Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Twenty

With every piece of clothing Demola removed, he kissed me, his lips trailing on every inch of exposed skin. When he'd dropped me in my bed a few minutes ago, I'd begged him to make me forget, to make love to me. Those were the words I said, and before I could freak out for the L word that had unwittingly slipped out, Demola kissed me.

I panted, my hands roaming over his body, holding him as tightly as possible. Maybe it was the perceived loss of my family, but I just wanted to be close to him. He settled between my thighs, his jean-clad erection pressing against my clit. Demola kissed my stomach, his hands pushing my shirt up. I reached down and tugged the shirt off completely, then pulled his lips back to mine.

I felt feverish, my entire body was trembling with an emotion I didn't want to acknowledge. "Please Demola." I wasn't sure what I was begging for, words failed me. I just needed him so much.

"What do you need?" he whispered against my skin. "I'll do anything for you, baby."

"Touch me, kiss me." I was desperate.

"I am baby. Can't you feel me?"

I sat up and began attacking his jeans. Demola leaned back to push his jeans and boxers down and then he was sinking inside me, his clothes only halfway off. I wrapped my arms around his legs, pulling him as close as he could go and then fused our lips together. He was perfect against me and inside me. He felt hot, incredibly hot and different from all the times when he used a condom.

"Dani," he groaned. "You feel so good, too good."

Right then, lost in the pleasure of his body, I stopped myself from worrying about the fact that there was no protection between us. A rubber would reduce how I felt. With him completely bare to me, it felt like Demola was mine and that I was his. I've never wanted to be possessed by someone so bad. This thing between us was too much, there was no way he wasn't feeling it.

"Fuck me, love me," I pleaded.

Demola moved inside me, both of us crying out and holding onto each other tighter. He kissed my lips, my closed eyes, all over my face, all the while he kept muttering sweet words onto my skin, telling me how good I felt, how perfect and how beautiful I was.

"Come for me baby. I want to feel you," he pleaded. I was close, so close. Demola's fingers slipped between our damp, sweaty bodies, coming to rest against my clitoris. He rubbed against me, strumming those perfect fingers against where I needed him so badly.

"I love you," I screamed as I found my orgasm, my body jerking and shaking uncontrollably.

"I love you too, Dani." It was his response as he too found his release that alerted me to the fact that I'd just confessed to him.

"What?" I panted.

"Baby, I've never felt like this before. I love you, Daniella. Please be mine."

"Yes, yes." I kissed him passionately, feeling him still moving inside me, his softening cock twitching as hot liquid pumped into me. He kissed me back just as strongly, his hands finding purchase in my hair so he could deepen the kiss. I wanted to remain like this forever, I wanted to be connected to him as I felt this new bond forge between us.

However, Demola pulled out from me but didn't go far. He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, this place becoming my new favorite. He kissed my forehead and I bit my lips to stop the questions wanting to spill out from my mouth. I wanted to know where we go from here. What did he mean by telling me to be his? His in what way? Were we now a couple? But I had to leave soon and I still had school and he had his life. Could we do long distance? I didn't mind traveling to see him when I could, but would he do that for me?