Erotic acts are instinctive; they fulfil a role in nature. The idea is familiar, but it is one that contains a paradox: there is nothing more natural than sexual desire; there is nothing less natural than the forms in which it is manifest and satisf...
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Despite Nicole being in attendance for the weekend's festivities, Avery wasn't nearly as bothered as she thought she'd be to occupy the same spaces as Omar's ex. Especially without warning.
"Omar, I promise you I'm fine with it." Avery smiled softly as she joined him in bed, crawling on top of him so she could straddle his waist.
"But I just want to make sure you're okay too," Omar replied, looking up at Avery with concern in his eyes. Avery leaned down, brushing her lips against his, "I appreciate that, but I trust you completely. Nicole is in the past, and I'm here with you now." Omar's worry melted away as he pulled her closer, grateful for her understanding and confidence in their relationship.
"You trust me?" Omar smirked.
"More than anyone else, daddy." Avery gently whispered, her voice filled with mixture of lust and affection. Omar's heart skipped a beat at Avery's endearing words, the nickname she used sending a jolt of desire through him.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of love and admiration for the strong and secure woman straddling him, her unwavering trust in him making him feel like the luckiest man alive. As they lost themselves in each other's embrace, the presence of Nicole seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by the deep and intense bond they shared. Lifting her from on top of him, Omar stood up from the bed before placing her back down on it.
Sitting Avery on the edge of their bed, Omar took the armchair from the other side of the bedroom and placed it adjacent to her.
He took in the way her plush white robe clung to her body, leaving no room for the imagination as she sat relatively naked before him.
Her skin was still warm and slightly damp from the shower she had just taken, and her once perfect baby hairs had begun the process of sweating out. Her face free of any makeup as she wore her seeing glasses over her almond shaped eyes.
"Raise your feet to the bed and spread yourself open," Omar whispered, his voice husky with desire. Avery complied, her cheeks flushing slightly as she followed his command. The air between them crackled with anticipation, the tension palpable.
A groan ripped from Omar's throat as Avery used her fingers to spread her pussy, her breath hitching as her fingers slipped against her arousal.
With a hungry look in his eyes, Omar moved closer, his hands reaching out to touch her exposed intimacy. Avery's body quivered under his touch, her breath coming out in shallow gasps. The sensation of his fingers exploring her most intimate parts sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but arch her back in response.
"This shit is so good," Omar drawled as he slowly eased his fingers in and out of Avery, feeling her warmth and wetness enveloping him. She moaned softly, her eyes closed in pleasure, completely lost in the moment.
Avery let out a whimper as she rolled her hips against his hand, his long, thick fingers dragging over her spot with precise skill. The intensity of the pleasure building within her was overwhelming, her body responding to his touch with an urgency she couldn't control.
