The afternoon glow dances with that of the television. Your average studio audience's laughter tracks echo in the background as the bed squeaks. Ese straddles me, tickling away. She’s a cheater who can't admit that I could overpower her if I tried.

“This is not the type of straddling I came for,” I laugh uncontrollably, struggling under her weight. 

With that sultry smirk I’ve come to yearn for plastered across her face, she bends over. The anticipation of her lips meeting the curls of my neck sends shivers down my spine.  She lets out a deep chuckle, further accelerating the throbbing in my pants.

I hate how much I love the way she reads my body without the need for physical touch. Like a predator sensing prey’s fear. The thought of us being so in tune practically sends me into overdrive.

The warmth of her breath reaches my ear before I can process her words, “Tap out and I’ll set you free.” She’s playing with me 

“Fuck” I whisper, heart pounding, “Please. I-I can’t breathe.”

I try my best to sound believable. She pauses, allowing me a second to catch my breath before getting right back on top of me. I close my eyes, awaiting the tickles but hoping they land lower than before. I squirm endlessly. With each second, my need for release grows stronger, pushing aside any plan I had. 

A soft, unexpected kiss on my lower abdomen causes me to reopen my eyes. I look down only to be met by a fierce gaze staring right back at me. 

“Hey,” she says with the same deepness that accompanied her chuckle earlier. Another thing to add to the list of things that drive me crazy. 

Unable to access any knowledge I have of the English language, “Hey” is all I say softly. My brain’s functionality is clearly being undercut by my vagina.

The kisses trail lower and lower, each one met with a pause that seemingly lasts about two and a half lifetimes. 

“So,” Ese’s gaze is still fierce, but with a hint of playfulness that lingers. “Ready to tap out?” 

“You’re going to have to—Fuck.” A warm wetness ran down my thigh, stopping just before the crevice.

“So? What were you saying?” She asks matter-of-factly before doing it again.

“All you’re doing is proving my point. You don’t play fair.” 

“It’s more fun this way. Plus, you started it. I’m just giving you what you want.” 

“Somewhat. I suppose.” 

“Oh? Would you rather I?” Ese’s voice trails as she grabs my leg and places it over her shoulder. Her finger glides along my lips. The growing moisture seeps into the fabric of my underwear. Leaving me no moment to gather myself, she plants a very slow and deliberate open-mouthed kiss where her finger once visited. 

I shift uneasily, fighting between my competitive nature and a hunger only she can satiate. My mouth says “Maybe” while my mind and body beg for more.

“Maybe,” She mimics me, her thumb firmly pressing against my clit. The pressure is exposing my lips as my underwear comfortably sits between them. I inhale sharply, holding my breath in an attempt to hide my moans.

I look down at her, fully aware of the intoxicating stare that beckons me. Her gaze meets mine, her thumb traces my clit, gently penetrating me soon after. 

She keeps eye contact, lowers her jaw, and peeks her tongue out. She sucks on her thumb. She closes her eyes, enjoying the taste of me. Her expression reads as if I’m the greatest thing she's ever sampled.

“Say my name.” The intensity in her stare will haunt my dreams in the best way possible. 

She peels back my panties and pulls them over to one side. Using her thumb to tease my hole, still staring deep within the depths of my soul. “Say it,” she growls commandingly.

“Esmerelda,” I reply, finally letting my moans hit the air

Ese lets out a deep breath, “Mhmmmm.” Slightly tilting her head back, she closes her eyes. “Just like that–Now grab your legs, hold them against your chest, and Don’t. Move.” 

I follow her instructions. Eyes still glued to each other as her lips reunite with my in-between. I want so badly to stay locked in on her gaze, but my eyes roll, my body’s reactions beyond my control. 

Muscles tense and spasm with each flick of her tongue. The vibration of her moans added to the pleasure ruminating throughout my loins. 

“Don’t fight it, baby.” She gifts my clit a now panty-less, slow open-mouthed kiss. “Let it out.”

My leg slips from my grip as my back instinctively arches.

The makeout session she just shared with clit ends abruptly. “What did I say?”

I lay there, eyes closed. Unhappy with the pause but eager for my ‘punishment’ 

A few moments pass before I notice she’s no longer on the bed. A click is accompanied by a soft leather wrapping around my wrist. My eyes shoot open to examine a now butt-naked Ese securing me to the bedpost. 

She lifts my shirt over my head, allowing it to sit there before securing my other hand. 

“This is new,” I look at the bandages, excited and a bit confused. “What are these for?” I ask, noticing another cuff extension on either side

“You’ll see.” Is the last thing she says before squatting over me. She grabs a fistful of my hair, pushing my head back. I love it when she plays rough.

“Mouth open. Tongue out,” Yes, ma’am. Ese closes the gap between her pussy and my mouth with haste. Instantly grinding her clit against my tongue. 

I let her have her moment before I slurp, suck, and flick at it. Oh, how I wish I could get a firm grasp of her and hold her in place. She sets my head free, gripping the headboard for stability as she rides my face.

I watch intently as her commanding aura melts into my mouth. I push my mouth deeper between her folds, softly nibbling, just the way she likes it.

Her head falls back in a fit of pleasure. Pride emerges within me as her display of pleasure causes fat ma to throb. If I could, I’d reiterate the exact words she said to me minutes before 

Don't fight it, baby. Let it out

I take a note from her playbook as I begin to tongue kiss her clit. The deadly combo granted her a sweet release directly into my mouth. I smile proudly, licking my lips while Ese falls over beside me. 

Ready to gloat about my victory and my enjoyment of this newfound ‘punishment.  I’m once again sidetracked, but honestly more intrigued, by her grabbing my leg. 

I wait rather impatiently for my turn, until I realize the cuff extension was for my legs, or rather yet my ankles. She then pulls a mechanism that shortens the extension between my wrist and my ankle.

Securing her strap, Ese smiles devilishly at me as my eyes widen. “Next time, when I say don’t move. Don’t. Move.”

I wiggle as much as I can, trying to test the strength of the bondage.

 “Relax, baby. I know how you like to squirm.” Ese kneeled before me, bit her lip, and grinned, “You’re strapped in real tight.” 

I watch as she grabs hold of her strap, rhythmically slapping it on my clit

I curse under my breath. The teasing continues as Ese swaps between slapping my clit and rubbing it.

“Fuck” I growl out loud, “Stop playing with me.”

Face riddled with amusement, she cocks an eyebrow. The intense stare we held makes another feature in our love-making. One hand firmly grasps her headboard as the other interlocks fingers as she holds my hand. 

The anticipation of her initial thrust has nothing on the actual moment. She watches me as if she’s mentally saving images of my reaction frame by frame. The longer we lock eyes, the more intimate it becomes. 

Fingers crossed, the feeling is mutual.

 As if to answer my unspoken thoughts, she bends down and kisses me. It feels different this time. Love seems to replace the lust that marked our past kisses.

She bites my lip gently, sucking it as her thrust quickens. The pace picks up with each following stroke. 

Ese shifts her weight back to her legs, placing her hands on my inner thigh as if she could spread them any further. Her grip tightens. Her nails dig into my skin. The strokes quicken, wild and fierce. Waves of pleasure wash over me.

The release that escaped me earlier rushes out of me. I wish I could wrap my legs around her, pulling deeply into me.

She always knows my unspoken desires. As she slips her arm under my back, she pulls me closer, leaving no space between us. She puts two fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking them sensually, before she rubs my clit in a rhythm that matches her strokes.

I let out a deep, loud moan; I’m sure the neighbors can hear. My body convulses as I start to squirt, but she doesn’t stop. 

As if fueled by orgasm, Ese goes even harder, pounding away at my insides. Her growing wetness was causing the strap to slip and slide out of place. She quickly licks her pointer and middle fingers, returning them to my clit, rubbing faster than before.

Her body stiffens as she climbs closer to climax. A deep trust chased by a sultry growl meets my ear before she collapses into me. 

“I’ve never squirted so much in my damn life,” I fight to say between breaths.

“That’s for me only.” She mutters into the pillows

The intimacy that fills the room clouds my judgment. Common sense and critical thinking were evicted from the confines of my mind. If thinking straight means losing whatever this feeling is, I don’t want it.

The session replays in my head as if it didn’t just end. For a moment, I think I saw a bit of confusion in her gaze.

 If she can read my mind as well as my body, I fear she is well aware of all the ways I’m submitting to her. And quite frankly, I don’t care. 

I would rather be here…

 I lie there, half-naked, while Ese rolls up.

“What you in the mood for?” She tosses her phone on my lap

“No clue. What about you?” I ask

“Kinda want some Spanish food”

“Girl, you always want Spanish food,” I say, eyeing her as I scroll through the list of open restaurants in the area.

“Excuse me for appreciating and preferring the foods of my rich culture.”

“Now, while I agree that the culture is rich, and the food is great. I’m tired of eating the same thing.”

“Didn’t bother you twenty minutes ago.” She smirks, spliff hanging out the corner of her mouth

“That doesn’t count. I’ll never grow tired of your taste.” 

“At least we agree on one thing.” 

Ese lights the spliff before lying across my legs. “Don’t take forever, madam. Your indecision just might cause me to perish.”

“Oh, shut up. If you tried something new now and again, you’d be a little indecisive too.” I stick my tongue out

Ese flicks it, “Put that away, you big baby.” 

“How about some Caribbean food? Curry goat is sounding reall nice.”

“Ouuu, they got roti?” She perks up, turning her towards me

“One sec,” I scroll through the menu. “They do. There’s curry goat, chicken, or shrimp. Fish roti, stew chicken, ouu, they even have a jerk chicken and oxtail roti.”

“Say lessss. I want one jerk chicken and one oxtail roti.” She passes the spliff to me

“You really worked up an appetite, huh? What about me? Can I get two, too?” 

“Baby, you can have whatever you like. Yeah, you can have whatever you likeee. Yeahhh.”

I chuckle, “Bet. Imma get the curry goat meal and a fish roti.” 

“Ew. Fish roti? Really?” Ese makes a face as she takes the spliff from my hand

“Yeah, I’m intrigued. I want to see what it tastes like. And if it’s bad, at least I wasn’t the one who had to pay for it.” 

“Oh, that’s how you moving? Noted. I hope you know you sharing that goat, though.” 

“As long as you share them rotis,” I say, snatching the spliff from her

 “Hmmm. I’ll think about it,” she laughs. 

I playfully push her off my lap. Turning to lie next to her, I hang off the bed diagonally, head seconds away from hitting the floor. I wonder how fast blood rushes to the head. 

Ese grabs my ankle, yanking me out of my mental funeral planning. 

“Are you trying to jail me, woman?”

“And give you a free rain of sexy convicts ready to play house?” I joke, still very much dizzy with a minor headache growing at the back of my head

“Yeah, the blood has definitely rushed to that feeble brain of yours.”

“It wasn’t that long, I was just about to prepare a will anyway,” I coyly smile, blowing smoke towards the ceiling.

“HaHa very funny, but I have people who can make bodies disappear, so I would not be rendezvousing with any sort of convicts in any sort of prison. Thank you very much,” She plops down beside me.

“Ahhh, I knew you were a part of the mob. You have that godfather vibe to you.”

“On this, the day of my daughter's wedding” 

“To think I almost put you in my will.” I chuckle, “Wait– I just noticed how easy it is for you to just dispose of my body. No mention of missing this beautiful face, life-altering personality, and let's not forget the posterior of greatness.” I turn over to remind her of the vast quantity of ass I carry with me daily. 

“Yes, yes, how would I go on without such a beautiful soul?” Ese kisses my neck while gripping a lump sum of my ass, “And more.” 

“Mmmm. If you intend to apologize, kiss a little lower.” 

“I will consider doing so after our food arrives, sex addict.”

“Am I addicted to sex orrrr am I addicted to doing you?” 

“Survey says…. Both!” 

“Hey, for you, that’s a win-win.”

“You may have a point there, crazy lady.” She extends her arm, pulling me into a cuddle.

I close my eyes and snuggle against her. I can get used to this, whatever it is.

“Foods on the way,” I nod in response, letting her know I’m still awake. “You staying with me tonight, or will I be sleeping alone?”

“Which do you prefer?” I look up at her, hoping she’ll say what I want to hear

“You curled up beneath me.” She looks back at me as if she’s searching for something I can’t quite put my finger on.

“There’s your answer,” I smile softly

Should I kiss her? I want to… Would it be weird if I did?

Ese places her hand under my chin, lifting my lips to hers. She places her mouth on mine, barely touching. She blows smoke into my mouth, giving me a moment to inhale before kissing me gently.

Usually, when we kiss, it’s never this soft; there’s always sex-powered hunger behind it. I choose to shut my mind off, only saving space for the only thought I care to entertain.

I'd rather be here… I’d rather be anywhere she is.

And just like that, I allow myself to fall for her.