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Rain pelts a heavy rhythm outside as Annie hums contently while listening to Smoke play the harmonica. The hums stir the strings of Annie’s spirit as he plays so smoothly, her fingers thread through his curls to massage his crown in response. The bottle of Taylor Port that Bo gifted them for their third anniversary sits half-drank next to Annie’s hip.
The buzz of wine, the hum of her man, the warmth of their bodies pressed together in the soft light of the lanterns and warming stove of the barn loft; the pinnacle of a sweet tea romance.
However, one key detail of their situation makes a certain need start to build within Annie.
A need for something more than just filthy teases, sloppy kisses and grasping handfuls of one another that the two usually stick too. It’s actions that appease the part of Annie that still wants to follow the codes set forth by her grandmother when she finally approved of Smoke.
In an effort to beat the a grand fall rainstorm predicted to last well into the night, the two got caught in the initial pour down of it. The heavy wet cotton and denim the couple wore held the wetness tight to their skin, had them shivering even in the warming stove's range of heat. It was Annie that suggested they strip and dry their clothes by the stove as they drink. Smoke then offered to cuddle with her on the bed - a thin mattress made plush by the pillows and quilts that had accumulated over the last few years of their relationship.
Annie feels reckless and bold in a new way being laid out in front of Smoke, half dressed in just her satin slip and stockings. Annie had giggled when Smoke stopped mid sentence at the beauty of her breasts, hard nipples poking through the white fabric at him. Annie was equally impressed, made mute by the thick print of Smoke’s dick in his drawls how it lead up to the display of his toned stomach and chest.
Now here they are, laid out in a buzz and Annie’s pussy was starting to throb just looking at her man and feeling his music.
Smoke can smell her, it made his dick ache. It was crazy how Annie enveloped everything about and around Smoke, yet she was still just outta reach. At this point, Smoke is a little more confident in the fact that he can usually hold out until he’s taking a cold shower back home to air out the sexual frustrations of his girlfriend's chastity.
But God, this Taylor Port was a filthy talking devil on his shoulder. Based on the smell of her coupled with her warm soft skin Smoke decided he just needs one taste. A little one, not even a gulp or sip, just a lick could satisfy him at this point.
Annie quirks her eyebrow when Smoke stops playing and tilts his head in towards her lap, his nose pressing on top of her stocking covered thigh. Annie coyly giggles when Smoke takes in a hard breath to get a proper take of her scent. Sweet clove and roses, the musk of need. Fuck nicotine, fuck air, Smoke needs Annie in his lungs.
Smoke fully rolls over so his head is complete face down in her lap. Pecking his lips over the thin sarmel colored thread of her pesky stockings to get a taste of her skin. Annie yanks away the edge of her slip and gasps at the sight of her man as Smoke starts to kiss hickies into her skin jus to ease the bruise with a pressing lick.
“Elijah!” Annie scolds, her voice low and velvet as her pussy drips wetter at the look of him this…sweet, this..... desperate. He shoves his face right into the inner seam of the stockings and takes another deep whiff of her pussy. Smoke nips at her, making Annie jerk a little as his teeth gaze the inside of her knee and the groan he lets out rumbles over her. Smoke finally looks up at Annie through his lashes with blown out eyes full of dangerous promise.
The cold puff of Smoke’s breath over Annie’s wet slit makes the young woman shiver. Her legs squeeze closed and end up trapping Smoke’s chin in a tilt, forcing him to drill that lustful look even deeper into Annie. Annie studies him back, she brushes some lint off the side of his head from the quilt grins as she tugs his ear. Smoke smacks his lips and tries to pry her thighs apart so he can bury into her but is stopped by her legs pressing together tightly then antagonized by Annie's giggles.
“Ann, please. You smell so damn good baby, pussy callin me.” Smoke pleads as he kisses the crease where the plush of her belly and her thick hips meet. He licks through it, teeth gently grazing her stomach before he starts to kiss up her curves next. He braces himself with one hand as the other cuffs the back of Annie’s knees and starts to massage the sensitive skin on the back of it. Annie gives a whiny sigh as she lets him bend and relax her thighs open again.
Annie bites her lip in hard at the sight of him. May her Foremothers bless her, Annie had no idea what to do with her fucking hands! They just strangle further into bunching her slip up so she can watch Smoke’s steady kisses crawl up her body. Over her hips. The middle of her waist. Under each breast swell. The trek of Smoke’s mouth leaves Annie biting her slips to muffle little moans.
“Damn it!” She whispers when Smoke sucks her nipple hard then flicks it rapidly with his tongue.
Annie arches her head back as Amoke comes to the soft column of her throat pecking over her pulse point, another warmth blooms inside her at Smoke’s tender actions. His knee is properly between her lap to keep her legs apart now. His eyes roll when Annie thrust down on his cool bare skin and he can feel that dampness his kisses had coaxed out of her on his thigh. Smoke’s lips ride over the movement of Annie’s moan on her delicious throat.
“Annie. Please, just one taste of ya. Just let me getta lick in, woman!” he pleads of her as he helps Annie free herself of her pesky slip. Smoke chuckles when Annie forces their hands to thread into one another and he goes back to his task of marking every inch of her rich brown skin with his lips and teeth.
“Whatchu know ‘bout lickin’? I ain’t no scoop of butter pecan.” She taunts breathlessly and Smoke playfully bites her ear lobe at the remark.
“You betta than that too sweet bullshit that melts too easy. Yo' pussy feeds like a meal, got my mouth waterin'." Smoke insists. Annie hums and finally she regains control of her hand to bring Smoke’s face into hers. The two kiss into one another, tongues pressing, teeth catching, as their noses rub past one another in effort to find a deeper taste.
Both crave it. Heavy.
Yet.
Annie pulls back first, Smoke hovers over her feeling her uneasy apprehension in that moment. His eyes drill the question, “Are you okay?” into her soul. Annie licks her lips as she reads it.
She turns her head away but finds that Smoke just tilts his head to follow, those black-brown of his chasing for the gaze of Annie’s doe eyes. It would be easier to just close her eyes but Annie can’t stop looking at Smoke with all this eagerness. He needs her answer for this pause and she'll always answer his call.
“Am I the first you’ve ever tasted? Am I your first in all of it, if we do this?” Annie finally asks and Smoke blinks. The nineteen year old resettles himself so he’s right next to Annie then pulls her into his lap. Smoke rests his on Annie's shoulder so his mouth is right next to her ear, his arms slip around the front of her and presses Annie so close she swears she’s inside Elijah’s ribs.
“You worried I don’t know what I’m doin’? I won’t leave ya unsatisfied baby. I promise that.” Smoke offers. Annie shakes her head slightly and turns enough so they're face to face.
“I don’t care about how it is, because ain’t nothing wrong wit learnin’. I don't even know what my coozs likes yet. I just wanna know if I’m the first to have you, all of you. Because you’ll be the first person to ever have me. All of me.” Annie tells him. Smoke hums in deep thought.
“ I got some experience with my hands up a skirt. I know where to put 'em in, how to coach a flood outta ya worse than a hurricane. Let Rita jack on me one time cause we was all drunk atta barn party. That was well fo' we got together. Dat’s all.” Smoke tells her honestly. He kisses her temple while Annie smacks her lips, rolling her eyes as eh crosses her arms.
“That bitch! Imma make her hair fall out. Knew that huss was lookin' too deep atcha when we was at the horse races. Eyes all up on my man like I ain’t under his arm, fucking heifer.” Annie grumbles. Smoke cackles at Annie's jealous rant and kisses her pout away with a cheeky grin.
“Just know this woman, I’m all yours. Just like yous all mines.” Smoke affirms her and now it’s Annie turn to hum in thought.
“Mines?”
“Yours.”
Annie sits up and turns. Smoke follows her lead in helping her straddle him. Annie grasps the side of his neck and rubs her thumb over his juggler feeling his pulse rush blood all around in repsoe to her touch.
“Mines?” she whispers again. Smokes gives her a sweet peck on the lips before nodding slightly again.
“Yours.”
“Mines?” Annie asks as her hands trails down his throat to press her fingertips over his heart. Smoke puts his hand over hers and presses her deeper into his skin. Both of them feel his heartbeat bounce on her hand.
“Yours.”
“Mines.” Annie states as drags that hand down and palms his half-hard dick. Lightly squeezing as she declares, a giddy lust fills her when Smoke’s eyes roll back and he groans.
“Fuck, Ann.”
“Mine?” Annie asks with a harder squeeze this time, slowly stroking him up and down. More out of curiosity than teasing, because, well... Annie was a virgin. Outside of an anatomy book at school she’s never seen or felt a man like this, and here was Smoke with his perfect shaft. It was heavy velvet through his drawls, and Annie’s mouth waters with a new hunger she's never experienced.
“Nawl, I’m first. Can’t have you doin’ all the work and you don’t know nuthin’. That's rude.” Smoke tells her. Annie goes to pout, argue even, but it’s interrupted by him licking into her mouth. With that special quiet way of his it pulls a deep moaning kiss out of her. Annie lets him ease her back until she sit on the mattress with her legs crossed under her.
Annie’s breath hitches at the predator’s look Smoke drills into as he crawls closer just to loom over and kiss her cheek.
“ We gonna go easy,” Smoke whispers into her ear, ”Now open dem legs.”
Annie does as he commands. Her eyes go wide as Smoke cuffs her hips then takes off her stockings in two smooth pulls.
“I-I coulda-”
“This ain’t ‘bout the work you can do Annie. This is about the work imma put on ya. Now relax back.” he tells her. Annie bites her lip as she glares at him, the need to banter pulls in her throat but the sight of Smoke licking his thumb wet then pressing it over her clit shuts her up.
She relaxes back with a jerky sigh while Smoke starts to tenderly circle the sensitive bud as he sinks down until his face between her legs. Annie squirms for a moment when he stops stoking her so he can grasp her hips for leverage for his next action.
“There ya go baby, just let me get a drink before ya get this dick.” Smoke tells her pussy. He chuckles he uses his hands to keep Annie’s thighs apart when she tries to squeeze his head again.
“Easy.” Annie puffs, then jumps a little when Smoke’s stubble scratches her thighs as he nods.
“Easy.” he reaffirms before licking her slit in one long drag that gathers the starting drips he’d been coaxing out of her.
“Oh!” Annie whispers loudly at the new sensation, that was so different. More pleasing then her own hands and some ice cubes. Smokes does it again, smirking as he fight her thighs trying to close him in again.
“Gotta keep em open baby, ya want me here.” He tells her. He licks the sweet taste of Annie over his lips and groans. Fuck a cigarette, he’s got a new addiction. Smoke gives her one more warning lick before slipping his tongue in between the wet folds of Annie's pussy.
“Ah, fuck! Elijah!” Annie gasps at talent of his tongue, she hums out moans as Smoke tongue feverishly fucks into her. Each fold, her tight entrance, the plumpness of her pussy itself, all of it get the promise of being devoured.
“Oluwa!” Annie shouts when his tongue flicks her clit just twice before he sucking that bud and pulling a flood out of his woman. Her legs shake around and fighting got him to get in closer as much as pushing away how it overwhelmed her with new feelings. It makes Annie's core tighten even more to witness Smoke fight her down with ease and further drilling that gifted tongue of his into her.
Annie fully lays back, propped up by the bundled blankets. One hand get a fist full of cloth while the other grips tightly onto the back of Smoke’s head. His grunt of painful pleasure at her grip in his curls the hum over her pussy sending Annie writhing. Smoke further his pursuits in eating Annie out to his heart content.
“Do mi, Do mi! Eli- Eli-jahh, ahh! Ah fuck!” Annie cusses though crying moans as she squirt uncontrollably when his tongue swirls her clit then plunges right into her entrance, drags back up to swirl again.
Smoke is enraptured by her taste, her squirming legs, the slick wetness coming down over his chin and making his dick achy. God everything about Annie in this moment makes Smoke’s dick jump in his drawls.
He turns it up, he needs to stretch her out now.
Annie’s chest rises up and down dramatically as she watches Smoke sit up. It's maddening to see, his mouth, chin, and chest are glisten wet with juices like he was still standing int he rain. He stares her down, making sure Annie watches as he wipes his face, leaving his hand wet with her before placing his pointer and middle finger in his own mouth. Annie watches in awe as Smoke gets them wet in the mix of his own salvia and her juices before circling them over her puffy clit.
“You know how you taste baby?” He rumbles. Annie barely gets a chance to shake her head before Smoke is pressed on top of her. He kisses her deeply as he slips his fingers inside her.
He eats the gasping moan Annie releases, grunting as she sinks her nails into his upper arms at the action. Their kiss is messy, loud, flavorful.
At the same time.
Slowly. In and Out. In and Out.
Two fingers into her entrance, slick thumb coaxing her clit.
Smoke's hand and wrist dripping and a coil starts to tighten in deep in a new place within Annie’s gut. Annie can’t barely kiss back, just pant and moan into his mouth. Smoke pulls his face back a bit so he can watch the look on her face as Annie's breath hitches.
“You here? You gotta stay here baby, you ain’t even got this dick in ya yet.” he tells her. Annie swallows, her hands move from his upper arms to either side of his neck. It is Smoke turn to be putty at the sweet pressure she applies unintentionally. Annie looks surprised for a moment as his eyes rolls he leans on her stiff hands. before her eyes Smoke was now under her will.
Does he like that? Does he knows he likes that?
Annie smirks and goes to do it again but Smoke forces another kiss between the two to dispel her. She laughs for only a second before Smoke rubs a circle around her clit once more and now she’s moaning in his face again.
“Tell me how ya taste.” Smoke whispers with a raspy in her ear as he uses one hand to roughly half pull his boxer down and lube his dick with the hand Annie’s made slick.
“I-I- I don’t-know.” Annie whispers. Smoke kisses her again, dragging his tongue all over hers with sharp intention.
“Try again. How do you taste?” Smoke asks of her as he lines his dick up. Both of them jerk with shaky breath as he teases the tip though her slit.
“O dara!” Annie growls out.
“Good. Now take a deep breath wit me.”
“Elijah…. I-I… Can I do this?”
“Yes ya can Ann. You want it?”
Annie wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling him so his head nearly rests on her shoulder. Smoke's words echo in her ears as she takes a deep breath of him.
His rich scent of tobacco, cedar and wine fills her nose. His warm skin and heavy body presses her sense of touch. The taste of both of them is the only thing she tastes. And his eyes, so deep and dark with love for her, are the only thing that fill Annie’s vision. It fills her with comfort.
It fills her with need.
“I want it.” she whimpers.
“Then you gotta breathe with me baby. Cause I’m going in."
They both take a breath, then let it out as he sinks the tip in until it taps against her entrance.
They take another breath together.
When they let it out, Smoke slowly and tenderly thrusts into Annie.
“Oluwa! Oh my, Elijah! E-”
“God, you’re so damn tight Annie.”
They both hissed out together.
Slowly, with tender care Smoke keeps sinking into Annie. Let her adjust to each inch with a deep moan. They both grunt when he’s finally in all the way. Annie shakes with a whine of overwhelm as he gently drags back then thrust back in making her cry out and drive her nails into his back.
“Good girl. You got this baby, you takin ya dick so good fo’ me.” Smoke praises her, barely holding himself back. He drags out slowly, thrust in.
Slowly. In and Out. In and Out.
Annie cries out and slaps his back.
“Fuck me!” Annie demands with a squeak, making Smoke chuckle and starts at a quick and steady pace. The wood of the loft creaks under them as the rain intensifies. Exchanging breath as the fall to lust. Blankets and pillows rustle as they fall off the bed at their movements.
Smoke grabs Annie’s leg and curl it around his hip , the new angle lets him push deeper into her. Annie's hold around his upper-half tightens in time with that coil in her gut winds up tighter. Annie’s dainty and needy short moan in his ear spur Smoke on even more. His hips buck so that the slap of their skin echoes now. Annie tingly all over, lightheaded, too hot, nerves alive in a brand new way that so scary yet so right.
Only Elijah could do this to her.
“I-I I’m so close ba- fuck! I’m cu-” Annie admits.
“Cum on this dick baby. Let my pussy do what she gotta do. Let it go for me, you can do it. Let me help ya do it." Smoke encourages her as he feels his own nut coming on.
Smoke holds back from wanting to speed up, instead focus on the blown out look in Annie’s eyes. Shit! He can't fuck up the pace that was treating her so rightly. He's gotta make sure his woman's first time is just right, he has to make this perfect.
“Elijah!” Annie screams to the rainy roof and Smoke growls as her legs clamp around him. Her orgasm has him locked in into her fluttering pussy as she shakes through the stars exploding inside her.
Crying his name and to her ancestors Annie pulls him down onto her and their lips crash together, noses sliding over once another. Smoke keeps half-thrusting to help Annie ride through her first orgasm not caused by her own hand. Tears leak out her eyes smearing on both of their faces
“Oh my Annie. Ya look so fucking beautiful.” he tells her in a croaky whisper. Annie whimpers back as Smoke kisses the tears off her cheek. He get two more full thrust before Annie is shaking her head and lightly pushes at his shoulders.
“Easy… too much.. Oh! Oluwa.” Annie breaths out. Smoke swallow because the relief of his ache was right there.
But that's His Annie right there, and she had had enough.
Smoke kisses her shoulder and holds her hips before fully pulling out of her. Annie gasps with a shiver at the loss of Smoke inside of her, she watches as he rolls to the side of her with his dick jumping as it throbs, glistening from the love they just made.
Annie slowly curls on to her side, head to his shoulder as she watches Smoke grasp his shaft and strokes it to finish off. Smoke grunts as he handles himself, getting three slick pumps in before Annie places her hand on his hip. Smoke licks his lips then groans as she slides her hand onto the V on lap to softly grip the base of his shaft. He turns his head to see a look of awe and lust on his woman’s face. To see she was drooling as she watched him stoke it.
“Annie.” he warns as she starts to follow the lead of his hand.
“Let me take care of that dick baby. Don’t it belong to me?” Annie tells him.
“You gonna kill me woman.” Smoke groans as Annie fully takes over with finishing him up with a hand-job. Annie makes quick work of him, Smoke shouts as he cums all over her hand, leaving it sticky and him panting.
Annie brings her hand up to her face, looking over it with fascination before licking his nut off herself. Smoke can’t help but shake his head in awed disbelief at her, Annie moan over the taste of him on her fingers. With a loud plop of her thumb out her mouth Annie grins at him, she leans in and kisses the side of his mouth.
“Do you know how ya taste?” Annie asks him this time. Smoke just chuckles, turns to the side and captures her lips in a sloppy kiss.