"I have to get ready for work," I tell him since it's a Saturday today.438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxceQZdORYb
"It's 4 a.m. and your work starts at 8. Go back to sleep." His grey eyes bore into mine, and it's as if he's seeing through my soul. I didn't even know what time it was before I said that, the only thing that I'm aware of is that I can't sleep. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6joWBZ4jXO
"I can't," I grumble. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDI69yOILMa
"You want me to put you back to sleep?" 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk1eFlKS15Q
"What do you mean?" I ask him, hearing the sudden suggestiveness in his voice. It's as if the conversation has gone 180° in the space of a few seconds. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwG23gAQATu
"Wear you down," he replies with a smirk as he looks at me, now seated in the sofa. His body is as relaxed as it could possibly be as he looks at me with playful eyes. I don't know exactly what he's going to do, what to make of the double entendre in his words, before he gives me one simple command:438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgmJHjZ2fi
"Run." 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVWikAGmJA5
I'm a bit dumb sometimes when I'm around him because of his beauty and perfection, so it takes me a few seconds to register what he said to me. It's enough time for him to roll his eyes and lean forward, which kick starts my brain, allowing me to not-so-stealthily rise to my feet, and take off like a tortoise. I know that he can more than catch me. Still, I run from him, until he gets bored of pretending to chase me, and he sweeps me off my feet, and over his shoulder. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUH0MFzsFws
"Kwamé! Put me down!" I command him. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK9l0I3Z9ta
"Nope." 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGN6bzuV80B
I groan and wiggle my body on an attempt to be set free. He completely ignores me.438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIcOoSCiIsG
"Kwamé!" 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlKB8rfEB7H
"Give up."438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbJC9InIQLT
From my upside down position, I can see that we're crossing the threshold to my bedroom. I get nervous, knowing that any card can play now, but at the same time, I'm excited.
He throws me down onto the bed, and as my backside hits the sheets, I feel myself getting wet, soaking right through the damn underwear. The nightgown that I'm wearing is incredibly granny-like and unsexy, but I don't have much time to think about it because he tears it right off of my body.
"I love the smell of you," he growls as his eyes begin to redden, and he tries his hardest to her them under control. I pant underneath him as he strips out of his pyjamas, until he's left in just boxers. I can see his erection straining through them as it tries it's hardest to break free. A memory of what Akatua said about me having calves comes to mind, and I actually snort.
"What's so funny?" he growls as he presses his fingers right up against my pussy. I moan in response.
"Nothing," I whimper.
"Nothing?" he asks me, as if trying to make sure that I'm being honest. Out of nowhere, he pinches my nipple and twisting hard. I cry out.
"Don't fucking lie to me."
"Okay! I won't!"
"Good," he replies, releasing my nipple.
"I was thinking... oh, God... about when Akatua said that I'd have... calves," I tell him, moaning out the last word. I feel slightly embarrassed, but too turned on to allow it to distract me for long.
"You want me to knock you up?" he says, pushing his fingers under my panties and pulling on my clit. My back arches on its own accord as I rock my hips back and forth, trying to find some friction. "You want me to make you come around my cock, come so many times that you beg me to stop?" He's rubbing my clit now, in small circles, too slowly for it to be even remotely satisfying for me.
"Please, Kwamé," I beg him as the movement of my hims speeds up.
"Please what?"
"Faster."
"You're greedy," he comments with a smirk, seeming to mock me with his eyes.
"Kwamé, come on," I whimper, only to hear him sigh. It's a sound that tells me that I should probably have shut up, that he's probably going to give me more than I bargained for.
He tears off my underwear with one swift movement, pulling them apart before dropping the shredded fabric on the floor. My legs spread and my knees bend without him having to ask. Then, he spreads my puffy lips and pulls back the hood of my clit, exposing the swollen, sensitive organ to the world.
"Oh fuck," I whisper, before he gently runs the nail of his thumb against the tip of my clit. It's enough to drag a deep sob from the centre of my chest. My hips speed up as my body tries to fuck his hand, all while I scream and sob my throat out from the pleasure of being played with by him. I feel myself nearing my climax, and I know that it's going to be far better than any climax I've given myself. I cry out his name as I come, only for him to not stop, to shove two fingers into my cunt while he uses his thumb to play with my clit.
"I can't," I sob but my mouth and body are saying two different things. My hips speed up, and I grab his arm and hold it so that I can thrust with more accuracy.
"You aren't acting like you can't," he murmurs as he pulls yet another orgasm from my body, making me throw my head back and scream so loudly, Akatua can probably hear us from her house.
"One more," he bargains, slowing down enough to give me a chance to refuse, and speeding up again when I don't.
"Fuck me," I cry, because it's not enough. I want more. I need more.
"One day," he promises as he looks into my eyes. They're aflame now, and it only serves to make me wetter, knowing that I'm doing that to him, I'm turning him on by simply reacting.
"I'm going to come," I declare, and in response, he sinks three fingers into my pussy while pressing down on my clit with his thumb.
"Fucking come," he growls as the wave of pleasure hits into me. It shakes me, resonates in the marrow of every bone in my body. I don't think that I've ever cried this hard in my life, and I'm not even embarrassed about it. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmGl9edrXUG
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"What are we doing, Kwamé?" I ask him as I lie beside him in my bed, my head on his chest. He's playing with my hair as I come down from that magnificent, orgasmic high. Kwamé has a wicked set of fingers, and of we continue on this trajectory, there is no way that we won't end up having sex.438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFjM5Xx7BcL
"I don't know." I hear a sadness in his voice, and it saddens me, too. It makes me feel as if I'm a regret, as if he wishes that the past hour never happened. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOeKeTHNk0a
"I'm terrified of hurting you," he tells me. The ironic part is that the look in his eyes hurts far more than he could ever fathom. "I just want to give you what you deserve. I'm trying, Nya." 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSfOnF2D6jp
"You regret it," I whisper. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9b8QT2zoUu
"No, I don't, Nya. I'm glad that this happened. It was an interesting experience. A good experience." 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQQXQvH2FH9
"You sure?" I ask him. 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1y2QnddozP
"Yes. It was amazing. You're amazing."438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhJ6HRDKWbm
Before either of us could say something else, the knocking on the door catches our attention. If I'm not mistaken, Kwamé's body language shifts just before the person knocks on the door. I guess a heightened sense of hearing does that to you.438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYzl85RPBVm
"You know who it is?" 438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2v9Wd6TMaF
"Yeah," he mutters. I don't even need him to say it, because the look of calmness and underlying joy on his face tells me. Still, he says her name.438Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4XA4njX09P
"Akatua."
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