Zee's diary: Oouuu!

I sat on his laps while we kissed slowly. I loved every bit of how his soft lips on mine made life feel so easy. Occasionally, he used his fingers to put my hair back in place just behind my ear as it was getting in our way of pleasure. After a few minutes, I let his lips be and hugged him. I hugged him so tight I could hear his heart beat, I choked and coughed. We sat on his bed and stared silently at each other. His eyes met with mine at intervals and they fell in shyness. We decided to play cards; whoever won gave the other a lap dance. Interesting right? It was my suggestion. I was a master in the game and wanted to see him dance on my laps. Well, I was wrong. He won me three times in a row and I danced so passionately on his laps. My thick thighs wriggling on his fit legs. I could feel his erection in the third minute. I stopped when I noticed he was getting in the mood; it was too early for that. Eventually, I won him in the game. He gave me a lap dance. His genitals on my laps made them vibrate. He danced for five minutes, I laughed at some point because it felt funny. We locked lips and I caressed his lower back with my tender fingers. He was a really good kisser. We kissed for about three minutes, with his tongue rolled up in mine and when he tried to let go of my lips, I held him so tightly to myself that he wasn't able to leave. We continued kissing.

I felt his hand slide into my bralette; it felt so warm and he caressed my full, firm breasts with such motion that made me really wet. I could literally feel my panties dripping. He carried me off the chair into his room and unto his bed. We kissed even more passionately; the smell of his cologne making me want to stick to him forever. 

I unbuckled his belt and rolled his trouser down, interrupting our kiss. I pulled his boxers down, revealing his palace of underneath muscles. He tried taking my bralette off but it seemed difficult for him, so I took it off myself. In a minute, my pants were off. He kissed me from my lips to my ears, to my breasts. His mouth on one and his hand on the other. I couldn't help but rub his hand which was on my breast; I loved my men hairy. Then he moved his head downwards; his  tongue tickling my bellybutton, putting me just in the right mood for the moment. He walked two steps away from the bed to the fridge to get cold water, a substitute for ice. He drank a little of it and came back to my navel. He ran his tongue from my navel down to my vagina. His cold tongue on my clit sent cold chills down my spine. I was literally shaking.

Just when I thought he was going to eat me out, he lowered himself unto me and I felt his big dick in my vagina. I let out a slight moan. His hairy legs occasionally stroking mine. I was disappointed but his thrusting game was out of the world. In a second, I forgot this man had skipped eating me out and now I was moving rhythmically to get the best out of this coitus. 

He was very energetic and he went on thrusting me and listening to my light, fady moans like they were sweet music to his ears. 

He held me by my waist and turned me to the back, my belly on the bed. He lifted my hips and I figured the style he was putting me in. I arched my back and again, I felt him deep inside me. His thrusts were slow, not too slow, and having me beg for more. He spanked my fat buttocks and I screamed. We were in this position for quite a while and then we switched to advanced missionary; me on my back and my legs over his shoulders. This time, he went faster with his thrusts and in few minutes, I could feel my legs shaking helplessly and tears rolled down my eyes. I felt so flushed as I was really sweaty, my eyes rolled back. This feeling of satisfaction. I opened my eyes slightly and saw his face tighten like he was about about letting something out. I wrapped my legs around his waist, eyes closed, and in a split of seconds, I felt a really warm liquid inside of me. He got off me and laid by my side, he looked at me and we both smiled.

We were exhausted and in a few minutes fell into a really deep sleep.

We woke up by 8pm, hungry and tired. I went into the bathroom to freshen up and he, into the kitchen to prepare food for us.

I was done washing my body and about wearing my towel when it occurred to me that we had just had unprotected sex. My heart pounded, but I said within myself "orgasms over pregnancy" and chuckled. I looked in his closet and got myself one of his polo shirts and boxers. I looked sexy in them.

I went into the kitchen to meet him. He was done with cooking and had just served our food. He said "we might be expecting a baby bump in few months time." We both laughed. I took the food to the dining table and sat waiting for him. I was curious as to why he wasn't at the table yet; I thought to go and check what he was up to but I felt he would feel too important. Thirty minutes later, he returned from the sitting room door to my greatest surprise. He passed me a packet of emergency contraceptives. I smiled and my heart stopped pounding.

We sat opposite each other and ate our meal of plantain and eggs quietly.