I remember everything.
That night he came into my room after midnight, he kissed the nape of my neck.
He claimed that the n*****s of my breasts burst through the fabric of my blouse all day and it took more than self control to hold himself back from touching them.
I slept naked, as usual. He kissed my n****e and thrust two fingers into me, I couldn't help but moan. I felt his stare on my body, his longing for me was written all over his face. if a gaze alone can make love to someone, it did to me. He and I had only had one intimate encounter, and this would be our second.
"Michael," I moaned.
His face was contorted with desire and pleasure. I watched him slide his hand and rub his palm between my thighs. "Mmmmm" he moaned. I was so wet and the ache between my legs was getting worse. "You're so wet." he said, sliding his fingers inside me again. "you're hot". I felt my c**t swell up. He thrust into him and I shuddered as i moaned.
"f**k me already", I said pulling him to me but he pushed me back onto the bed, pinning my hands above my head with his free hand.
Me:"Ooh Michael, No!" I felt my stomach and thighs jerking out of control. Michael continued teasing me with his tongue and fingers until I finally let go.
Michael: "I will make love to you at my own pace."
He withdrew his fingers and slid his hand to my breast. He kissed my n****e, licking it slowly. He slipped his fingers inside me again, moving them back and forth slowly before bending towards me. I lifted myself slightly toward him, waiting for him. He removed his fingers and put them to my mouth, tracing the outline of my bottom lip. I reached for his hand, pulling his fingers into my mouth, letting him move them slowly back and forth there as he did inside me.
He quickly unbuckled his belt and in one thrust , entered me. As he raised himself up on his hands, i closed my legs around his waist. I watched him steadily, knowing for certain that there was no place I'd rather be than under him.
"I think i'm going to kill every man who's ever heard you have an orgasm." He said.
"Well, It's just you and kumbwa."
"Then its not going to take me long," he said and I laughed.
He told me a little about his family afterwards. He has three siblings: two older brothers and a sister my age. His mom died when he was ten and they'd been raised by their dad and nanny.