I Think Shes Begging Me To Come Over For A Night Cap

The drive to Jasmine’s place was a blur. My mind raced with lascivious thoughts, imagining all the deliciously naughty things she might do to me once I arrived. The sultry sway of her hips as she walked away had stirred something primal within me, an unquenchable hunger that demanded satisfaction.

I pulled up to her apartment complex and practically leaped from the car, taking the stairs two at a time until I reached her door. My heart pounded against my chest as I raised a trembling hand to knock. The seconds stretched into eternity until finally, the door swung open, revealing Jasmine in all her tantalizing glory.

She wore a sheer black robe that clung to her curves like a second skin. Underneath, I could make out the swell of her ample breasts, the dark areolas of her nipples visible beneath the thin fabric. The robe rode up her thighs, exposing more of her smooth, shapely legs with each tantalizing breath.

“Took you long enough,” she purred, her full lips curling into a coquettish grin. Without invitation, I stepped inside, my gaze raking over her body hungrily.

“God, Jasmine, you look…insane,” I breathed, my voice rough with desire. She closed the door behind me and turned, her hips swaying hypnotically as she walked towards the living room.

“I aim to please,” she replied, casting a heated glance over her shoulder. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, I’m good,” I said hastily, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer. Jasmine seemed to sense my impatience and gave me a wicked little smile.

“Why don’t you have a seat and make yourself comfortable then?” she suggested, gesturing towards the plush couch. I followed her lead, sinking into the soft cushions, my eyes never leaving her luscious form.

Jasmine moved with the grace of a lioness, a seductive sway to her hips, her ample rear swaying invitingly. She approached me, her intentions clear, and straddled my lap with unexpected boldness. I could feel the heat of her core through the thin robe, igniting a fire deep within me.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment all day,” she confessed, her dark eyes smoldering with unbridled lust as she leaned in close.

“Me too,” I growled, my hands drifting up to cup her full breasts, relishing the weight of them in my palms. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Jasmine moaned softly, arching into my touch as I began kneading her breasts through the flimsy fabric. “That makes two of us then,” she purred, rubbing her core against the growing bulge in my pants. “I thought about you touching me like this, bending me over the kitchen counter and…”

She didn’t finish her heated words, leaning in instead to press her full, inviting lips against mine. I was hungry for her, ravishing her mouth as she matched my passion with her own fervor. My hands roamed over her body, greedily exploring every dip and curve, the heat of her skin burning me through the gossamer robe.

As we continued our heated make out session, Jasmine reached down and boldly palmed my erection through my jeans. I groaned into her mouth, my hips bucking involuntarily against her touch. “Jasmine…” I managed to gasp out between breathless kisses, “you’re driving me crazy.”

She chuckled, a deep, sensuous sound that sent shivers down my spine. “That’s the point,” she replied, her voice a husky murmur against my lips. “I want to drive you wild with desire.”

With that, she slipped off my lap and onto her knees before me, her dark eyes never leaving mine as she deftly unfastened my jeans and slid them down my legs, along with my boxers. My aching, throbbing erection sprang free, and Jasmine licked her lips hungrily.

“Mmm, you’re so big and hard for me,” she purred, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and giving it a firm squeeze. I let out a guttural moan, my head falling back against the couch as she began to stroke me slowly, her touch both firm and tantalizing.

I watched, transfixed, as she brought her lips closer, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive head of my cock. Then, without warning, she took me into her mouth, enveloping my girth in her wet, silken heat. “Oh, fuck!” I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair as she began to bob her head, taking me deeper with each pass of her lips.

Jasmine was a master at her craft, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucked me with fervor. She worked me with skillful enthusiasm, alternating between licking and sucking, trailing her mouth down to my heavy balls before taking me deep into her throat.

The sensations were overwhelming, the wet heat of her mouth driving me closer and closer to the edge. “Jasmine, baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to cum,” I warned, my voice strained with pleasure.

She ignored my plea, her eyes locked with mine as she continued her relentless assault on my senses. “Mmmm,” she hummed around my cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body.

It was too much, too overwhelming, and with a hoarse cry, I came hard, my seed spilling down her throat. Jasmine swallowed every drop, milking me until I had nothing left to give.

As I came down from my high, Jasmine climbed back onto my lap, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. “That was just the beginning,” she teased, pressing a kiss to my jawline. “I’m going to worship every inch of your body tonight.”

I knew I was in for a wild, sensual ride, and I couldn’t wait to lose myself in her touch once more. With Jasmine, I knew indulging my deepest, darkest fantasies was only the beginning.

The night stretched out before us like an endless erotic adventure, and I was ready to explore every naughty possibility with my sultry African goddess.