. Thank you!
To author Cynthia Sax. Your eyewitness account of the Shy Hunky Guy and Clueless Curvy Girl added sweetness to a gym story I’d had in the works. And gave me the boost of excitement I needed to work on the story. Thank you so much for sharing that little slice of awesomeness.
And last, but most certainly not least. I always have to say thank you and show my appreciation for my ahhhhhmazing readers. You ladies give me life on a daily basis. You make me laugh. You give me encouragement. And you keep me from giving up. I love you all to pieces… Muah!
About the Author
Twyla Turner currently resides in Arizona. She was born and raised in Joliet, Illinois, a Midwest girl at heart, though constantly moving from place to place, and always thinking of where she wants to go next. Having been an avid romance novel reader since junior high and minoring in Creative Writing. She felt that it was finally time to start combining her love of travel and writing, as well as her life experiences and putting them down on “paper”. Which experiences, she’ll never tell…well maybe, if you ask nicely.
Other books by Twyla Turner
The Struck Series:
Star-Struck
Awe-Struck
Damaged Souls:
Scarred
Open Wounds
Healed
THR3E
Love in the Wild
Curvy Ever After:
Forbidden Curvy Girl Fairy Tales
Chasing Day Series:
Chasing Day
Catching Day
Empyrean:
Return of the Fire Faery
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