Sensuality

Her now exposed labia, swollen with desire, pulsed as the cool draft wafting through the room warmed. She pretended that the heated air had originated from between Zumbi’s barely parted lips. Kendra wiggled her ass to receive the increased temperature that embraced her body.

On the phone, Zumbi continued to describe how his thumb would wander down her back until it was gently nestled in the pucker of her hole. Then, he would begin to swirl it deeper into her twitching, sensitive flesh. She could feel the tip of his thumb slide in so easily that it must have been slathered in cacao oil. For the first time, Kendra welcomed this invasion and leaned her hips back further.

Following his direction, she removed the ice from the glass of cachaça and held the ice just below where his fingertip would have been. Kendra shuddered as cold shot through her hot flesh. The temperature contrast stirred something within her, something that she could only describe as need. A desperate, soul-stirring need for Zumbi’s thick pipe of a dick inside her. She guided the ice along the crease where her ass turned into pussy.

She nearly dropped the ice as she finished with a circle around her berry-ripe clitoris. Kendra’s eyes rolled back up into her head as ecstasy made her oblivious to the ice-cold water that now streaked down her inner thighs.

She stroked herself with the ice like it was a pendulum, just as Zumbi promised he would stroke her in several hours, back and forth until her plump pussy turned numb to the stinging sensation. Another blast of heat from the vent pushed its way between her folds. The insatiable need expanded, caressing everything below her waist. Kendra’s tightened jaw clenched the pillow until her teeth broke through the fabric. It was now essential that she ride Zumbi’s dick tonight.

As the ice slipped through her fingers, Zumbi’s words pulled her hips back and eased them down on his phantom shaft. The rounded tip would graze the most sensitive spot in her pussy first, sending a tingle as far south as the webbing between her first two toes and as far north as her molars. Kendra gasped at how real his imagined dick felt in her empty pussy. She, now in a deeper squat, rocked on her ankles as she longed for the stiff dick that was not there yet.

“Ah, mulher, você ’tá pronta para mim ainda?” Zumbi growled into the phone like a silver-gray puma stalking his prey in the Amazon rain forest. His lapse into Portuguese told her just how close he was to losing it himself. But she had picked up enough of the language to understand what he’d said: Woman, are you ready for me yet?

Was she? He had spent the better part of their last three phone calls describing in detail each and every thing he was going to do to her when he returned from this trip to Brazil. Kendra had better be ready.

Kendra almost lost her grip on the phone as her body reconstructed its memories of how Zumbi’s dick felt sliding into her. Her vaginal muscles instinctively slackened to accommodate his thickened inches. But there was no meat to satisfy the hunger. Her body’s lingering tingle intensified. Kendra pulled in a deep, ragged breath. “Eu não sei,” she confessed. I don’t know.

“You better be ready, woman.” Zumbi paused again. “Now, Kendra, remember the rule.”

“I know, I know.” Kendra knew he was going to repeat the rule. She wished he wouldn’t. It had become a mantra in her head. But she knew it was coming. She tried to beat him to the punch, but they wound up saying it together.

“Você melhora não o toque você mesmo.”

You better not touch.

Silence followed. Kendra could hear Zumbi gathering his breath to say something else, but he stopped.

“Shit, I gotta go. They’re boarding my flight.”

Click.

She threw the phone across the room.

That’s when the ache began.

Kendra picked up the phone with a heavy huff. Then she rolled over on the bed and examined the face of her watch.

Zumbi’s flight wouldn’t land at Newark International Airport for another three hours. They had not seen each other in two weeks. And she had never before felt like such a gushy mess below the waist. It was going to be one hell of a wait.

Before Zumbi, Kendra always got what she wanted, when she wanted it. But Zumbi returned home to Brazil quarterly to check on his family’s cocoa plantation in southern Bahia. During these separations, Kendra was forced to deny her own pleasure, her pleasure being fucking Zumbi. Now she hated herself for letting him throw away her vibrator, her second favorite pleasure. Thank goodness he’d been calling from his layover in Atlanta and not from Rio de Janeiro. A journey starting from Rio could take over sixteen hours, even when the airplane and all his connecting flights were on time.

This last conversation had her hot pussy throbbing at an all new high. Unconsciously, she slid her fingers down the darkened line that extended below her waist. A jolt went through her as she held the slippery ball of flesh between her fingers. Her eyes widened when she felt

its flushed size—almost the width of a raspberry. Kendra touched all around it to further investigate its size. Tremors began to violently shake her body.

Damn, that felt good. It felt so good that she teetered on the edge of cumming.

No. She withdrew her hand because she promised Zumbi that she would wait for him to get her off. Kendra could wait a few more hours. Maybe.

Their reunions seemed to gain in intensity with every separation. Last time they came dangerously close to injuring themselves. Zumbi had surprised Kendra with a bondage kit he had picked up during a brief stop in Rio de Janeiro. He bound her wrists and ankles to the four corners of their bed—good and tight so she couldn’t move. Zumbi then proceeded to slurp, nibble, and suck her pussy while stroking her inner thighs with a purple feather.

Unable to move, all she could do was scream so loudly that she had been hoarse for a week. Her body quakes became so violent that her bound leg yanked off one of the bedposts and broke the bed. The tumble had left Zumbi woozy. Kendra had feared that he had a concussion.

Zumbi had promised a special secret something in addition to the ice to top even the broken bed. Kendra couldn’t imagine what.

Three hours was a lot of time to kill, especially when you’re horny as hell and can’t do anything about it. Kendra decided to pass the time by making her pussy “pretty.” It was her special ritual that involved her favorite jasmine and ylang-ylang-scented shower gel, a similarly scented massage oil, and gold-plated scissors. She went into her bathroom closet and retrieved her pretty-pussy kit.

However, between the aphrodisiacs mixed into the cleanser and the cool metal against her already aroused skin, Kendra’s hand became too shaky to finish trimming the few stray hairs on her already shaved snatch without nicking herself. Further agitated, she cleaned everything off and put the kit away.