Lagos, Love & Legacy

Chapter2

They spend the rest of their day together in a whirlwind of laughter and shared conversations. John takes her to lunch at his favorite restaurant and she drags them both to a movie because she hasn’t seen one in forever. But they hardly stay the entire movie with eyes only on each other.

John's apartment becomes a sanctuary, a world away from the glitz and glamour of the party. It feels familiar for some reason, but Sarah brushes the thought aside.

They’re both hardly through the door when it shuts behind them, and Sarah's body is gently pressed against it by John's hand, now behind her neck, tilting her head so that her face is in his view and her lips right where he wants them.

His eyes scan her face, watching the way her eyes anticipate his next move, drinking up the fact that he knows she wants him to do things to her right now with a cocky smirk.

In the moment when Sarah is about to speak and push him away in embarrassment, his lips latch onto hers as if he read her mind. He kisses her rather gently, leaving her bewitched and reaching to deepen the feel of his lips on hers, her toes tipping up.

He smiles against her lips, and his hands encircle her waist, pulling her body flush against his. His mouth begins its decisive battle on hers, tugging hard on her bottom lip while her hands behind his head hold tightly, preventing herself from falling.

Her body warms with their lips opening and tasting, their tongues teasing. His hands move gingerly over her body, grabbing her ass in his hands. She gasps against his lips in pure delight, actively noting that she’s taken leave of her senses.

Sarah doesn’t realize when her back comes in contact with the sofa because the only thing she feels is John's finger coming between her legs, leaving a tempting trail between her thighs before pressing flush against her aching c**t.

He smiles when he discovers how hot she is down there, wasting no time slipping his finger behind the thin material of her thong and into the pool of wetness in her middle.

Gasping becomes her second nature when his lips come over her erect n*****s, exposed by his hand that still tugs at her dress. His breath is hot, and his tongue warms over her, sucking and pulling until she’s sure her moans are loud enough for his neighbors to hear.

His cold finger comes in contact with her c**t again, and she’s already writhing under his hold, her back arching and pushing her p***y closer to his hands.

John pushes her back down against the sofa, and in a moment, his tongue connects with her wet slit. Sarah can hardly believe the sounds that escape her lips as he licks her ever so gently and slowly, working his way from bottom to top and flicking her c**t, causing her to shudder in his hold.

Probably deciding not to torture her any longer, his mouth begins to work more intensely on her p***y, kissing hard on her c**t with his finger, now inside her, pumping away.

Her fingers latch tightly onto the sofa as she tries to suppress the moans lodged in her throat, but he doesn’t give her the space. His actions are fast, relentless, not stopping for her to catch her breath, so it’s hardly a wonder when she comes undone, her p***y creaming rapidly from her climax.

He smiles at her from between her legs, but she can’t tell what that smile means until he dives back into her p***y despite her warnings, and she screams in ecstasy as he works on making her c*m a second time.

Eventually, morning comes. Sarah dresses and heads for the door. John stands with her.

"Goodbye, stranger," she smiles at him.

John smirks and pulls her into him, pressing his lips to hers. Their bodies tangle in a mess before Sarah pulls away.

"I better not see you again," he whispers against her skin, his lips teasing the soft spot beneath her ear. Her legs nearly give out, but she laughs and pushes him off.

"You wish you would." She winks, pulls the door open, and walks out without looking back. With every step away, she hopes to forget how easy being with him was.

“A one-time thing,” she whispers to herself as thoughts of her grandmother and what she has to do come to mind. “Nothing more, nothing less.”