And so, he stood inches away from the door. The network of nerves had rendered him senseless. She moved a tongue's length closer to him, ever more confident, having sprung from her sexual reserves to unveil this new self.
Darius adjusted the fuzz from his lens, sipped in the view of this beautiful woman clad in evening attire. The low-cut, ivory-lace ensemble wrapped her figure snugly, accentuating her breasts. Cinnamon chips—sumptuously taut, A-sized morsels pierced through the silk-soft negligee.
Ginny stopped for a few seconds to pluck the lining of her panties, adjusting her thigh-highs. She looked strikingly hot and caramel-esque. Her salacious legs, feminine smooth with light muscular ridges, slender; with a dose of sensual awareness exuding from her skin.
Wherever she walked this underlying sense of quiet self lingered. She had been blooming before him in exotic display. His Latin rose sans the thorns.
Darius moved away from the door. Sometimes it appeared ajar, almost speaking to him. Mind started to fuck with him. It was a tempting exit. One that would easily have him mumbling curse words down the stairwell, stumbling.
The fire escape had been another haunting proposition just one room to his left.
"What's the matter with you?" Her eyes rummaged for anything he'd kept smothered in his soul, including the microscopic truth.
"Shocked?" Ginny added confusion with a smile.
"Ummm—yeah, I am." He followed up with a bit of nervous laughter, attempting to play off the fact that less than thirty minutes prior to Ginny's surprise, his cock enjoyed a game of gag and swallow courtesy of Tammi's frenetic mouth.
"Darius, you look fucked up!" She laughed, moved her head back, examining the weight of Saturday night's toll as evidenced across his grill.
She hadn't known this Tammi girl. Never saw her, but had unknowingly shared her beau's flesh, having lapped three quarters of his doggedness.
"I'm fine." He regained himself, rubbed the palm of his hands against his thighs, smearing sticky remnants of mix, lingering traces of Tammi into his jeans. Distractedly, he played with his digits, rolling them before his slit-heavy eyes.
"Okay, so you're unfocused. Does this mean I have to do all the work?" She chuckled. "Wait a minute babe," Ginny kicked off her pink, feathery heels; left the room in search of seductive, mood music.
"Whaa—"
"We need us some Luther!" She shouted from kitchen.
"VANDROSS is fine, baby!
She danced her way back into the living room- ever closer, lip-synching, "A House Is Not A Home."
Darius' breath fell deeper. The once sweet and perfumed air in the room went dry. He sucked his palate and scratched the top of his bald-sweaty dome, walking clumsily in tiny circles.
Just then the phone rung out its distraction, leaving him with only seconds to peruse the damage, blurrily revealed. Ginny doubled back, scooped the receiver, walking scantily towards the glint of moonlight.
Something rumbled in his belly. He tried to figure in his dizzily haze whether he had left her with his number.
"Fuck, if it was Tami-Lynn!" He allowed the scenario to swell.
"DARIUS..." Ginny called out.
"Huh?"
"It's my mom."
"Why?!"
"She needs you to..."
Abruptly, Ginny returned her attention to the call and then hung up, affecting a look of sorrow stitched on her face.
"What's up with your mom?" He asked wryly.
"It's just that she and my aunt went at it again." Ginny collapsed onto the sofa chair. "My aunt sometimes gets in these kinda moods and just drinks. It happened ever since her husband died."
"That's too bad. So everything is okay now? You're mom, she all set with a ride?"
"Her taxi just got there. She'll be here in ten."
"Well, alright, I'm getting into the shower now. Work was long and I stopped to get some brews with Bernard. By the way, Bethany says hi." "You should've called me, I would've joined you guys. But, then again, I wanted to surprise you. Darius, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You know, I'm just tired. Truth be told, I had a few so I really need to wake up a bit. I appreciate you." He kissed her forehead. "Let me get in this shower. I'll talk to you when I'm out."
Darius ended the conversation, tip-toeing through romantic props and candle lights, en route to the master bedroom. The turns of guilt fermented in his guts. The time to have offered consolation should've happened minutes ago, but the art of preservation prevailed.
He removed all evidence quickly. Threw the jeans and button-down shirt in the sink, ran a bit of water and then proceeded to wash the cum-spots out with hygienic hand-soap.
When it was good enough, he then tossed the items, convincingly, outside the stall.
"Babe," Ginny arrived moments later, muffling through the sprays. "I know...you're in...shower...but... left...clothes... they're all wet!" "Precisely," he whispered.
Moments later, just before passing out, he overheard Ginny's mom cursing about the entire episode in Spanish. It would take nearly twenty fours hours before the wavering sense of alcohol would fade.
He awoke with the morning's blur still in his eyes, having coasted from one dream sequence to the next, allowing segments of the night's activities to sift.
He awoke for something splendidly wet kept drawing his cock into a euphoric rise. Darius widened his eyes, looked beneath the covers to find Ginny there with a surprising smile.
She played nervously, clasping tightly on his dick, struggling to work out a definitive rhythm. Her mouth imparted aquatic warmth. There she looked up at him completely naked. Her hair slightly tangled in curls & knots.
She gripped his dick, handling it nervously as though she were turning a thick batch of cookie-dough with a splintered spoon.
"Babe...Whoa...umMM...whaT..."
She spat his dick out. "Lie back and relax. I know, I can't believe I'm doing this either! She returned, released again, "Am I doing this okay?"
"Feels wonderful, baby you got this! Just keep your tongue back. Relax those teeth a little bit...yeah...like that...mmmmmmmmmmmm."
Ginny followed as instructed. Her head bobbed clumsily on his engorged member. She tried downing his fudge pop before coming back up, repeating the sequence.
Darius, amazed, could no longer hold back the fluid that had been penned up from nine months of having known nothing of this oral sensation from her. She pulled it out, continued to lick cautiously, sensing his body twitching.
"I'm about to burst!" He lowered her mouth down to the base of his cock, ever closer to the back of her throat.
"Just swallow for ME!!!" Darius erupted into a geyser-like emission that flooded her gullet. Left Ginny without an option but to swallow the initial release.
"Mmmm-ahhhh!!" He cried.
Ginny downed the first wave, grimaced and pulled his dick from out of her mouth. She kept jerking him into upward spurts unsure as to whether she should slurp the floated cream that had glazed the top of his dome.
Slick ropes of throat-juice collapsed to form a potent slickness. His cock pulsed a few seconds, spewing the last of his light streams. The remaining trickles of him combined with her salivary juice, bubbled into a creamy, froth-white and pearly pool collected at the base of his sacks.
She relaxed her fist. Spread her fingers out so that a thin web of jizz stretched between her digits. Droplets of him were found beaded and splotched on her mauve-shaded, manicured nails.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." Ginny rested her head on his pelvis, somewhat overwhelmed.
"Turn around for me!" Darius got up. His voice grew excited.
"You want to go again?"
"C'mon baby, I'm hard. How did I taste? I know some of it..."
"I gotta get use to it. That's all I'll say." She smirked.
"I want to make love to you baby. Is that alright?"
"I want it too but just go easy for me. It's been too long."
Gently, he flipped her on all fours. Darius stood by the lip of the bed, smearing the mix of sex left glistening on his gland. His hands contoured her waistline. She maneuvered herself into a comfortable position, doggie style; her legs spread slightly apart.
Ginny elevated her ass high, exposing her tight floral folds, sealed with a light film of secretion. Her rosebud rested in its defiance. He knew better than to press his thumb into her caramelized, cherry hole. She despised anything to do with anal sex. Thought it was the most forbidden of all depravities.
"Darius, stop spreading my ass apart. You know I don't like that!"
Ginny's freshly trimmed pussy hung out and had not been prepared for the spot his cock had chosen. Darius rested one foot on the lip of the bed. He squeezed and then smacked a dab of jizz to mark the initial route, utilizing the lubricant blend to glide easily.
He parted, pushed his cock between her tight folds, summoning her body rhythms. She trembled on all fours as he dug his cock in explorative fashion. The journey caused her silken walls to erupt into terrific spasms.
He pulled away and lowered himself, placed his face just beneath her leaking oriface.
Darius lapped, having fashioned his tongue into a ladle so as to collect the vitamins of her pomegranate fruit. He suckled the sweet skin fiber that coated her clit. Repeated strikes from the tip of his tongue sent her into juicing.
"I don't know what has gotten into you this morning." Darius moved to fully immerse his cock into her sex. Deep strokes consistently pounded her wetness.
"...wanted you last night." All she would utter.
"Is that the truth?"
She nodded slightly. They moved towards the center of the bed, still attached. Inside her tight, watery tunnel, he broke: "You feel wonderful. Is it good?"
"AHHHHHHH!! YES!" She heaved. Her body shriveled into a state of release.
Her face grew flush. Raven curls matted with sweat. Darius sunk a few fingers in her mouth before increasing his thrusts. Seconds coaxed minutes. The hands of time spun erratically.
Felt it deep in his abdomen, mercurially rising. The eruption felt qualitative in pleasure. The climactic release filled her insides, causing heat and leakage from her reserve. Darius emptied, squeezed and writhed to the last of his fluidity.
"It burns." She trembled. Her pussy stretched. Folds collapsed outward. Ginny kept to all fours for a minute and then flipped onto her back. Her sex throbbed as she squeezed a light stream of cum juice all over the tangerine bed sheets.
"Wonderful." He smiled, watching her breathe heavily with arms spread out, angelic. She had affected sensuality reminiscent of a young Rita Moreno times several degrees of a new depravity.
They lied in each other's arm feeling the weight of the world pulling them closer.
Monday morning progressed. Coffee brewed. Oatmeal thickened in the air.
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