PART III

Charles read Esi’s message over and over, unable to shake the resonance of her words.
In his response, he wrote:
“Not only do I want to do all these with you but let me show you just how much I adore you tomorrow. Date night – 7p.m. Dress to kill, my love.”
The next evening, Esi wore a sexy lingerie set beneath a sleek jacket, knowing exactly what she was going for. The dinner progressed slowly but intimately, as they talked about their feelings and the growing desire between them. As they walked out, hand in hand, neither could take their eyes off the other.
“I’m willing to show you what I mean,” Esi murmured, her voice soft but resolute.
Charles took a measured breath, looking her up and down, fully aware of her intentions and his intentions too.
But Esi rephrased, in case.
“In case you need clarification…” She moved closer until they were chest to chest, peering up at him through her lashes. The time had come to break the overwhelming sexual tension simmering between them.

Her hand brushed against the bulge in his trouser accidentally……before pulling away. A smug grin flashed over his face before he nodded twice and looked away. Esi could have slapped him—God, “how I hated that grin almost as much as I craved it.”

Desperation consumed her and she found herself bringing him to her house. instead of going to his. She wanted a place she could feel comfortable to express herself

Esi was determined to show Charles what she was all about and how to experience her fully. She led him into the room, their fingers brushing together in an intimate, electric connection. Esi guided him to her bed with a sense of urgency. As he sat down, his gaze locked with hers, she felt a thrill of anticipation. The room seemed to pulse with a heady mix of tension and desire, each breath they took drawing them closer to tipping over the edge they have been fighting to deny………

He looked up at Esi
“So,” he asked, raising an eyebrow, “what do you want to show me?”
She stayed quiet and reached for his hand and sucked it while looking into his soul.

She slowly traced her hands down his chest until she reached the bottom of his shirt.
She tugged it and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the ground. A heart Tattoo caught her attention as her eyes widened in surprise as she leaned down to get a closer look. An angel tattoo adorned his right shoulder, her bare breasts exposed, a subtle foreshadowing of what Esi had in store for him. The ink seemed to tell its own story, but Esi was determined to add a new chapter.
She found herself making her way to unzipping his trousers. As her fingers fiddled with his belt, Esi’s nipples started to bud with excitement. Exhaling softly, she pushed him back with just her fingertips, so she was able to slip his trousers and pants off with ease.

The air sizzling with electricity, and he reaches out to grab her wrist, pulling her into his hot embrace. Their passions ignite as they admit that they’ll be going nowhere tonight until they take care of their lustful business first.

Esi pushes him back on the bed and he lies back for her to pull his thick dick free of his shorts . She swirls her tongue around the substantial tip, licking her way up and down her lover’s shaft as he lies back for a blow job, eyes closed and lost in sensation.
Wanting to fuck wearing her beautiful lingerie, Esi’s breasts are scooped out over her bra cups, exposed and sensitive to every touch. And when she straddles Charles’ face for some oral sex for herself, she drags her panties to the side to let his tongue in for some perfect pussy eating.
 

He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Esi grew rougher, teasing him just enough to make him squirm. Slowly, Esi increased the pressure, until she finally wrapped her fist around him, feeling the heat radiating as he twitched in anticipation. His cock stiffened in her palm, and the dampness between her thighs mirrored the intensity of his growing need. Her lips pressed against his neck in time with every stroke, tasting his skin as his breathing became ragged. She quickened her pace, her fingers curling tighter around his length. His moans deepened, growing louder with each squeeze, the tension building with every deliberate stroke.
“Fuck You”, He jutted while he leaned into her touch. He seemed to want more, so she decided to give it. She pressed her hand against his sternum to steady him.
“Stay like this,” she whispered as he lay there on his back, cock standing to attention, saluting her.

His breathing was uneven, and his body moved against her hand as she cupped his cock and messaged him tightly according to rhythm. Carefully, she touched her lips to his tip; after a few moments, she inched her way further down his shaft. The sounds he made turned her on, making her pussy wetter with each suck.
As she leaned over him, his fingers worked their way across her ass and tugged at her thong. She looked back and watched him attempt to fiddle with her. Her back arched instinctively as she allowed him to slip his two fingers against her labia. She exhaled as she pushed back and stifled her soft moans against his cock. He licked his fingers and returned them to her cunt. Her eyes rolled back slightly as the added moisture aided the wetness she was secreting. She winced as his thick finger slipped into her wet pussy and fished around for her G spot. A wave of shivers overcame her, and she paused to moan.

“Time to get these off.” she cooed and guided his hand toward the band of her panties. She watched him hook his fingers over the elastic and slowly started to tug them down. She slipped off her undergarments completely and gently rubbed her hand across them. They were so wet, all because of him. she slowly dragged her damp pants across his chest, causing his body to lurch up, and a soft whimper escape his lips. Grinning, she let him savor the sensation of the damp cloth as it lingered just a bit longer, drawing the moment out before deliberately pulling away.

Now it was time to show him real art. She straddled him and pressed her wet cunt on top of his hard shaft. As slowly as she could bear, she dragged herself along it, enveloping him with the warm, glistening embrace of her wet desire. She ground her hips as he wiggled underneath her. He couldn’t help himself. He craved her as much as she craved him. She wanted to make art. He was the perfect canvas for her to paint with her cum.