Forbidden Evening's Embrace

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, casting a sterile glow on the documents scattered across my desk. It was a dull afternoon, the kind where emails piled up and phone calls dwindled to a trickle. Then, my phone buzzed, shattering the monotony. It was Kemi. “Honey, how’s the office? What’s going on?” Her message was laced with that familiar, slightly desperate tone when she felt neglected.

“Nothing special sweetheart,” I typed back, carefully choosing my words. “Just checking out a client’s file.” A blatant lie, but one I hoped she wouldn’t press for details about. Her next message arrived almost instantly. “Will you be home early?”

“Sure. Before 5 pm, I’ll be home. There isn’t much for me to do here.” It was a calculated response, designed to convey a sense of urgency without revealing too much. Her reply was immediate, and undeniably provocative. “Can’t wait to have you back. I’m kind of lonely & honey. LOL.” A playful jab, but also a blatant invitation. I smiled, a slow, knowing grin spreading across my face. I considered sending a cheeky response, something equally suggestive, but decided to play it cool. Instead, I typed, “I was just thinking about you.”

A few minutes later, a new image flashed across my screen – a close-up of Kemi’s vulva, meticulously shaved and gleaming under the bathroom light. The starkness of the image, devoid of any clothing, hit me with an unexpected force. It wasn’t just the visual stimulation, but the sheer audacity of her request that sent a shiver down my spine. I had seen her naked before, of course, but this was different. This felt… intimate, a deliberate offering of her most vulnerable self. The contrast between the clinical cleanliness of her pubic hair and the raw desire in her eyes was both unsettling and intensely appealing. A wave of heat washed over me, igniting a primal urge to respond in kind.

The thought of photographing my own erection and sending it to her flashed through my mind, but I quickly dismissed it as impulsive. No, I needed to be more thoughtful, more deliberate. I needed to show her that I appreciated her boldness, her willingness to push boundaries. I grabbed my keys, a sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The Lagos traffic was surprisingly light at this time of day, allowing me to navigate the streets with relative ease. My residence in Ikoyi was just a short drive away, and the anticipation built with every passing mile.

When I burst through the front door, Kemi was waiting, leaning against the doorframe in a short, pleated skirt that barely skimmed her knees. Her white, sleeveless blouse was almost transparent, revealing a tantalizing hint of her ample breasts. She rushed forward, pulling me into a fierce embrace, her body radiating heat and longing. “Did I distract you from work?” she asked, a playful guilt in her voice.

“You know I love that sort of distraction from you,” I assured her, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze. “You first, honey before any other thing.” Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself responding with a playful smirk. “Oh, thanks. Nice to hear that, sweetheart. Honestly, I’ve been feeling so lonely and horny this afternoon. I guess it’s the absence of the kids. If they were here with me, I bet it won’t be as bad as this.”

“Just how bad is it?” I teased, reaching out to gently lift the hem of her skirt, giving me a clear view of her vulva. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but her eyes held a desperate plea. “So bad that I have waived my right to foreplay. Just do me right away,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

We were standing in the middle of the living room, the tension palpable. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, and I struggled to maintain my composure. I could feel my own body responding to her invitation, my muscles tensing with anticipation. “I got to eat this,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. I gently pulled up her skirt, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of her vulva. The sight was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but let out a low groan. As I leaned closer, inhaling deeply, I felt a primal urge to lick her, to taste the salty moisture that glistened on her skin. I reached out and gently grazed her lips, sending shivers down her spine.

“Not now sweetheart,” she protested, pushing back slightly. “You’ll eat me later but I just need your hot cock now! No more, no less.” Her words were a challenge, a dare, and I accepted without hesitation. With a swift movement, I stood up and picked her up into my arms. At 6’2” tall, I found it easy to lift her, a familiar and comforting sensation. She wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders, her body pressed against mine, and I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Her right arm secured over my neck and shoulders, she swiftly used her left hand to raise her blouse, exposing her breasts. Instantly, I reached for one of her stiff nipples sucking it passionately as I groped our way to the bedroom. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I yearned to lose control, to succumb to the raw desire that consumed me.

As soon as I deposited her on the bed, we both began to undress with a sense of urgency that a fireman would applaud. She was ready before me and had herself spread-eagled on the bed. Gosh! Her thoroughly exposed and glistening vulva had me salivating so much and licking my lips. The urge to flatten my tongue over it and lick it from north to south was so great but her desire must come first before mine.

As I lowered myself on her, she reached for my very hard member guiding it into her wet presence. She gasped and jerked as I made a hard plunge into her but I kept still briefly to enable her to absorb the shock. A couple of downward thrusts got me fully impaled in her and I savored the warmth and coziness of her most intimate parts spreading all over my manhood.

She soon had her legs wrapped around me and urging me to give it to her hard and fast! As always, her wish is my command and I went gaga, pounding her as she always wanted it while she yelled and scratched my back all the way. She reached her climax shortly and yelled my name as she came. Perhaps that triggered my climax as I came instantly howling like a wild animal and telling her how much I loved her.

I collapsed on her, panting hard as she caressed me lightly and also telling me she loved me. The world seemed to fade away, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of her body against mine, the rhythmic pounding of our hearts, and the sheer pleasure of surrendering to our shared desire. It was a moment of pure bliss, a testament to the power of intimacy and the depth of our connection.

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