Some weekends are spent alone and that’s ok because it allows you to do some critical thinking. I was basking in my thoughts when my mind drifted to Seun. That was one chapter of my life that leaves me confused even till this day because of what could have been. What we had going on had the potential of growing to be something solid but I guess it was complicated from the very beginning.
He was one of those people you meet in very normal circumstances but never thought anything of, not because he was not appealing but the circumstances did not give the opportunity and life moved on. It is said that nothing in life is a coincidence and I believe that strongly because several years later I met Seun at a friend’s party and we hit it off. We chatted and spoke on the phone all through the week and decided to see each other at the weekend.
Seun came to my place on a Saturday afternoon. His perfume was so masculine, I melted every time I smelt it. He was looking even more good looking, he had grown a few grey hairs but that only made him look more sexy. We spent a long time talking about everything but each other. He was easy to talk to and I felt myself falling. He said something, I laughed and suddenly there was silence between us. Seun moved close to me on the couch, he held my face in his palm and said: “You’re even more beautiful.” I smiled and blushed.
His thumb traced across my cheek, then down to my jaw, tilting my face up. My breath caught. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, that intoxicating scent filling my lungs. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Soft at first, a gentle exploration, then deeper, more urgent. I parted my lips and his tongue slid inside, tasting, claiming. My hands found his chest, gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. He groaned against my mouth and I felt a surge of wetness between my thighs.
His hand slid down my neck, over my shoulder, then lower, to cup my breast through my blouse. He squeezed gently, his thumb circling my nipple until it hardened beneath the fabric. I moaned into his kiss and arched into his touch. He broke the kiss only to whisper against my lips, “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you again.”
“Then stop wanting,” I breathed back. “Take me.”
That was all the permission he needed. He smiled and kissed me again, deeper, hungrier. His hands worked the buttons of my blouse, then slid it off my shoulders. My bra followed, dropped to the floor. He pulled back to look at me, his eyes dark with lust. I took off his shirt, his chest was muscular and hairy. I starred a bit too long. He used his finger to tickle my nipples until they hardened, he looked at me as he teased me, I moaned helplessly. Seun bent his head and took my nipple into his mouth.
I gasped, my fingers gripped his head as he sucked and licked, alternating between breasts until I was trembling. His hands went to my shorts, unbuttoning them, pulling them down along with my panties. I kicked them off as he stood up to strip off the remainder of his clothes. His cock sprang free, as he removed his boxers.
I reached out and held his dick, stroking it slowly. He threw back his head and called my name.
He pulled me down onto the couch, he kissed me all over, when he got between my legs, he spread them wide. Seun slipped two fingers into my wet pussy, I shivered. He fingered me slowly but intentionally, hitting all the right corners. I cried out, my back arching off the sheets. He rubbed my clit with his fingers, I started to shake. I was soaked, my hips grinding against his fingers. “Seun… please… I need you inside me.”
He smiled at me: “Say that again.”
“Please, Seun. Fuck me. I need your dick.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against my wet folds. He looked into my eyes, held my gaze, and pushed inside with one slow, deep thrust. I felt myself stretch around him, a gasp torn from my throat. He filled every inch, every ridge. He paused, letting me adjust, then began to move.
Slow at first, long strokes that dragged against my walls. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He picked up the pace, fucking me harder, faster, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. His breath came in ragged grunts against my ear. “You’re so sweet….”
I couldn’t speak, only moan as he drove into me again and again. His hand found my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he pounded me. The pressure built, coiling low in my belly. I was close, so close. “I’m going to cum,” I gasped.
“Cum for me,” he growled. “Let me feel it.”
That was all it took. My orgasm crashed through me, my pussy clenching around his cock, wave after wave of pleasure. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then he buried himself deep, his hot cum flooding inside me as he came, shuddering above me, his forehead pressed to mine.
We lay there for a long moment, tangled together, breathing hard. His softening cock still inside me, his weight, a comfortable warmth. I ran my fingers through his back, and he kissed my shoulder.
That weekend, we didn’t just reconnect. We finally gave in to what had been building for years. Unfortunately, after that episode, Seun and I never had another opportunity to be together like that. Sometimes a deep connection is not enough to keep two people together.
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