by Navi' Robins
While wiping the remaining tears from her eyes, Ayana stood up without saying a word, walked into the guest bathroom, and closed the door. Ten minutes later, Daniel heard the shower spring to life, waking him out of his daydream. He rose to his feet, stood in the middle of his living room, and smiled. Deep inside, he felt that his decision to take a chance and allow himself to feel, sharing those feelings with Ayana, was the beginning of something new for him. As scary as his feelings were, he was excited to discover just how much he could bring himself to care about this incredible woman. After relishing the moment awhile longer, he decided to take a shower as well. Somehow, he felt tonight was going to be a lot more interesting than any of the nights they’d shared since she’s been here.
When Ayana walked into Daniel’s bedroom, he was already in bed, lying on his side while viewing emails on his tablet. He didn’t notice her walking in. When she slowly climbed in bed with him, she made sure she allowed her body to go beyond the invisible barrier they both created before this night. Feeling her body that close to him sent Daniel’s hormones in a frenzy as he closed his eyes, attempting to think of something nonsexual to keep his excitement from revealing itself in the form of a “teepee” under the covers. Feeling things were very different, Daniel shut down his tablet and turned around to face Ayana. He was pleasantly surprised to see her lying on her side, facing him and smiling brightly.
Smiling back, he moved closer to her, staring into her eyes as she began to speak softly to him. Refusing to break eye contact, they both lay there while Ayana told Daniel about her close family ties to the recently massacred village.
“After my village was destroyed during the war, my surviving relatives relocated to Dwendele. They made a good life there, staying out of the fighting and refusing to harbor any of combatants. They thought . . . if they stayed out of it, remained neutral, that they would be left alone. But they were wrong, so wrong.”
The more she spoke of the village, the more emotional she became. Her hysteria soon returned, and to ease her pain, Daniel reached for her and pulled her close to him. He positioned himself on his back and let her lay her head on his chest. The scent of her recently showered body covered in the most seductively smelling body lotion flooded his nose and filled his head with its intoxicating aroma. He began to feel light-headed the more of her essence he inhaled. Soon, he found it hard to concentrate on what she was saying, so he momentarily turned his head away to breathe in some fresh air to dilute her alluring scent.
My God, I want her sooooooo bad!
After taking in the fresh air, he felt more focused and continued to concentrate on words that sounded like poetry as they softly flowed from her beautiful lips. By the time she was done talking and started weeping again, Daniel discovered that every remaining member of her family had been massacred by Kronte’s forces, a clear message of retaliation for her continued efforts to bring him to justice for his crimes of genocide against a nonwarring populace. Even though she knew what she was doing had to be done, she still blamed herself for their deaths, and the guilt covered her like a dark cloud. Hearing her admission and feeling her pain made him feel more connected to her as they both now shared a guilt that derived from their actions. They both intended to do good things, but the repercussions were more than they could bear alone. Maybe together . . . Maybe side by side, they both could conquer their guilt, anger, and the man that shared in their pain . . . Kronte.
Moved by her pain, Daniel leaned down and placed a kiss on Ayana’s forehead right above her eye. Feeling his soft lips on her forehead sent a chill down her spine, and she looked up at him and smiled. Looking in her eyes, Daniel saw the same look of longing that he’d dreamed about all these nights she’d been lying in his bed, and he didn’t hesitate to put his lips against hers . . . softly. He pulled back slightly to allow her to close her eyes and exhale. The nerves on the back of her neck sprang alive as they sent pulses of desire down her back to the tips of her toes, and she wanted more . . . so much more. Seeing her accept his kiss, Daniel moved in again, this time kissing her more passionately and then slightly biting her bottom lip before pulling back again, watching her fall into a trance of passion from his kisses.
Keeping her eyes closed, she reached up to him and pulled him forcefully to her, exploring his mouth with her tongue, and he met her passion full force by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer. Feeling his excitement so close to her caused a moan of pleasure to escape her mouth that sent Daniel over the edge, and before he knew it, he was on top of her, grinding and kissing her as she wrapped her dark chocolate legs around his waist. Being this close to her, Daniel noticed she was completely naked under her gown, and his excitement soared at the anticipation of finally being able to make love to the only woman that’s been able to make him feel again. He wanted to try every position in the book with her, maybe even show off a bit, but this wasn’t the right time for self-indulging antics. This was about Ayana, and he wanted to make sure he gave her everything she needed tonight.
As gently as he could, he moved her gown up her body and over her head slowly, making sure to massage and caress every inch of skin his hands touched. Feeling his warm hands caressing her made Ayana bite her lips and moan louder as she anticipated a night of passion she desperately needed and wanted from Daniel. He allowed the gown to cover her entire head while only allowing her lips to be exposed. Then he began licking and biting her lips and pulling back, teasing her desire to feel his lips and his tongue dancing with hers. Once he finally pulled the gown completely over her head, he gasped at the amazing body that lay before him.
Her ultradark skin reflecting the lights from the Chicago skyline revealed every awe-inspiring curve her body possessed. Her amazing backside seemed to spill out from under her as she moved like a snake, yearning to feel his naked body close to hers. He wanted to taste every inch of her, but when he looked down at her well-groomed lotus flower, his mouth began to water at the prospect of tasting her, so he decided to skip the appetizer and go straight for the main course. Feeling his tongue and lips tasting and exploring her secret garden so suddenly caused Ayana to yell and throw the pillow under her head across the room. He couldn’t believe how amazing she tasted, and feeling her thighs press against his head excited him beyond belief. He closed his eyes and devoured her peach like a man driven mad by hunger and thirst. His prowess and enthusiasm was something Ayana had never experienced, and as much as she tried to control her explosions, she couldn’t and repeatedly climaxed as he continued to taste and drink of her essence. She began twisting and screaming as she tried to push his head away, finally accepting the pleasure was too much for her, but Daniel maintained a strong hold on her as he wrapped his arms around her thighs while gripping her ass.
He could feel she was going to explode with this next orgasm, and he wasn’t going to be cheated, so he intensified the movement of his tongue and lips. Screaming his name, she twisted her body and covered her head in the sheets, biting them, attempting to brace herself as she felt every muscle in her body give in to the unbelievable pleasure between her legs. Breathing heavily and shaking uncontrollably, her body went limp as she began to feel lighter than air, while still trying to regain her composure. However, Daniel wasn’t finished, and he quickly spread her legs apart and slid his massive, throbbing, and rock-hard manhood deep inside of her already excited and drenched passage. Her muscles inside her tunnel contracted and began pulling him deeper inside of her. She lost her breath as she arched her back off the bed when she felt him reach deeper than she’d ever thought possible.
He was a monster and receiving him hurt . . . It hurt so damn good. She reached up to him and pulled him close to her while moving her hips in rhythm with every release and thrust. Their timing with each other was flawless as they danced to a silent song of love and passion neither had ever experienced before. Ayana’s tunnel was so wet and tight, and Daniel tried to concentrate, but he couldn’t, and soon, Ayana was in full control
of him. The longer he was inside of her, the wetter she became, and the tighter she contracted her muscles around him. Her passionate and firm handshake was so intense that he rolled his eyes inside his head and moaned deeply every time her flower tightened around his muscle, saying, “Hello.” She knew he wasn’t going to last long like this, but she’d already climaxed five times, and now she felt that she was going to make it six very soon, and she didn’t want to do it alone. She’d been alone for so long. She wanted to feel connected to Daniel, and the best way to enhance that connection was for both of them to climax together.
Daniel began to thrust harder and faster as he started to drill deeper inside of her. She felt his body and manhood get warmer in preparation for his own volcanic eruption. She moved her hips and ass in tune with him until she felt herself reaching her own destination of pleasure. She could feel the energy move down her chest through her stomach, her back, in-between her thighs, and when her climax reached its forceful conclusion, she felt the hot explosion inside of her as he released, and his arms began to shake like toothpicks holding up a car. No longer able to hold his body up, he collapsed on top of her. They were both panting heavily, covered in sweat as they held each other and continued to kiss. Daniel, feeling self-conscious, tried to pull from inside of her, but she locked her legs around his waist, preventing him from disconnecting from her.
She wanted him to remain inside of her, maybe even fall asleep in her. She didn’t want this connection to end, and seeing her reaction caused him to relax as they continued to kiss and caress each other, refusing to allow this moment to end . . .
Chapter 11
The Morning After
Daniel opened his eyes as the bedroom was slightly illuminated by the rising sun over Lake Michigan. His muscles felt relaxed and rested, a feeling very different from the many mornings he’s awakened to a sore and overworked body due to the violent struggles in his sleep the night before. Then the events of last night dawned on him. He looked over and saw her . . . beautiful and sleeping. Her breathing was so peaceful, and her long dreadlocks seemed to cover her head like a crown. She deserved nothing less. She was a queen, and he hoped one day, she would be his queen. Daniel never dreamed of viewing a woman so highly after just one night of lovemaking. Before his time in Sudan, he was a bona fide player, bedding a different woman every other night, and the thought of marriage was as far-fetched as living on the planet Pluto. Now, after just one night of amazing sex . . . He wanted this woman in his life forever. He just hoped she felt the same about him because he was still a basket case.
He decided to lie next to her and just stare at the ceiling. He wanted to lie there and watch her sleep, but he didn’t want to creep her out, because when he experienced a woman watching him sleep, it didn’t feel romantic at all.
Eventually, Ayana began to move around and open her eyes. Daniel became nervous, hoping for the best, but still expecting the worst. With his luck, she may wake up blaming their romp last night on grief, vowing that it won’t ever happen again. He admitted to himself that it would hurt . . . Who was he kidding? That shit would burn like fire, but he was a man, and he couldn’t let her see him torn down. He inhaled, kept looking at the ceiling, and braced himself for the first words she would speak after such an amazing night.
Stretching and moaning, she sat up and looked at Daniel, smiling, before saying, “Good morning.” Then she leaned over, kissing him softly on the lips and quietly climbed out of bed completely naked, heading into the bathroom. He watched in amazement as she moved into the bathroom, hypnotized by the thunderous movement of her ass and the regal pace at which she moved. Those two words and kiss revealed more to him about her feelings than he could’ve imagined. He sat up while listening to the sound of Ayana taking a shower and smiled as the excitement of having something to finally look forward to fill him with more optimism than he’d ever felt in his life.
I may have a girlfriend, he thought to himself, while smiling like an excited kid on Christmas morning.
When Daniel got out of the shower, he smelled an amazing aroma of Ayana’s cooking in the air. Before today, she refused to boil water for him, and now, she was cooking something that smelled amazing. He quickly moved around the bedroom, trying to find something to wear so that he could see exactly what she was cooking.
Ayana moved about Daniel’s kitchen like an expert in one of Daniel’s white tees and a pair of white lace panties. There were ingredients and chopped fruit on the granite countertop, and a pot or skillet sat on every eye on the stove. She knew that it was a lot of food for just two people, but she didn’t care. She wanted to show this man that last night wasn’t a fluke or a fling. The way he made her feel, the way he touched her, caressed her, and made love to her . . . She’d never before experienced that level of sexual connection, and she wasn’t afraid to admit she was already addicted to him. As with any addiction, one must do whatever they can to keep their addiction of choice in constant supply.
She wanted to hurry and have everything ready before he came out of the shower, but looking around, she noticed that wouldn’t be possible. Her shoulders slumped in disappointment when she heard his bedroom door open and the sound of his footsteps heading toward the kitchen. Accepting that her plans wouldn’t go as she wanted, she stood in front of the island smiling, with a tall glass of her special tropical morning shake in hand. She was extremely nervous and hoped what she was doing wasn’t too much and wouldn’t scare him off. Her fears eased when she saw his face light up when he saw her. He was gleaming while looking over her with longing eyes and licking his lips. His lustful stare weakened her knees as she looked at his facial expression and imagined all the wonderful things he could do to her.
I could love this man forever.
Finally noticing the drink in her hand, he took it, placed it on the edge of the counter, and pulled her toward him, kissing her like she had been lost to him, and he finally found her cooking in his kitchen.
Seventy degrees . . .
His passionate embrace caught her off guard and made her legs shake momentarily as she held on to him tightly to maintain her balance. Pressing her body firmly against his, she seductively began grinding her midsection up and down against his excited love muscle. The sexual energy her movements sent through Daniel caused him to immediately reach around and hold on to her backside as if his life depended on it.
Eighty-five degrees . . .
Thrown in a whirlwind of lust, Daniel lifted Ayana up and atop the island. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist while violently pushing the food and plates off the island. The loud sound of the plates and glass crashing and shattering on the marble tile didn’t deter the two lustful lovers from straddling atop the island, grinding and panting wildly while they tried to rip each other’s clothes off. Pushing her body down onto the hard and cool granite surface, Daniel moved down, gripping her lace panties between his teeth while pulling them off of her. Feeling his mouth so close to her sensitivity, Ayana reminisced about the amazing multiple climatic journey his experienced mouth took her on last night as her body shook.
One hundred three degrees . . .
Looking toward his right, Daniel noticed the glass of the sweet-smelling tropical shake still sitting on the edge of the island. A mischievous grin formed on his face as he reached for it while licking his lips. Seeing the glass above her, Ayana opened eyes widened, and before she could protest, he poured the cold, thick liquid on her neck and over her breasts. The chill made her jump up as the liquid traveled down the middle of her ample breasts, to her stomach, and down toward her heated lotus flower. Daniel immediately began to lick and slurp the shake from her body. The exotic flavor of the shake mixed with Ayana’s body exploded in his mouth as he moved over her body with his tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve.
Preheat at 350 degrees . . .
She looked down at him as he moved his head between her thighs, and then she felt his warm tongue explore her. She parted h
er legs in a split and raised one of them, giving him complete access. The slurping sounds of him tasting her overshadowed the sounds of the cooking food on the stove as she moaned his name repeatedly. Feeling her body give in to the oncoming climatic explosion, she wrapped her legs around his head, bracing herself for the tidal wave of pleasure that would wash over her body.
Place in oven at 450 degrees . . .
“Oh my God, I’m coming,” she screamed as Daniel used his tongue to play the final note on her violin, while every nerve in her body applauded at the beautiful symphony of ecstasy his tongue conducted in flawless execution. Still shaking and holding herself, Daniel attempted to slide inside of her, but she suddenly placed her foot on his chest, stopping him, while looking him in his eyes as she bit her bottom lip. Pushing him off the island, she quickly got down, turned around, and bent over the island, spreading her legs, exposing herself to him. Daniel immediately felt light-headed, looking at her ass poking up and out, waiting for him to join with her. Excited out of his mind, he quickly reached for the white T-shirt that Ayana had been wearing. It now hung on the edge of the island. Taking the top side of the T-shirt in his left hand and the bottom end in his right hand, Daniel reached over her head, wrapping the shirt around her neck. With both hands still gripping the T-shirt tightly, he pulled her back toward him like an expert horse jockey, causing her to dip her back deeply. Immediately, he grunted loudly as he forcefully plunged himself deep inside of her. Ayana screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt Daniel invading her. The stranglehold of the T-shirt around her throat both frightened and excited her. The sensation of being inside of her, paired with his excitement, nearly ended one of the best breakfasts he’d ever had before it began, but he braced himself and began to stroke her deeply while she moved her hips in motion with him. The two lovers moved like a horse and rider in perfect sync.
