Sensuality

Kendra tried to think of something that she could do that did not have anything to do with sex. But with Zumbi in her life that had become a near-impossible task. She tried cleaning the bathroom, again. But when she pushed the toilet bowl brush into the cave of the commode, she flashbacked on the time that Zumbi plunged his dick into her cave from behind and they wound up breaking the seat off the toilet in her parents’ guest bathroom.

No, that definitely wasn’t going to work.

Kendra thought she might find relief in the homemade chocolates they kept so readily stocked in the kitchen. After all, chocolate was the ultimate comfort food.

She realized her mistake with her first bite. As the caramel filling and bits of broken chocolate shell swirled around her tongue, Zumbi’s scent and the taste of his cum overwhelmed her. Zumbi, having been raised on a Brazilian cocoa farm and now spending his days crafting his signature candies, had become a walking, talking, and cumming version of his famous chocolate caramel treats.

The real Zumbi hid behind the persona who had turned his father’s humble plot of land into a world-class cocoa plantation. Zumbi was really a freak who enjoyed the challenge of coaxing out pleasure from Kendra’s stiff veneer. He was always telling her, “You are not enjoying life. You must let go. I will show you how, yes.” He then began to show her just how incompetent all her previous lovers had been. Zumbi drew out her first real orgasm with just a kiss.

And now she was hooked, strung out. Kendra was willing to do whatever he said. Well, almost.

She was willing to do anything but let Zumbi hit it in public. Kendra was the Middlesex County district attorney, after all. The bloodthirsty press already had a problem with a sista running things at the courthouse. They’d be all too happy to slap a picture of her bent-over, naked ass on the front page.

Kendra slipped her favorite satin nightie over her head and lay in bed on her side, curled in a semifetal position. She wasn’t sleepy but she knew some “rest time” would be wise, given how abundantly and generously blessed Zumbi was between his legs. The study that reported the average Brazilian penis was bigger than the average American one hadn’t surprised her a bit.

She had no idea how Zumbi showed enough restraint to prevent tearing her or causing permanent damage of some sort down there. Half the time she could barely give him head without her jaw catching a cramp. But Kendra thrived on the tension that Zumbi’s dick created inside her.

After about ten seconds, she flopped onto her other side. No matter how she lay, Zumbi’s words still echoed back to her. His promises continued to linger in her imagination every time the air cooled, causing the central heat to kick back on. It made her antsy. The impatience made her rub her thighs together.

She let out another loud sigh. Then she crammed the heel of her hand up between her thighs. The throbbing only intensified and the restlessness remained coiled tight within every joint. There was no way she was able to lie still. Kendra wanted that dick now!

She flipped through the endless choices that digital cable provided. Kendra had to laugh as she settled for an adult channel. Zumbi was the first guy she’d brought home that her straightlaced bourgeois parents actually liked. Little did they know that he was the freakiest boyfriend she’d ever brought to the house.

Mere hours after meeting them, she’d allowed Zumbi to damn near penetrate her in her parents’ hallway. Kendra’s mother had poked her pink-roller-and-night-capped head out of the bedroom to check on the noise. Her mother never said a word about it to her, then or since. She had just thrown Kendra one of those secret “go get yours, girlfriend” smiles. Kendra never knew the old girl had it in her.

Kendra squeezed her eyes and prayed that Delta didn’t play their usual delayed flight shit tonight. Outside, distant thunder rumbled. Thick, dark clouds began to cover the early evening sky. She whispered, “Santa Barbara.”

Fuck. She already knew his plane was gonna be late.

“Where are you?” Zumbi’s words had pulled her from her lingering slumber. Thank goodness he had called when he did. She’d been about to drift into so hard a sleep that she wouldn’t have woken until morning. Kendra had scrambled off the bed and stopped only to snatch her raincoat, flip-flops, and car keys before running out to the garage.

Now the rain pounded on the roof of the car so hard that it sounded like someone was beating it. Kendra took her foot off the gas pedal to keep the car from going too fast. This part of Interstate 78 was not a place to crash. The drive through the Watchung Hills barely had any lights. She never saw cops cruise this area. And traffic was light through this area even when the weather was clear. She glanced at the clock on her dashboard—11:15 P.M. Yep, she definitely didn’t need to do anything that would crash the car.

She continued driving down the darkened highway. Suddenly the lightning lit up the sky. Kendra saw the crumbled concrete and other construction materials blown onto the road ahead. It was too close for her to swerve. Slamming the brake would cause the car to fishtail out of control. She braced herself as she passed over the spot. The car coasted to a slower speed as it rumbled over the debris.

The rain danced sideways across the windshield. She hoped the water would pound down on her and Zumbi’s bodies with the same intensity when they would take a shower together later. He would love the new massage showerhead she’d installed that week. That good hurt between her legs screamed for relief.

Light flashed through the sky, bright as sunlight. A loud rumble shook everything that touched the ground.

“Santa Barbara!” Kendra swerved the car to barely miss a large tree limb that fell. The Quiet Storm radio announcer warned, “Don’t go out on the roads unless you absolutely have to.”

“Yeah, now you tell me,” Kendra threw back to the radio sarcastically. She couldn’t help feeling that it was her own fault that she was still out there. Had she not overslept, she’d be pulling back into the driveway with Zumbi beside her by now.

The cool satin negligee brushed against her sensitive nipples, bringing Kendra back to the present. She had no control over her body’s response to Zumbi’s favorite fabric against her skin. Suppressing the tactile memory of Zumbi’s satin hands stroking her breasts required more concentration than she could afford to divert from the road. The reason why she was out on the road during this storm came to the forefront of her mind—Zumbi was waiting for her.

She couldn’t believe she was going out in public wearing only her lingerie underneath her raincoat. It was a big step for her. However, she did have her panties stuffed into the glove compartment, in case she lost her nerve.

Zumbi was always trying to get her to experience the thrill of public sex. Hell, she had just overcome the public-displays-of-affection hurdle. But Kendra had never been in a relationship this serious before, so she had never felt moved to do it. And her parents had never been overly affectionate in front of her. Was it possible that she might not be able to hold out until they returned to the house? The thought dampened her inner thighs with a force that rivaled the intensity of the storm outside.

Images of the position they discussed flashed through her mind. Thoughts of wanton abandon remained during the rest of her cautious trip to the airport.

The reassurance that she’d soon be in Zumbi’s embrace made Kendra feel like she’d turned to liquid. She inhaled the earthy scent that was all Zumbi.

An airplane rumbled overhead. The road glowed orange as the streetlights became more abundant. The sign to the side read NEWARK AIRPORT, 2 MILES. With a renewed sense of purpose, Kendra turned her attention back to the storm-beaten highway.

“I hope you’re not too tired. You have promises to keep, O Senhor Oliveira,” Kendra purred into his collar. She looked around before sucking his plump earlobe. “’Cause I’ll ride you in your sleep if you try to break them.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you right on the baggage-claim carousel over there.” Zumbi reached inside her open raincoat and yanked her hips to his and g