Imani’s fingers danced across the remote, her heart racing with anticipation as she browsed the explicit content. She was alone in the apartment, her boyfriend Marcus away on a business trip. The ache between her thighs had become unbearable, leaving her desperate for release.
Finally, she settled on a particularly steamy scene featuring a pair of generously endowed male performers. Imani adjusted the volume, leaned back on the couch, and let the erotic visuals wash over her. Her breath quickened as the actors’ bodies moved in perfect sync, their grunts and moans fueling her own growing arousal.
Lost in the fantasy, Imani reached beneath her skirt, her fingers finding the damp fabric of her panties. She pulled them aside, guiding one hand down to circle her aching clit. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she began to rub herself with increasing fervor.
Just as she was on the cusp of climax, the front door burst open. Imani’s eyes widened in shock as Marcus stood before her, a look of utter disbelief on his face.
“What the…?” he sputtered, his gaze fixated on the TV screen.
Imani scrambled to cover herself, but it was too late. Marcus had already seen everything – from her flushed face to the way her fingers worked between her thighs. She couldn’t meet his eyes, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and shame.
Without a word, Marcus strode over to the coffee table, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. He returned, pouring a generous amount of liquor into it before downing it in one gulp. A second followed, the amber liquid burning a path down his throat.
Imani watched in stunned silence as her boyfriend’s demeanor shifted from shock to dark obsession. He set the glass aside, his eyes never leaving her exposed body.
“Come here,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.
She hesitated, unsure what to do, but Marcus’s dominant tone brooked no argument. Reluctantly, Imani moved to stand before him, her heart pounding in her chest.
Marcus reached out, his fingers grazing her inner thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. He repeated the motion, his touch growing bolder as he inched closer to her dripping core.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his eyes intense.
Imani raised her gaze, meeting the caramel depths of Marcus’s stare. She saw nothing but primal hunger reflected back at her.
Marcus leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke against her ear. “I’m going to taste every drop of that sweet nectar, right here, right now.”
Without further warning, he dipped his head, his tongue delving into her slit to lap at her juices. Imani cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as Marcus feasted on her, his fingers spreading her open for better access.
The sensation of his mouth on her, tasting what she had been using for alone-time pleasure, sent her over the edge. Imani came hard, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Marcus continued to drink her down, his slurping and suckling only amplifying her climax.
As the aftershocks subsided, Imani slumped against the couch, her legs weakening. Marcus straightened, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at her with a mix of possessiveness and dark amusement.
“Next time, save it for me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Imani could only nod, still reeling from the intensity of the encounter. As Marcus walked away, she knew their relationship had shifted irrevocably. But the secret thrill of it all, the forbidden spark that now existed between them, sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She couldn’t wait to see what other desires her dominant boyfriend would uncover and satisfy.