The Promise

Amitav returned to an empty house feeling depressed. He cursed himself for entering into a row with his girlfriend, Celma. Two days had passed since she had left him for her mother’s house and she refused to answer his phone. Without her, life had become painful and burdensome. In a stupor and slightly drunk, he slipped into his pajamas in the dark and crashed onto the bed. Turning on his side, he began to sniffle, unable to bear her separation.

He froze when a warm hand stroked his cheek and a soft womanly body pressed against his back. Astonished, Amitav switched on the bedside lamp and turned to find his beloved Celma next to him. Her doe-eyes gazed at him with concern. He cringed about the smell of alcohol in his breath; felt embarrassed about his unshaved face and red eyes.

“Have you eaten anything?” she asked. He shook his head.

She wiped away his tears and kissed him gently on his cheek. “Let me make you a sandwich,” she said, sitting up on the bed.

“No, wait,” he said, holding her hand.

“You must be hungry.”

“I am sorry I screamed at you,” he said.

“It’s my mistake too. I shouldn’t have left like that. I can't behave like a little girl.”

“Can I hold you for a moment?”

She nodded and buried her face in Amitav's chest. He wrapped his arms around her body. Her hair smelled of his favorite shampoo. He ran his hands over her back, feeling her soft body through the satin material of her white-colored teddy. His hands traveled the length of her back, tracing the flare of her hips.

Gently, he rolled her to her back and planted kisses on the sensitive skin of her long neck, making her sigh. He entwined his leg around her and pulled her closer, his manhood rubbing on her thighs through the soft fabric of their dresses. Embarrassed with his rising need, he whispered into her ears. “I missed you so much, Celma.”

Celma responded by sliding her hand inside his pajamas and wrapping it around his swollen member. He kissed her mouth and darted his tongue inside. The familiar taste kindled in him feelings of deep tenderness. Licking her sweet saliva, he pulled up the hem of her short dress and caressed her naked thighs.

Driven by intense mutual need, they stripped each other bare. The sight of Celma's smooth chocolate-colored skin made his head reel. He lavished her breasts, sucking and nibbling the dark-brown nipples. Her moans of delight swelled his chest with pride. Nothing caused him greater joy than being able to please and service his lover.

Amitav trailed his tongue down her belly and flicked it inside her bellybutton. She squirmed at the delicious sensations and spread her legs in invitation. Promptly, he moved his head between her inner thighs and smelled her excitement. The fat vaginal lips glistened with her arousal. The puckered inner flaps spread out like a butterfly, revealing the pink canal into which he would soon be buried. He pasted his face on her sex; black, beautiful and perfect.

Holding Celma's legs together, he raised them vertically and peered at her womanhood. The sight of the turgid lips and her anus made his member twitch. He rolled his tongue along the length of her slit, paying special attention to her anal opening. She moaned continuously and her hips writhed, clearly, demonstrating her pleasure at his actions. He wanted to tease her more; wanted to guide her to a crescendo. His tongue thrashed at her sensitive nub. She locked her legs around his head. Screaming loudly, she climaxed and bathed his face with her creamy spends. He lapped up every single droplet of her heady essence.

"I need you, baby!" she exclaimed, her legs spread wide in a wanton invitation..

He mounted her and pushed his hardness inside her love canal, lubed profusely by her creamy spends. Gazing at Celma's face, Amitav couldn't help wondering how lucky he was. Her uncommon beauty, braided hair and sensuous lips made his heart go wild. Kissing her deeply, he began to rock his pelvis back and forth. Her softness gripped his shaft like a velvety vise and nibbled upon it. Ripples of ecstasy arose from their joyous bond and suffused his mind and body with a warm glow.

He rotated his pelvis, stretching her vagina to the hilt, making sure he struck her G spot. Moaning with pleasure, she dug her toes into the mattress and clawed the bedsheets. She clenched her teeth when the orgasm washed over her body. Bellowing like a bull, he erupted deep within her depths, the sweet vibrations of her vagina squeezing him dry.

Their bodies sated, he held her close to his chest.

"Celma, promise you will never leave me alone again."

"I promise," she said.

"I will never be angry with you again," he declared.

"Amit, you are more learned and more experienced than me. If I do anything wrong, you must scold me. I won't leave you because I know how much you love me," she stated.

He kissed her head. "My wise little girl."

"I love you Amit."



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