Mila’s right I need some D in me, I’ve waited thirty-two years for this feeling. So, I decide to put my flirtiest face on

I take a step closer to him, savoring the sensation of our bodies nearly touching. The tension between us is palpable, and I can feel the heat emanating from his body. "What are you thinking, Zeph?" I ask, a mischievous glint in my eye.

He smirks, his eyes filled with desire. "I'm thinking we should go somewhere more...private," he purrs, his voice low and seductive.

I take a step back, teasing him with a playful smile. "Oh, I don't know, Zeph. I think we should take things slow," I say, tracing a finger down his chest, relishing in the sensation of his toned muscles beneath my touch.

He leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from mine. "I can be patient, Cham," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

I bite my lip, my body screaming for his touch. But I hold back, enjoying the anticipation, the thrill of the chase. "Good," I whisper, before turning and walking away, leaving him standing there, wanting more.

I can hear him sigh behind me, and I can't help but smirk. I know I've got him right where I want him. I take a few steps forward, my hips swaying seductively, and I look over my shoulder at him. "You coming, Zeph?" I ask, teasingly.

He looks like a deer caught in headlights, stunned by my sudden change in demeanor. But he quickly recovers, his eyes smoldering with desire. "Oh, I'm coming, Cham," he replies, with a wolfish grin.

I turn away, my face burning with desire and the thrill of the chase. I can't help but laugh at his response. "Not like that, Zeph," I say, wagging a finger at him. "I meant, are you coming with me to get some food? I'm starving."

I blame the alcohol for my behavior.

Zeph looks at me skeptically. "Food? After that display?" he says, gesturing towards me. "I don't think I could eat a thing."

I roll my eyes at him. "Come on, Zeph. I need sustenance if I'm going to keep up this energy," I say, winking at him.

We walk down the street together, his hand hovering near the small of my back, but not quite touching. We approach a McDonald's, and I can practically smell the burgers and fries from here. My stomach grumbles in anticipation.

As we walk in, I can feel Zeph's eyes on me, his gaze intense and smoldering. I can barely concentrate on ordering my food as I feel his gaze burning into me. Finally, I turn to him and ask, "Is your place closer? Maybe we could grab something from there instead?"

He nods, still looking at me like he wants to devour me. "Yeah, my place is just a few blocks away. Let's go," he says, taking my hand and leading me out of the McDonald's.

As we walk down the street, I can feel the tension and anticipation building between us. I'm practically vibrating with desire, and I can tell Zeph is feeling the same way. We finally arrive at his apartment building, and I can't wait to see what he has in store for me.

Zeph leads me inside his apartment building, and my eyes widen at the sight of the fancy marble lobby. "Wow, Zeph, this place is...fancy," I say, trying to sound impressed, but I can't help but wonder just how rich he is.

He chuckles at my reaction, his hand resting on the small of my back as he guides me towards the elevator. "Yeah, it's not bad," he says casually, as if living in a high-end building is no big deal.

As the elevator doors open, my jaw drops even further as I take in the luxurious interior. Plush carpets, sleek furniture, and expensive artwork adorns the walls. "Seriously, Zeph, how rich are you?" I ask, half-jokingly.

He just laughs again, a deep and sexy sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Let's just say, I do alright," he replies, cryptically.

I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as we make our way down the hallway towards his apartment. What is he going to do to me once we get inside? My heart races with anticipation, and I can feel my body responding to the thrill of the unknown.

As we step into the luxurious apartment, my eyes widen with wonder. The polished marble floors and the cream and beige walls exude an air of elegance and wealth that I've only seen in movies. I can't help but wonder how rich Zeph really is to be living in such opulence.

He guides me into the living room, and my eyes dart around, taking in the expensive showroom-like furniture. My thoughts are interrupted by his deep, husky voice offering me a drink. As he starts unbuttoning his shirt, my attention is drawn to the neon pink aura that surrounds him, and the yellow glow that seems to intensify the closer he gets to me. My body reacts to him, and I feel a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness.

"You're not hungry, Cham?" he asks, his voice lower than before, making my knees weak. His breath brushes against my skin, and a shiver runs down my spine.

"I'm good, Zeph," I manage to reply, trying to sound calm despite the intensity of the moment.

But he doesn't seem to take the hint. He steps in closer, his eyes burning with desire as they lock onto mine. "Are you sure there's nothing else you want?" he murmurs, his lips barely an inch away from mine.

My heart races, and my breath hitches in my throat. I know what he's implying, and the thought both excites and scares me. I try to gather my thoughts and form a coherent sentence, but my mind is foggy with desire.

Before I can respond, he takes a step back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Actually, I have a better idea. How about we work up an appetite in a different way?" he suggests, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I bite my lip, trying to contain the rising heat in my body. Part of me wants to say yes, to let myself get lost in the moment with this man who makes me feel things I never knew were possible. But the other part of me, the cautious and inexperienced part, is scared of what might happen if I let myself go.

As I try to make up my mind, the sexual tension in the air becomes almost unbearable.

He pauses for a moment, his gaze still fixed on me. "What do you want, Chamuel?" he asks, his voice low and intense. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

I feel my body respond to his words, my heart racing faster than before. I can see the desire in his eyes, and it's clear that he wants me just as much as I want him. But I can't help feeling a little nervous.

"I don't know," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I've never done this before." He doesn’t question me which I’m thankful for.

Zeph takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "It's okay," he murmurs, his lips close to mine. "I'll show you."

I can feel his breath on my skin as he leans in, his lips hovering just above mine. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, but I can't bring myself to pull away. I want this, I want him.

And then it happens. His lips touch mine, soft and warm, sending electric sparks through my body. I feel myself melting into him, my hands running up his chest and tangling in his hair. He responds with a hunger of his own, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me closer to him.

I moan softly into his mouth, unable to hold back my desire any longer. Zeph pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine, and I can see the hunger in them.

"Do you want more, Chamuel?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire.

I nod eagerly, my heart racing with excitement. "Yes," I whisper. "Please."

Zeph smirks, his hand trailing down my back as he leans in to whisper in my ear. "You're such an angel, Cham," he says playfully, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I can't help but smile at his words, feeling a surge of confidence as I realize how much he desires me. With a sudden burst of courage, I take control, pushing him down onto the couch and straddling him.

Zeph grins up at me, his eyes filled with lust. "Oh, I like this side of you, angel," he says, his hands gripping my hips.

I lean down and capture his lips in a fierce kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as I deepen the connection between us. Zeph responds eagerly, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed.

Grateful for all the research I had made about sex I decide to let my lady friend downstairs take the lead.

As we kiss, I can feel his arousal pressing against me, and I know that I want him just as much as he wants me. With a boldness that surprises even me, I reach down and stroke him through his pants, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat.

Zeph breaks the kiss and looks at me with a mix of surprise and lust. "You're full of surprises, angel," he says, his voice low and husky.

I don't respond with words, instead I grind my hips against his, feeling the friction between us intensify. Zeph moans, his fingers digging into my hips as I continue to move against him.

The feeling of his hardness against me is driving me crazy with desire, and I can feel myself getting wet with anticipation. I break the kiss and lean back, looking into his eyes with a hunger that matches his own.

 

With a mischievous grin, I begin to unbutton my top, revealing my lacy black bra underneath. Zeph's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of my exposed skin, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Fuck," he groans, his hands gripping my waist tighter. "You're so sexy, Cham."

I continue to grind against him, feeling his erection grow harder and harder beneath me. His fingers trail up my sides, tracing the curve of my breasts before cupping them through the fabric of my bra.

I moan, arching my back into his touch as he kneads my breasts, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. With his other hand, he reaches up to tug on my hair, pulling my head back slightly as he kisses my neck.

This is the part of humanity I have been missing the most

The sensation of his lips on my skin is electric, and I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. I can tell that Zeph is just as turned on as I am, his movements becoming more urgent as we continue to grind against each other

Zeph takes hold of the clasp of my bra, his fingers deftly undoing it as he watches my reaction. I feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as the bra falls away, leaving me exposed to him.

He takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him, his eyes tracing the curves of my breasts before he reaches up to touch them. His hands are warm and firm as he kneads my flesh, his thumbs brushing against my hardening nipples.

I gasp at the sensation, my head falling back as I give in to the pleasure. Zeph takes advantage of my vulnerability, his mouth latching onto one of my nipples as he sucks and nibbles on it.

I moan his name, my fingers tangled in his hair as he continues to pleasure me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, like something wants to come out of me.

I moan loudly

With a sudden burst of strength, Zeph flips us over so that he is on top of me, pinning me down with his weight. I gasp at the sudden change in position, but I can feel the heat building between us as he leans down to capture my lips in another kiss.

His hands roam over my body, teasing me through the fabric of my skirt as I arch up into him, desperate for more. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I want him inside of me more than anything.

Zeph breaks the kiss and looks down at me with a dark hunger in his eyes. "I want to taste you, angel," he says, his voice rough with desire.

 

I gasp, my heart racing with excitement. The idea of Zeph eating me out is almost too much to bear, and I can feel the wetness between my legs growing.

Without a word, Zeph pulls me to the edge of the couch and kneels down in front of me. He looks up at me, a hunger in his eyes that sends shivers down my spine.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing up my skirt. "I want to taste all of you."

I can feel the heat building between my legs as he slowly makes his way closer and closer to my center. When he reaches my skirt, he gently pulls it up, exposing my wetness to his hungry gaze.

I moan softly, my hips moving in anticipation as Zeph leans in and begins to kiss his way up my inner thigh.

As he reaches the apex of my thighs, he nuzzles his nose against the fabric of my skirt, inhaling deeply. "You smell amazing, angel," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

I shiver at his words, my arousal spiking even higher. Without warning, he pulls my skirt up and pushes my panties to the side, revealing my already wet and throbbing sex.

Zeph wastes no time in diving in, his tongue flicking against my clit and sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moan loudly, unable to control the pleasure that's coursing through me.

He alternates between swirling his tongue around my sensitive nub and delving his tongue deep inside me, hitting all the right spots. His fingers join in on the action, slipping inside me and curling to hit my g-spot.

I feel my body tighten, my breath coming in short gasps as the orgasm approaches. Zeph senses my impending release and redoubles his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push me over the edge.

With a cry, I come undone, my body shaking with the force of my release. Zeph continues to lick and suck me through my orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure before finally coming up for air.

I collapse back onto the couch, my body spent and satisfied. Zeph looks up at me with a wicked grin, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "You taste even better than I imagined," he says, his voice husky with desire

Zeph pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Has that worked up an appetite for you, Chamuel?" he asks, a hint of a smirk on his lips. Despite the obvious bulge in his pants, he seems to be more focused on my pleasure than his own.

I nod eagerly, my breaths coming out in short gasps. "Yes, Zeph," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper.

Zeph grins mischievously and leans in close to my ear. "Well, if you're hungry, maybe you should have a taste," he teases, his voice low and seductive.