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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Within hours of meeting Omar's family, it became apparent that who he was as a man was a reflection of his parents.
Physically, he drew similarities with both of his parents equally, but who he was at his core was a perfect blend of their personalities.
Omar's father was a hardworking and disciplined man, and Omar possessed the same work ethic and determination. On the other hand, his mother was compassionate and caring, qualities that Omar also exhibited in his interactions with others. It was clear that he had inherited the best of both his parents, making him a well-rounded and admirable individual.
A few days had passed since they had flown in to Atlanta from Memphis, and already, Avery had completely warmed to Omar's parents and his younger brother, Maleek.
"I should be up and out of bed by now, but I can't seem to tear myself away from you," Avery murmured sleepily, lifting her head from Omar's chest to gaze into his eyes.
"Please don't blame me for your laziness," Omar said teasingly, a groan ripping from his throat as he raised his hands above his head to stretch his tired muscles as he lay in bed.
Avery chuckled, running her fingers over his du-rag covered hair. "If my memory serves me correctly, you're the one who said they needed to have sex last night," she paused, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
Omar's cheeks flushed slightly, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I might have mentioned something along those lines," he admitted, a twinkle in his eyes.
Avery laughed, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips. "Well, who could resist such persuasive arguments?" she asked rhetorically.
"It smells like my mom is making breakfast," Omar interjected, his thoughts momentarily shifting to the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen.
Getting out of the bed, walked over to Omar's dresser and picked out a fresh change of clothes for the day. "I'll be quick," Avery said with a smile, glancing back at Omar as she headed towards the bathroom to freshen up.
Spreading his tired limbs, Omar sat up on his bed, the sound of running water lulling him into the bathroom to join Avery in her morning routine. He leaned against the bathroom doorframe, watching her with a soft smile as she washed her face and brushed her teeth.
Walking further into the bathroom, Omar grabbed his own toothbrush and began to brush his teeth next to Avery, their reflection in the mirror showing a peaceful and content couple getting ready for the day ahead. The comfortable silence between them was a testament to their deep connection and understanding.
As they finished getting ready, Omar wrapped his arms around Avery from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I love you," he whispered, the words filled with sincerity and warmth.
Avery turned in his embrace, her eyes meeting his with equal love and affection. "I love you too, Omar," she said, reaching up to cup his face in her hands before planting a soft kiss on his lips.
