Just in Time

Amitav unlocked the door and stepped into the hall, expecting to find Celma on the sofa next to her packed bags. Instead, only empty space greeted him.

He addressed the living room furniture. “Celma! Where are you? We got to leave, honey.”

“I need help, baby!” she called out.

Shaking his head, Amitav hurried in the direction of that voice and paused in front of the ajar door where traces of Celma’s perfume lingered in the air. Praying that she be ready, he opened the door and stepped into their bedroom. ‘Your flight is on time…” he began, but ended up exclaiming, “What the hell…!”

The sight of a naked woman on her tummy caught him unaware. Though, well-conversant with every intimate detail of that ebony body, having explored and enjoyed it innumerable times, the spectacle still left him speechless. Countless times he had seen her nude, yet every time he couldn’t help but marvel at his own good fortune. After all, he possessed the heart and soul that resided within that lovely form.

With his eyes riveted to the flare of her hips, he pulled in a deep breath. Hearing his footsteps, Celma raised her head just enough to show that gorgeous face framed by curly tresses. With a naughty smile, she beckoned him with a long pink fingernail. With her weight on her elbows and thighs pasted on the mattress, her lower legs kept swinging in the air. It was a pose which always drove him wild.

He eyes feasted upon the upper swells of her breasts where a few strands of her hair had settled in coils. The alluring scene made his heart race faster. Ignoring his rising libido, Amitav forced himself to say, “Celma, I’d love to, but we don’t have time.”

In response, she batted her eyelashes and pouted her mauve-colored lips. He noted his favorite edible lipstick. She'll be away for a week. I'll really miss her, Amitav thought. He looked at his watch. There's time for some oral love, he decided. He approached the bed and positioned his crotch against her face.

In a jiffy, she had his pants down to his knees. Immediately, Amitav felt her lips on his shaft and her fingertips on his testicles. Looking down, he gazed straight into her hazel eyes which sparkled with mischief. His body shuddered at the skilful ministrations of her silky tongue. Driven to the edge, he grabbed her hair and shoved his hardness into her mouth. Finding temporary relief in her warm throat, he began to thrust.

He did not wish to ejaculate. It would make things messy and delay their departure. So, he extracted his member. Celma rose to her knees on the bed and looked straight into his eyes.”I love you, Goddess," he said.The next moment their lips pressed, mouths parted and tongues mingled. He licked her lipstick and sucked her saliva. Cupping both her breasts by turn, he nibbled upon the swollen nipples. Using his teeth and nails, he etched deep love marks on both her rounded beauties while she stroked his arousal.

Suddenly, Celma liberated herself, turned around and went down on her fours. Pasting her breasts to the bed, she wriggled her butt in his face. The prurient display impacted his mind like a drug. The racing hands of the bedside watch hardly mattered anymore. Only the tension in his penis concerned him, but first he would revel in his partner’s sweet charms. He looked once more at the inviting sight – puffed vaginal lips pressed between the black moons of a perfect derriere. Yanking apart her fleshy ass cheeks, he unleashed his tongue on her crown jewels.

His tongue moved back and forth between her anal hole and vaginal slit. Creamy nectar, laden with the musky odor of her essence, oozed from her womanhood. When she arched her back and thrust up her buttocks, he gained an even better access to her delights. Encouraged by her lustful moans, he ravished her clit with his tongue and guided her to a speedy orgasm. Screaming, she rubbed her slippery flesh over his face and drenched him with her sweet spends. He gobbled every precious droplet. Finally, Amitav climbed onto the bed and posited himself behind Celma. Placing his hardness at her vulva, he pushed forward to pierce her unyielding softness. Sheathed within her heat, he began to rock his pelvis.

He bent forward to grab her breasts, while his shaft grinded inside her. She twisted her neck to allow their mouths to kiss. Her love tube gripped his tool like a vise. The exquisite friction hurled him into the throes of an explosive climax. Bellowing like a bull, he spilled his seed within her womb. Almost simultaneously, her body tightened, and he felt her vaginal muscles squeeze him dry.

They kissed and disentangled. He cleaned and dressed her and bundled her into the car. The Gods seemed to be on their side. Luanda’s usually congested roads bore a deserted look allowing Amitav to race to the airport. She rewarded him with a goodbye French kiss before getting out of the car.

Celma reached the check-in counter minutes before it closed.

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