Leticia traces a finger down the length of Jonah’s shirt, stopping at the buckle of his belt. She tugs him closer and spreads her thighs half an inch on the counter top, giving him an invitation to come closer. She knew what he meant, knew that he wanted to talk about that night, how she ran from his apartment as soon as he fell asleep. How they hadn’t spoken since. But Leticia simply did not have the answers Jonah was looking for then or now. All she could think about in that particular moment was how good he felt against her skin, how much she wanted to pull his undershirt up and over his head, for him to just shut up and kiss her already.

He must have read her mind because the next thing she knew his hand was gripping the base of her skull, fingers tangling in her braids. He forces her head up to his and wraps a free arm around her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She relaxes into his hold and allows him to tug a little harder on her hair. Without skipping a beat, she reaches one hand up to cup his face and snakes the other around him, fingers dancing up his lower back.

Jonah pulls her by her waist to the edge of the counter then rakes that same hand down to her meaty thigh, squeezing and hiking it up against him. Leticia hooks her leg around him as best she can and leans back on the counter, pulling him with her. He kisses down her neck, nipping as he reaches the hemline of her dress. He bites down and begins to suck on the boob meat that’s exposed from her cleavage, the sharp pain sending a jolt of excitement through her. Pleased at the reaction he stirs in her, he continues down her breast, slowly trailing his tongue along her soft skin, until he reaches the budding tip of her nipple. Jonah flicks his tongue slowly and methodically before taking it softly between his teeth. At this, Leticia rakes her fingers across his cropped hightop, uncaring of the mess she makes of his manicured fro. While she shimmies the short sleeves of her dress further down her shoulders Jonah slips a hand in between the two of them, one finger gently grazing the fabric of her panties. Leticia tries to open her legs a little further and he smiles against her breast kissing softly, his finger firmly pressing into her in small circles to match the rhythm of his tongue. She groans and rocks her hips a little in motion with his hand, trying to soak up as much friction as she can. She nibbles on the lobe of his ear and groans again. Taking the hint, Jonah sits up and pulls his hand away, making eye contact with her while he slowly slips his hand into her soaked panties. She bites her lower lip and leans back arching into his hand. Jonah makes the same small circles, now with his thumb and maneuvers his middle and ring finger slowly against her folds. He goes to grip the base of her neck again, forcing Leticia up as he reclaims her mouth. Between the kiss and his hand between her legs it's almost enough to send her over the edge and she feels it deep inside herself, the strands of that ball tightening further and further ready to snap and rock her all over.

Jonah pulls away just enough to bite on her lower lip, another move to push her even further. “I want to hear you”, he breathes out.

“Yes?”

“Tell me, Letty”.

“Tell you what?”

He kisses down her cheeks, nibbling at her jaw and back to her throat. “How you feel. That you love this. That you want me as much as I want you. Tell me and I’ll fuck you right now on this counter”.