Ekene stroked my cheek, his lips and fingertips as light as a breeze. He parted his lips. I did the same, inhaling his breath. Ekene caressed my face, and then his finger brushed my earlobe before trailing down my neck. His mouth pressed harder, grew more insistent, until his tongue pushed inside.
I gasped. The quick flick sparked new quivers through my body. His tongue grazed back and forth, emboldening me to participate in the dance.
I licked, tasted, and then savored the feel of this slippery orifice. Our mouths smashed together, thrusting and probing, the flirting dance gliding into a delicious battle.
Smooth, hard, wet, heat, wanting; I was lost to sensations drenching my body like a rainstorm floods the dry earth. I didn’t want him to stop. And then . . .
His hand brushed across my sheathed breasts. New tremblings raced up my thighs.
I inhaled, but it was his breath I gulped. His mouth held me captive. I thrust forth my bosom as his fingers swept back and forth, my nipples ripening like fruit with his touch.
Ekene slipped my dress over my shoulders, and it gathered in folds at my belted waist. Released from the linen, my breasts yearned for the warmth of his skilled fingertips.
Panting, I broke the kiss to watch.
His gaze fixed on my breasts, he cupped each one and lifted. “They are exquisite. Perfect. Meant to be worshipped.” He lowered his head and blew across them.
My nipples stiffened, pointed toward him. I heard each of my breaths. Felt each of his. Cool. Hot. The whole world was my breasts. They waited for his next exhalation.
“Do you like that?” Ekene asked. “Want more?”
“Yes, yes,” I breathed. I wanted more. Lots more. But of what, I had no idea.
Ekene did.
His thumbs skimmed across my pointed nipples.
I moaned, an apex of pleasure gathering at the tips. “More,” I whispered, and I planted my mouth on his.
Ekene was an obliging lover. An excellent teacher. His thumbs brushed back and forth until he sensed I needed yet more. He withdrew his tongue, trailed it down my neck and over my clavicle to the narrow valley between my breasts.
His wet trail made my skin tingle with yearning. I pushed away the edge of his tunic and ran my fingers over his chest of short dark curls. I pinched his small brown buds, which stiffened with my touch.
“That’s how you want it then?” he murmured between my breasts. He returned the squeeze.
I groaned, arrows of pleasure shooting down my torso and hitting their mark in my woman’s core.
His hand slid to the base of my head and his mouth covered mine, urging me back until I lay prone beneath him.
“Much better.” Ekene kissed my eyes, cheeks, nose, and chin.
He moved downward, sprinkled kisses on my neck and shoulders until his chest pressed tight to my belly, his mouth hovering over my breasts.
Ekene looked up, his eyes dilated with lust. “Do you feel a tug between your legs?”
I felt more than a tug. I pulsed with a heated ache that demanded something be done. “Yes,” I whimpered.
“That means your body is hungry for my cock.” Ekene’s hand snaked down my torso, over my hips, and wedged between our bodies.
“Put it in.”
“No, Destiny. You’re not hungry enough. You can’t have my cock until you’re ravenous.” His hand lay softly on my dress, above my coiled mound. “Have you ever seen a cock?”
“Not up close.”
Ekene grinned and got on his knees. He removed his tunic and untied his short kilt.
My eyes bulged. “It’s…” Huge! Thick as a giant cobra and long as a sand cat’s tail. “That will never fit inside me.” I pushed out my bottom lip. Momma should have found a man with a smaller cock.
“It’ll fit.” Ekene arched his back.
My cunt pulsed harder and faster as Ekene guided my hand to his length. The skin was smoother than I imagined, softer than my inner thigh. I felt his length, traced the ridge encircling the rounded smooth summit, and flicked my finger across the tiny slit. When I looked up, Ekene’s eyes were clouded and his breath came heavy.
“By the gods—Athtar, Hawbas, Almaqah, dhāt-Himyam, and dhāt-Ba’dan—your touch is unlike any woman’s I’ve ever known.” He was panting, gaping at my hand as though it was magic. He uncurled my fingers, swaying a bit as he did so. “Your touch!” He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Are you part goddess?”
Part jinn, but I didn’t tell him that. “I’m just me.”
Ekene took a deep breath and untied the twisted cord around my waist. He kissed my belly button, plunged his tongue inside until I giggled. He tugged my dress over my hips and stared at my womanly whorls.
“Gorgeous.” He wove his fingers through the curls, then pulled my dress past my legs and over my feet. On all fours, he loomed over me and kissed the tip of my nose. “Perfection.”
“Do you put it in now?” I asked, my hips rising off the rug.
“Not yet.” He lowered his head to my breast and circled my nipples with his tongue.
My hips lifted and lowered, the space between my thighs wet as a delta after the rains. I ran my fingers through his close-cropped hair as he licked each breast and sucked each nipple.
“Slow down,” Ekene murmured as his tongue trailed down my stomach.
I spread my eager thighs. “Do it. Do it.”
Instead, Ekene’s tongue snugged into my valley.
“Oh Almaqah!” I cried out and clenched his curls as his tongue swirled into my folds. My hips tilted off the rug and moved to an ancient rhythm. My skin sparkled with pleasure. “Oh oh oh!” My feet flexed and my toes curled.
Pleasure gathered like storm clouds around a mountaintop. A mounting thrill flowed into my delta, which swirled in an agitated eddy of bliss. His tongue went deeper, flicked harder, circled around my swollen bud.
“I need your cock.” My fingers dug into his shoulders.
He shook his head. And his tongue flicked faster.
Another sensation coursed through me, slowly at first, building into a tension that flowed fast and deep, like a stream gushing from a deluge. I was lifted, tugged, dragged powerless into its raging current.
It came like a waterfall. My body pushed over the rocks into a free fall of bliss. My core surged, rippled, flowed into paradise. I cried out—my spirit and senses singing to the sky.
Ekene did not stop. His tongue continued lapping at my gate. The tension rose again, higher this time. I scratched at his back, my hips pushing into his face. I was heading over another waterfall. And then he stopped and lifted his glistening face.
In one swift move, Ekene thrust his eager cock past my virgin seal. I yelped, the pain of his entry merging with my fall into bliss. My song, so clear and loud, ripened into low grunts. Each thrust catapulted me over more cataracts. His hands on each asscheek, he guided me into a rhythm, let me feel the fullness of his cock deep inside, feel its length glide out.
My tender cunt grabbed hold, hugged tight, and pulsed around his cock.
“You’re so tight I can’t hold back much longer.” Ekene slowed his pace.
My cunt throbbed against his cock as yet again I was swept into a swelling bliss.
Ekene moaned like he was in agony. He thrust. Once. Twice. Three times. He hollered to the sky, drove his cock into me. My nethers spouted with glorious release.