Little droplets form in the corners of her eyes, and I’m about to provide additional reassurance when she leans in for the most romantic kiss I ever had. Our tongues move slowly and cautiously in unison as I maneuver us to my bed. I lower her onto the white cotton sheets, but she doesn’t disentangle herself.
She smiles between the kisses and my tongue licks her teeth. “Thought you’d never put me down,” she jokes.
“I said I’d never drop you,” I correct, laughing with her. “I’m setting you down gently, the only way you should be. On a soft surface, with a man between your knees.”
“Oh, is that man coming soon?” She breaks apart and looks behind me in a mock search.
I shake my head in disbelief with a chuckle. “He canceled, so I’m filling in. Hope that’s okay?”
Her head cocks for a beat before she moves back into my personal space and tugs on my lower lip. “I can manage.”
Our moment goes from romantic to lustful. I nip at her top lip, pull back, and watch as she discards her dress. Moyo is gorgeous, no question about that, but watching her dark skin against the white sheets with her eyes on me is the most breathtaking sight. I’m never having sex with her in the dark. Every curve, roll, and bit of skin must be illuminated so I can worship at her altar.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe, and lean in to kiss between her breasts. Her hands fly to her bra straps, but I stop her. I need to take my time with her. Slowly, I pull each strap down.
I make my way down her body, kissing every inch of skin before kneeling. My tongue swipes at my lower lip in anticipation, preparing to enter the promised land again. With shaking hands, I slide her thighs apart. And like anyone before a deity, I lay offerings in the form of kisses.
“Niyi,” she whimpers.
My hands slide under her thighs to pull her closer to the edge of the bed. She lifts her head, and I see the top of her forehead and her beautiful wavy hair. She moans my name into the air—the most gorgeous sound in the universe.
“Niyi,” she cries out, clawing at the little curls on my past-overdue haircut. She tugs harder when my only response is a moan against her center, so I look up. She’s sweaty, her eyes glossy, and absolutely gorgeous.
I can’t help but smile. This woman is everything, and it validates my entire existence that I give her some happiness.
“Mr. Looku Looku,” she pants. “Are you just gonna stay there?”
I’m hooked. “Just admiring.”
Moyo’s heavy breathing fills the room as she watches me take off my pants. Her rosy lips part and her gorgeous nipples harden as I slowly put on a condom.
The bed dips as I join her. And like unleashed animals, it’s a frenzy of kisses from the both of us, mine across her décolletage and hers across my neck. She grazes me several times, nicking and sucking. Her hot, wicked mouth leaves marks, but I don’t care. Anyone can know I am hers; it’s already written in my heart. There’s no hiding it.
She grabs my sheathed, throbbing dick and places it at her entrance, slathering it with her wetness, making me draw in a sharp breath. The feel of her sends me into a form of primal madness. Sex has never felt this urgent or essential. Have I ever genuinely felt for someone before?
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, breathless.
I answer without thinking, “About how I’ve never felt like this.”
She pauses several seconds. I’m about to take back everything when she pulls me closer and kisses me with an intensity that takes the breath from my lungs.
“Neither have I, if I’m being honest,” she whispers. My forehead drops to hers, and we stay there, eye to eye, as Moyo guides me in. It takes all the restraint I can muster to keep from cursing once I’m fully inside. Her eyes shut and her nails suffocate my bicep. We pause for a second, taking in the new sensations of being physically joined.
“Shit,” we say simultaneously, and then both laugh.
I start with slow, steady movements. Taking my time with each stroke as I adjust to the intoxicating sensation. As I stare into her hooded eyes, tension builds and I shut mine. After craving this for so long, letting it end so quickly would be criminal.
“Hey.” Moyo caresses my face, and my eyes open in response. “Look at me,” she commands. “Are you getting close?” She bites her bottom lip, and it almost sets me off.
“Yes.” The word comes out jagged. It’s becoming harder to worship her without finishing too fast.
Her hips raise and buck, spurring me on. To keep pace, my strokes gain speed and power.
“Sunshine, you feel so fucking good,” I moan as I thrust into her, the bed moving to our rhythm. She responds, but the words get lost in the motions. Desperate for more, I place one of her legs over my shoulder, letting me sink deeper.
“Harder, baby,” she mewls, and the term of endearment makes me snap. I thrust in and out of her with quick, hurried movements like a starved man finally getting a meal, sweat and expletives dropping with every stroke. Her big, beautiful brown eyes haven’t once strayed from mine. The intimacy unravels me.
“I’m coming,” I announce and let go, collapsing on top of her. Moyo squeezes everything out of me, and a spasm ripples through my body. It takes me a moment to remember how to breathe, but when I do, she’s staring at me, wide-eyed and giggling.
