Imani lay in bed, the soft, warm glow of the nightlight casting shadows on her walls. Her nightdress clung to her skin, still damp from the warm bath she’d taken before dinner. Outside her room, the house was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator.
She had barely drifted off when the doorknob creaked, and the frame of her stepbrother, Jamal, filled the doorway. Imani’s eyes snapped open, her heart pounding as she realized he must have snuck in while everyone else was asleep.
Jamal’s eyes roamed over her body, a slow, hungry smile spreading across his face. “Hey, sweet thing,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Imani’s breath caught in her throat. She had always known Jamal found her attractive, but until now, she hadn’t let herself imagine where those desires might lead.
“H-hey,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.
Jamal padded over to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. “I couldn’t help myself,” he confessed, his gaze dropping to the thin fabric covering her sex. “Seeing you in this… I just had to touch.”
Imani’s skin prickled with anticipation as Jamal reached out, his fingers dancing along the hem of her nightdress. She watched, transfixed, as he slowly pulled the fabric up, revealing the slick, glistening evidence of her arousal.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as Jamal’s hand wrapped around her thigh, his fingers tracing the sensitive inner curve. “You’re so wet already,” he breathed, his fingers sliding higher to tease the delicate petals of her sex.
Imani’s hips jerked involuntarily, a moan tumbling from her lips as Jamal’s touch ignited a fire within her. She had never felt this way before, so intensely, so desperately hungry for more.
“Please,” she whispered, her hands fisting in the sheets as Jamal’s fingers delved deeper, stroking and circling her sensitive clit.
Jamal’s eyes glittered with a mix of lust and adoration as he watched Imani’s reaction, his touch growing more confident, more insistent. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he urged, his voice thick with desire.
Imani’s breath came in ragged gasps now, her body arching towards Jamal’s touch as if drawn by a magnetic force. “Eat me,” she begged, her voice barely coherent. “Please, Jamal… lick me until I come.”
Jamal’s smile turned predatory, his fingers withdrawing as he leaned forward, his mouth replacing his touch. Imani’s back bowed as his tongue delved into her folds, lapping at her essence with a reverence that made her toes curl.
He worked her with a skill that belied his inexperience, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her sex with a hunger that left her breathless. Imani’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
She had never known such intensity, such all-consuming desire. As Jamal’s fingers found her clit once more, rubbing in time with his tongue, Imani’s world exploded in a blinding climax.
Ecstasy washed over her, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Jamal continued to lap at her, coaxing out every last tremor until Imani collapsed back against the pillows, spent and panting.
As the aftershocks faded, Jamal slowly sat up, his chest heaving with exertion. Imani’s gaze drifted over him, taking in the flushed skin, the dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“Thanks,” he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Imani nodded, still trying to collect her thoughts. “For what?” she asked, finally finding her voice.
“For showing me how to make you feel good,” Jamal replied, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her inner thigh. “I never want to stop.”
Imani’s heart skipped a beat at his words, a sense of warmth and belonging washing over her. “Neither do I,” she admitted, a soft smile playing on her lips.
As Jamal leaned in to capture her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, Imani knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship – one filled with secrets, desire, and an unspoken understanding that brought them closer than ever before.