Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Nine

My chest heaved as I inhaled and exhaled. Demola's eyes remained on mine as he slowly lowered his hand. He pressed the bullet against my chest, letting me feel the vibrations before slowly dragging it over my nipple. I shot out of the bed but his other hand pushed me back.

"The fun is just starting, right Dani?" He grinned at me. He alternated the toy between my nipples that had pebbled really hard. This was just too much. It usually took me a while to be stimulated by my own toys but just a few minutes in, Demola already had me whimpering.

I was still fully clothed but from how thin my night wear was, it was almost as if he was touching my skin. I was getting lost in the madness that was Demola. Flashes of how he'd left me hanging the other time made me grit my teeth. If he repeated that, I promised myself I'd slap him so hard.

Demola moved so he was leaning over me and his legs were pushing my thighs apart. I bucked forward so I could press him to my needy spot but he shifted back, that annoying grin back on his face.

"It's not nice to tease," I breathed out. "If you're going to repeat what happened before and just leave me hanging, you better stop."

He eyed me but said nothing. Demola dragged the toy between my thighs and pressed it against my crotch. My shorts were already so wet and I just wanted them off. He stayed my hands when I reached for the waistband, pulling them above my head and pinning it down. His free hand penetrated my shorts and pressed the toy against my heat, then he left it there. The vibrations were not quite where I wanted and I tried shifting. My movement only displaced the toy so I stayed still and decided to trust that Demola knew what he was doing.

With his free hand, he pushed my shirt up and then his mouth was on my breast. I moaned at the contact, enjoying the way he dragged the pebbled nipple with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. He alternated between the mounds for a few minutes before letting go of my hands. They found their way to his hair and pressed his head into my chest. His hand massaged my other breast as he thoroughly cared for the former.

His mouth left a hot trail as he kissed down my body, going south. Demola dragged my shorts down and away before kissing my abdomen and then the short hairs that trailed further south. I let out a ravaged moan as his mouth closed around my lips. He gave them a tentative lick before pushing the vibrator against my clit. I almost exploded from the pleasure as Demola ate me out while rubbing against my most sensitive spot.

It took everything for me to not close my legs around his head and trap him there. Imagining how my uncle and Aunt would react to finding out I suffocated him between my thighs was the only thing that stopped me. He pushed the toy between my folds and began licking my clit. I was going to come apart any moment from now. Somehow, he must have heard me because he hastened his movement.

I screamed as I broke, thankful that the staff lived in a different building. Demola didn't stop; he just continued to sap up every wetness I expended until I was limp and pliable. He sat up, a twinkle in his eyes as he wiped the evidence of my pleasure away with the back of his hand. I lost it at that moment. My body jerked off the bed as I attacked him like some feral animal. He caught me and laughed as I tackled him to the bed, fusing our lips.

We hadn't ever locked lips and I was unprepared for how right it felt. It took him a few seconds to kiss me back, but when he did, Demola dominated the kiss. He cradled my head with his hands, angling me so he could have access to me and kiss me the way he wanted. His tongue thrust into my mouth, making me melt as he began to fuck my mouth with his tongue. The kiss was far from gentle and was more of a savage claiming.

My hands trailed down his heated body until I was tugging on the lacing on his shorts. Demola let me, surprisingly. He was hard and heavy in my hand. Freeing him of the confines of his shorts, he shivered as I squeezed. I hadn't touched a lot of penises before but Demola was big. I wondered briefly if the first time would hurt like I've heard, but I was too turned on to stop now.

I placed him between my thighs and began to slowly move, rubbing my wet cunt all over his dick. Demola groaned, pulling away from my lips and trailing kisses down. He tugged my shirt away from my body and began playing with my breast. I wanted him inside me but was hesitant to take that step. Thankfully, Demola seemed to be okay with us grinding against each other. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up and down, his length sliding between my pussy lips.

Our movements were slow and precise as we found our rhythm and stuck to it. Before long I was climaxing again, this time with quiet, tired whimpers. I collapsed atop him and he gently rubbed my back till I was seeing straight again. Shimmying off him, I began to massage his dick. I had climaxed twice so it would be selfish of me to leave him like that, even though he totally deserved it. My fingers gripped him tightly, noting the way he groaned, and began to move faster. He was already wet and slick from all the juices I'd leaked so jerking him off was quite easy.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, seconds later, he did. I continued pumping till I'd milked him of everything. Demola threw a hand over his eyes and began laughing, his body shaking.

Refusing to ask him why, I stood up and padded to the bathroom where I washed my hands and thenrinsed off between my thighs. Feeling sufficiently cleaner, I went back in to grab my clothes and put them back on. Demola was on his phone, texting so I quietly walked out. After all, I'd had my fun, there was no point in staying back. It wasn't like we could actually snuggle with each other and whisper to ourselves. That would be stupid and impossible.

I shut my door behind me, recounting what had just happened. Did I regret it? No. Did it sate the need I had for Demola? It didn't, instead it had stoked the fire. I wasn't sure what I wanted from him anymore. Would everything be better if I let him bed me properly? I didn't know but I was a little bit excited to find out.

My phone rang just then and I reached for it, already knowing who would be calling.

"Good morning Mom," I greeted.

"Kosi darling." Her voice sounded brighter than before. Would it be too much to hope that she and Dad had worked things out? "Since you don't want to call, I decided to do the calling."

"Mom, you know it's not like that."

"How are you? How's Lagos treating you? I hope you've been behaving?"

My mind wandered to my early morning tryst with Demola. If only mother knew what I was getting to. I was definitely not behaving. However, what she didn't know would not hurt her.

"Of course. Lagos is boring so far, but I'm good. I'm just counting down the three weeks left till I get back."

"Ok. My regards to your Uncle and Aunt o. Don't forget to help out around the house," she advised.

"I will let them know you called. What of Daddy? How's he?"

"Hello?" she said, her voice seeming to come from a distance. "Network is bad darling. I can't hear you. Let's catch up some other time." Mom ended the call abruptly, leaving me to wonder if it was really network disturbing her or if she was avoiding talking about my father.

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