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FIVE YEARS EARLIER
“Aren’t you supposed to be at your parent’s house soon?” Kiamba asked Nyvianna as she kissed her out of her sleep. She sensuously rubbed the back of her fingertips down Nyvianna’s arm. Her caramel coated skin felt like satin. Damn! Not only did she feel as good as she looked, she tasted even better, Kiamba thought. She couldn’t help but to want a little more of Nyvianna’s flavored juices before they went their separate ways. Kiamba hated the thought of leaving.
She often referred to their time as “stolen moments,” or “secret sex” depending on what they did whenever they met up. Anytime they shared an intimate interlude, they made the best of it. Kiamba had a reputation to uphold. She couldn’t afford for her clients to know her well-kept secret, which she hid behind lipstick and stilettos. She didn’t fit the profile of a butch on the outside, but Nyvianna gave her the pleasure of releasing the aggressive beast that hibernated behind a façade of business etiquette.
Kiamba LeJeune is thirty-three, five-ten, with rich Hershey chocolate skin and a body designed by man and machine. She was blessed with a natural beauty that could stop a man in mid-air if he were trying to slam-dunk a basketball. Kiamba was born in the French isles of Martinique, but educated in France and the United States. She was well versed in French and Spanish in which has been a valuable asset in her business. She knew when to use her brains and when to hone in with her beauty.
Kiamba had everything except the freedom to express her true self outside of the confinements of luxury hotels and secluded resorts-nor could she be with the woman she wanted to fall deeply in love with. It was not only her career at stake; it was Nyvianna’s relationship with her family also. Neither of them expected anything other than what they could give-stolen moments and good sex. Kiamba smiled as she kissed her again. Every time they were together, she thought of the first time they met. It was over a year ago at a social networking meeting for business minded people. The majority of the attendees were fashion gurus and multi-million dollar clientele who utilized importing and exporting services.
Kiamba caressed the smooth planes of Nyvianna’s body, causing a soft, heated throb to pulsate from between her legs. She whispered, “You’re going to be late, baby.” Nyvianna moaned when she turned over to face Kiamba. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. Nyvianna’s slow wakening eyes scanned her lover’s early morning beauty that she envied. Kiamba woke up looking as beautiful as she did before she went to sleep. Nyvianna believed it had more to do with the organic herbs and fruit extracts she used faithfully for her skin and hair. She always smelled good enough to eat. “I still have a little time for you,” Nyvianna teased with her eyes. Say no more, Kiamba thought. She didn’t want to keep her waiting. She was prepared. Nyvianna welcomed her under the cozy sheets. She palmed Kiamba’s shoulder length dreads as she pulled her in close. She directed her lips downwards to her succulent mounds. Her nipples were hard and erect waiting for the softness of Kiamba’s tongue. A sweet groan bellowed from the back of Nyvianna’s vocal box when she felt Kiamba’s fingers caress her play area. In and out, her fingers slowly stroked her insides as she sucked on each breast. Nyvianna released. She eased her legs open, allowing Kiamba to go deeper. Kiamba lay slightly on top of her, pushing her body up against her hand to give the beautiful goddess that lay waiting, what she desired. Nyvianna moaned out. She released again. Kiamba pulled her fingers out to taste the sweet creamed nectar. She then straddled herself over Nyvianna, looking down, deep into her green eyes, waiting to ravish her insides with her seven-inch, copper toned silicone strap on. It was her favorite piece from her collection. The one she and Nyvianna picked out together. Each stroke she pleasured her lover with provided her with the same pleasure from the clitoral stimulator. She wasn’t ready to touch at her g-spot just yet. She wanted to bring her to the point of begging to be fucked. Fucked good!
Nyvianna slid her finger underneath the balls of the manmade joystick. Kiamba’s rosebud begged for pruning. “I want to taste you,” Nyvianna whispered. Kiamba took hold of Nyvianna’s hand, entwined her fingers within, and pulled her arms over her head. She kissed her passionately. She filled her mouth with her tongue, breathing heavily, moaning, and grinding her body, til their nipples touched and teased at each other. Nyvianna tried to pull her hands free from Kiamba’s firm, gentle hold, but it was futile. In one quick move, Kiamba held both her hands security with one hand as she explored her wet garden once again.
Within minutes, Nyvianna could feel a rush of secretions trickle down between her ass cheeks. “Yes. That’s what I want,” Kiamba quietly moaned in ecstasy as she placed the head of her superman thriller between Nyvianna’s legs. Her testosterone level elevated making her became one with the jack-hammering rod. They were inseparable at this point. She fondled the tip of Nyvianna’s clit, taunting at her, mentally being brought to a state of feeling flesh against flesh. Kiamba pushed in, deep, long and hard, still holding her queen at bay. She pumped. She pumped again until she could hear the smacking of pussy lips engulfing her; sucking her in like a black hole. “Suck my dick for me, baby. Suck it for me,” Kiamba cried in heightened pleasure. Nyvianna nodded in desperation, wanting to take hold of Kiamba’s gorging member between her lips. Quickly, Kiamba pulled out of Nyvianna’s field of dreams. She released her hands, crawled her way up to the top until her swollen lips could feel Nyvianna’s face. She placed one hand on top of Nyvianna’s head, and held her firm sculpture in the other. Her ass moved frontward and backwards. She ground her soaked, wet pussy into Nyvianna’s face as she jacked her dick. “Yes! Yes! Oh hell, yes! Baby, that’s what I want.” Kiamba screamed. Nyvianna own senses heightened as her beastly lover became verbally erotic. She was ready for her lion to tear into her pussy like fresh game. They both had reached a zone beyond fantasy, someone outside of the universe and their own body. There was no return-if there was, they didn’t want to.
“Damn Nyvi! Yo quiero hoder te!” Kiamba’s Spanish tongue took over. Nyvianna thought, yes! “Hoda me, mi amor! Hoda me!” She expressed the same desire in a deep, heated whisper. Yes, she wanted her lover to fuck her. Her vagina begged to be fucked. Upon command, Kiamba did as her queen demanded. Quickly, she slid down, placed both of Nyvianna’s legs on her shoulders, and pushed her rubber-made rod deep inside. The French tickler that teased her clit each time she pumped began to take her on another pleasured journey. She wanted to shoot her raging flood through the head of her dick and fill her lover completely; leaving her scent. She could feel herself reaching her peak. Nyvianna began to rub her hand feverishly over her belly. Kiamba smiled. She pushed in deeper and harder, tapping Nyvianna’s g-spot. Nyvianna bit at her bottom lip. It was time to deliver. Within a matter of strokes, they both screamed out. Kiamba pumped until the last throb ceased. She fell into her lover’s arm. They breathed heavily, waiting for an ounce of strength to give them the ability to rise.