EPISODE SIX
“Are you going to let me in or what?” Coran asked. Marabel was still in shock when she saw him in her doorway at nearly 4AM.
“Um, come in please,” she stammered. Coran walked in with his hands planted on his hips. He appeared to have a lot on his mind.
“May I help you with something Coran?”
He paced a bit then faced her. “You know I used to speak to you everyday?”
“I don’t follow. What do you mean?” She was starting to fluster. It was too early in the morning for cryptic dialogue.
“Everyday when we were younger, I’d see you and I’d speak. ‘Hey’, ‘Hello’, ‘How you doing?’ And you’d never reply,” he stated glaring at her with more intensity than she was able to handle. Marabel was becoming more nervous by the minute. Here he was at some crazy hour and he was reminiscing of all things.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry?”
“Why? Why didn’t you ever respond?” Coran inched in closer. Desperation filled his eyes.
Marabel started to shake her head. “Coran, it was a different time then. I was a different person.” She hesitated then thought back on her childhood and the years leading up to college. Talk about a rough patch, she was just grateful she was not somewhere on drugs. Marabel dropped her head low. “You have to understand that I wanted to be invisible.”
Coran stepped in so close that she could smell his fresh from the shower scent. His chest heaved against her breasts and she didn’t step away from him that time. He took his finger and tipped her head up and she faced him.
“But I saw you though.”
He circled his arms around her and swept her up into the deepest kiss of her life. Their lips and tongues fought for position. Years of build up tension played out in her living room. She wanted to evaporate into a mist when she was younger but somehow Coran Stone saw her. Everyday, he spoke to her.
Marabel pulled him in and closed her arms around his neck. He lifted her up by her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. As if he knew the way, Coran ascended the stairs without effort and Marabel found herself in her bed with the man she had shunned only hours prior lapping at her stomach while he slid her shorts down.
She knew it was wrong and she probably should’ve stopped him, but it felt so damn good. It was like her one-up to all the girls of back in the day who were clawing to get a piece of him. Her light breaths did nothing to mask the sound of him sucking marks into her inner thighs. Coran was like a mad man with a hunger that only she could feed. He hooked his arms under her legs and slid in closer to her apex. He used his fingers to fan her lips apart and he dove in head first. Marabel gasped at the rush of heat that radiated to her core. Coran Stone was actually pleasuring her.
He suckled her and lapped at her with reckless abandon while she thrashed around beneath him. Coran gave a lot attention to her clit that he drew and released into her mouth, siphoning her flesh. Marabel was damn near screaming his name while she luxuriated in the best head she had ever experienced. He would simultaneously alternate between tickling the sensitive tip of her clit with his finger and licking the inside of her cove to sucking on her hardened flesh like a sore thumb while he inserted his finger inside her walls.
He grumbled between her thighs and she moaned for him. He saw her. She was beginning to grind on him, pushing his face further into her deep sea deaths. He groaned louder sending vibrations throughout her puss. Marabel was losing her battle. Her fluids were betraying her. The more she wanted to savor the moment, the faster her breaths were. Coran was working overtime not coming up for air. She relaxed her thighs and stilled herself. He continued to lick until her nipples became hard as diamonds. She whimpered then bit into her lip to dim the scream that followed. For the first time in her life, she experienced her first ejaculation. Marabel bucked as her essence covered him and he groaned and lapped it all.
She became limp and her clit deadened from the assault. Marabel was very into penetration and believed she could only have an orgasm from just that. Coran changed that thought forever. She had climaxed and tapped out. Her eyes were heavy and she felt bad that she could not reciprocate the passion.
Coran finished cleaning her up with his tongue then he moved out of the bed and tipped her knees to the side making her body twist. He pulled the cover over her and she couldn’t even muster a goodbye when he kissed her brow and whispered, “Remember, I’ll always see through your walls. You can hold them up for the world but I own the only key.”
Within moments he was gone and she was back to her dream that he so rudely interrupted earlier.
“Um, come in please,” she stammered. Coran walked in with his hands planted on his hips. He appeared to have a lot on his mind.
“May I help you with something Coran?”
He paced a bit then faced her. “You know I used to speak to you everyday?”
“I don’t follow. What do you mean?” She was starting to fluster. It was too early in the morning for cryptic dialogue.
“Everyday when we were younger, I’d see you and I’d speak. ‘Hey’, ‘Hello’, ‘How you doing?’ And you’d never reply,” he stated glaring at her with more intensity than she was able to handle. Marabel was becoming more nervous by the minute. Here he was at some crazy hour and he was reminiscing of all things.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry?”
“Why? Why didn’t you ever respond?” Coran inched in closer. Desperation filled his eyes.
Marabel started to shake her head. “Coran, it was a different time then. I was a different person.” She hesitated then thought back on her childhood and the years leading up to college. Talk about a rough patch, she was just grateful she was not somewhere on drugs. Marabel dropped her head low. “You have to understand that I wanted to be invisible.”
Coran stepped in so close that she could smell his fresh from the shower scent. His chest heaved against her breasts and she didn’t step away from him that time. He took his finger and tipped her head up and she faced him.
“But I saw you though.”
He circled his arms around her and swept her up into the deepest kiss of her life. Their lips and tongues fought for position. Years of build up tension played out in her living room. She wanted to evaporate into a mist when she was younger but somehow Coran Stone saw her. Everyday, he spoke to her.
Marabel pulled him in and closed her arms around his neck. He lifted her up by her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. As if he knew the way, Coran ascended the stairs without effort and Marabel found herself in her bed with the man she had shunned only hours prior lapping at her stomach while he slid her shorts down.
She knew it was wrong and she probably should’ve stopped him, but it felt so damn good. It was like her one-up to all the girls of back in the day who were clawing to get a piece of him. Her light breaths did nothing to mask the sound of him sucking marks into her inner thighs. Coran was like a mad man with a hunger that only she could feed. He hooked his arms under her legs and slid in closer to her apex. He used his fingers to fan her lips apart and he dove in head first. Marabel gasped at the rush of heat that radiated to her core. Coran Stone was actually pleasuring her.
He suckled her and lapped at her with reckless abandon while she thrashed around beneath him. Coran gave a lot attention to her clit that he drew and released into her mouth, siphoning her flesh. Marabel was damn near screaming his name while she luxuriated in the best head she had ever experienced. He would simultaneously alternate between tickling the sensitive tip of her clit with his finger and licking the inside of her cove to sucking on her hardened flesh like a sore thumb while he inserted his finger inside her walls.
He grumbled between her thighs and she moaned for him. He saw her. She was beginning to grind on him, pushing his face further into her deep sea deaths. He groaned louder sending vibrations throughout her puss. Marabel was losing her battle. Her fluids were betraying her. The more she wanted to savor the moment, the faster her breaths were. Coran was working overtime not coming up for air. She relaxed her thighs and stilled herself. He continued to lick until her nipples became hard as diamonds. She whimpered then bit into her lip to dim the scream that followed. For the first time in her life, she experienced her first ejaculation. Marabel bucked as her essence covered him and he groaned and lapped it all.
She became limp and her clit deadened from the assault. Marabel was very into penetration and believed she could only have an orgasm from just that. Coran changed that thought forever. She had climaxed and tapped out. Her eyes were heavy and she felt bad that she could not reciprocate the passion.
Coran finished cleaning her up with his tongue then he moved out of the bed and tipped her knees to the side making her body twist. He pulled the cover over her and she couldn’t even muster a goodbye when he kissed her brow and whispered, “Remember, I’ll always see through your walls. You can hold them up for the world but I own the only key.”
Within moments he was gone and she was back to her dream that he so rudely interrupted earlier.