"If I don't know better, I'll say you've been avoiding." I gasp and turn around to see Ezekiel leaning against the library door frame with his legs crossed at the ankles like the sex god he is. He looks so good in his black vest and grey sweats. It is true that thing they say about grey sweats and black men.
"Oh. Y…you startled me." Why is it suddenly so hot in here?
"Oh really?" He lifts himself from the door frame to fully step into the room and closes the door behind him. I did not even hear him open the door. But I don't miss the click that comes from him locking the door too.
I swallow my saliva in gulps. Why am I producing this much saliva.
"Y…yeah. I didn't even hear you come in."
"Hmm." He leans back on the door.
"How did you know I was here?"
"I heard you. I was about to leave my office and I heard you come in here. So tell me why you've been avoiding me Sammy."
"I have not been avoiding you. It's all in your head."
That's a lie. I have been avoiding him for the past three days. That day when the knock came in, I thought I was going to be caught. I am married and should not be having anything to do with other men. Even if Levi is doing it, I hold my self respect and dignity to a higher standard. I was hit with a truckload of guilt and I felt so ashamed of myself afterwards, however, not because of what we did. It was due to the fact that I don't regret what happened one bit. I will do it all over again. And I also know that if I get the chance again, I will jump his bones, so I thought, why not just avoid the temptation?
"Hmm hmm. So let's see, you've not been avoiding me but you did not once come down for breakfast, lunch or dinner, instead you have been asking Tammy to send your food up to you. You have not responded to any of my texts or calls but instead told Tammy to tell me that you are fine. Since when did Tammy become your mouthpiece? Need I go on?" With all of this, he never once raised his voice. However he sounds hurt. Or maybe I am just overthinking it.
"Okay fine. I have been avoiding you." I resign and flop down on the nearest beanbag.
"Now we are getting somewhere." He leaves the door and grabs a chair so he can sit in front of me.
"Why?" He asks. He is staring so hard at me and I can feel my cheeks heating up. I don't know how to feel about this. His gaze makes me feel like I am being watched under a microscope.
"Do you regret what we did?" He asks. His voice even softer than I ever thought it could get.
"No. I don't regret anything."
"Then why Samantha?" Fuck. This man. Why does he have to say my name like that. He stretches out his hand and touches my arm. I shiver underneath his touch and goosebumps erupt from my skin. I feel hot and cold at the same time. Hot because this man is making heat erupt everywhere in my body and cold because I am not properly dressed. I am wearing a nightgown made from sheer fabric and I am naked underneath.
I just want to drop off this book before I head to bed. I did not want to wait till morning. Maybe I should have. I have not been making the right decisions this past few days.
"I need to return this book." I stand from the beanbag with the book and head towards the shelf I took it from.
I stand on my tippy toes and slide the book back to my shelf and then I feel Ezekiel behind me. Before I can turn, he closes the gap between us and rests his hand on my stomach. His front flush against my back.
My heart is beating two hundred times per minute and I am taking in shaky breaths. He uses his other hand to slide one of the thin straps of the nightwear from my shoulder and runs his nose and mouth along said shoulder, leaving a kiss on every inch.
"Are you ashamed of yourself Samantha?" This question is followed with his hand moving up to my breast. He placed his hand on one of my breasts and flicks the nipple that is now hard as a pebble.
"Answer me Samantha." He squeezes the nipple. Hard. My knees buck but I don't fall because Ezekiel's string hand is holding me. I can feel my vagina crying and my juice is running down my thighs.
"No it's not that." I whisper in a shaky voice.
"So tell me what it is." He puts his hand inside my cloth and squeezes the other nipple. I moan. I reach behind me to grab his thick meat that has been poking my back since he cornered me.
"No touching." He whispers in my ear. "You've been a bad girl. Maybe I will let you touch if you tell me the truth."
"I was ashamed of the fact that I did not regret what we did. I am married and we should not be doing this." I say with as much clarity as I can muster because this man is taking over my senses.
"Well, you know what they say about stolen water." I shake my head in the negative.
"It is sweet." He kisses the nape of my neck.
"Please." I almost cry.
"Please what?" His voice is light. As light as it can get with its deep baritone resonating in my pussy.
"Please touch me."
He turns me around, picks me up by my thighs and drops me gently on the bean bag. He spreads my leg and stares at my pussy.
"No panties. It is almost like you were staying ready just in case I found you."
I try to close my legs but he keeps his hand firm on my thighs to stop me from closing them.
"Don't try to hide this beauty from me." He then seizes my lips. The way he kisses me is with a passion that I can't describe. It is possessive, it has something else that I can't place and it ignites something in me. A fire that burns so deep and intense. I pour my all into that kiss too and lock my arms around his neck.
He takes one hand and pushes the dress down so my breasts are exposed but I have other ideas. I break the kiss and take off the dress completely.
"You are beautiful."
My face heat up and I curse the bright lights in the library. I slip my fingers into his waistband and try to tug his sweat pants. He takes the hint and removes the sweats and also removes his vest. He has an amazingly beautiful body. This man is bigger than I imagined. He has length and girth. His dick has veins running along it and I watch it bob up and down.
"No boxers." I smile. "It is almost like you were staying ready just in case you found me." He laughs and that is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
He kisses me again and squeezes my nipples. I touch him everywhere. I run my hand over his well defined muscles and at some point I pinch his nipples which makes him hiss and groan.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. Quite the opposite, do it again." I did it again and he made that sound again. He dips his index finger in my mouth and orders me to suck while he takes my nipples in his mouth one after the other. Giving both of them love and care. Then he dips his middle finger in my mouth and I suck those fingers like my next breath depends on it.
He start kissing downwards from my breasts and down and down till he gets to my pussy. He kisses my down lips one after the other. He takes a swipe at my clit with his tongue. That makes me go nuts and I stop sucking. He removes his fingers from my mouth and rubs them on my pussy.
He rubs my clit and licks the fuck out of my vagina. He is doing things to me. Sometimes he is tongue fucking me, sometimes he is sucking on me, sometimes he is flicking his tongue back and forth on my clitoris and other times he is fucking me with his fingers. I feel heat pooling down there and he keeps the pace of his tongue on my clit while also fucking me with his fingers. About thirty seconds later, I come undone in his mouth and this man licks me clean. When he is done, he pinches my clit and I come again. Coming twice in less than two minutes was not in my bingo for this year. I bite my bottom lip to keep my moans down.
I open my eyes which I don't know I closed and I find him staring at me with a small smile.
"I had to give you the second orgasm to make up for the one you didn't have back at the office."
I let out a breathy laugh.
I look at his dick that is still hard as a rock. I reach out and take it in my hand. I was right. It doesn't fit properly around it.
"Let me help you."
"You don't have to baby."
"I want to." I roll out of the beanbag unto my knees and make him sit on it. I take his dick with both my hands and get to work. I have given a blowjob before in college but the guy did not have Ezekiel's dick.
"Just relax your jaw and you'll be fine." I put his dick in my mouth and his eyes fluttered.
I work on it as much as I can, using my hand for places my mouth will not reach and also using my hand to play with his balls. He pushes my hair out of my face and fucks my mouth a little.
"You don't have to treat me like I'm fragile. Use my mouth Ezekiel." That seems to do it for him because he grabs my hair and buries his dick deep till he hits the back of my throat. Surprisingly, I don't gag and that seems to encourage him because he just keeps going and hitting my throat. At this point my jaw hurts and saliva is dripping down my mouth down to the hilt of his dick and to his balls and this makes me feel like coming one more time. I feel his balls tighten and just as he wants to pull out, I bury his dick in my mouth and feel him release his cum in spurts down my throat. I release his dick and say, "come on my face please."
He grabs my jaw, gives his dick a few jerks and releases his remaining cum on my face. He puts his hand around my neck and kisses me with his other hand finding way to my clit and a few rubs, I come undone for the third time.
This is the best night of my life. My face covered in cum, my head on his chest and my pussy on his semi hard dick. Life can't get better than this.
"Baby?"
"Hmm?"
"Let me grab a towel to clean you up." He places me gently on the beanbag and goes out naked to what I think is his room. He comes back wearing a pair of shorts and a wet towel in his hand. He cleans me up and helps me wear my nightgown.
"Do you… never mind." He shakes his head and places a kiss on my lips and another on my forehead.
"Goodnight." He grabs his earlier discarded sweatpants and vest from the floor and head out.
It was a good night indeed.