I wake up sweating in that big blue bed in Kinshasa. Heart pounding. Dreams mix Afghanistan dust with Lydia’s chocolate skin. She’s curled on me, peaceful. Her breath steadies me. Can’t help it—hand strokes her kinky hair. Slides down her smooth back. God, that cocoa flesh. Fingers linger on her hips, that perfect arch. Legs wrap my thigh. Her bush tickles. My cock hardens against her. She feels it.
“Baby, please. I’m so comfy. Be good.”
The Awakening Heat
“You’re too fucking gorgeous. Couldn’t stop.”
“Sleep more. You’ll thank me.”
I drift off dreamless. Wake again, gripped by loss. She’s gone. Room empty. Panic hits. Her warmth—gone.
“You look wrecked! What’s wrong?” Her voice from the bathroom, husky.
“Thought you ditched me!”
“Never. Prepping a surprise. Nigerian friend told me. Creamed up my whole body with scented lotion. You lick it all off, love.”
She sways in, hips rolling. Eyes wild. Cinnamon-vanilla hits me. I grab her mid-room. She pushes back.
“Mouth and tongue only. No hands. Clean every bit, then I’m yours. Not before.”
She’s slathered head to toe. Naughty minx. Excitement surges. This game’s mine. Kneel at her ankle. Tongue laps up. Salty-sweet, not matching the spice scent. Up her calf. Skirt the knee. Dive between thighs. Swerve to hip. Ignore that open compass, lips parted, glistening. Tease repeats. She trembles. Sighs build. Fast. Loud. Left leg clean. Right next. Each time, graze her groin. Brush that swollen mound. Cream mixes with her slick. Musky heaven calls. But no. Heroic wait.
Arms next. Face. Nibble ears, neck—giggles erupt. “Tickles! Fuck!” Eyes, forehead, cheeks. Dodge her begging mouth. Wash her bush slow. Ignore that stiff clit pulsing. Up to navel. Tongue circles belly. Push her to bed. Feet on floor. Back untouched—lucky. Quick throat swipe. Under tits. Circle mounds. Figure-eights. She writhes. Hold her hands down.
Left nipple nears. Tease areola. Dark chocolate ring. Switch hills. She thrashes. “Sadistic prick!”
Finally, suck those peaks. Tongue flicks wild. “Fiiiinally!” Groan rips out.
“You wanted this!”
Devouring Every Inch
“Fuck me now! Please!”
“Not done cleaning.”
Main course: those plump lips. Cream gone—replaced by honey flood. Lick folds. Pink pearls peek. Dive into cave. Suck nectar. Tongue-fuck deep. Up to clit. She yanks my hair. Forced. Suck that nub. Hard. She bucks.
“Inside me! Now!”
Pulls me up. Devours my mouth. Guides my throbbing cock. Slide into velvet grip. Pure softness engulfs. Tears well—happy ones.
“Crying?”
“Bliss, baby.”
Slow thrusts. Nibble tits, ears, neck. Moans spur me. Speed up. Deep, shallow. She flips us. Rides hard. Muscles milk me. Tits brush my chest. Lips butterfly kisses. Hands roam. Breaths ragged. Sweat slicks us. Cum builds slow. She waits—holds back. I erupt. Long spurts. Her scream peaks. Collapses on me.
“Thank your friend,” I gasp.
“Damn right.”
Sleep claims us, spiced dreams.
We stir at one. Lazy. Shower together. Soap slips. Kisses turn fierce. Dry off. Stumble to lunch. Her dad grins sly. Knows. Wife’s away—church. Talk turns deep. My Afghan past. Massoud. Sorcery whispers. Kibombo witches. Her power. Chills me. Thrill of the forbidden.
Dinner out. Quiet spot. Beers flow. Laughs. Back home. Soft fuck. Sleep hits. Secret burns sweet. I dared. Lived it. No regrets.