Skin to Skin

Asha stepped into Musa's home, a familiar warmth greeting her. The comforting scent of garlic, herbs, spices and something freshly baked filled the air.

She hadn't even knocked, just pushed the door open without warning, feeling an overwhelming need for some space, some comfort, something to block out the memory of Richard's cold frustration.

"Guess who is here," Asha said.

Musa looked up from the stove, his brow furrowing as he noticed her sudden arrival. "Asha," he said, his tone soft but teasing. "You didn't tell me you were coming over."

She smiled faintly, brushing past him, trying to shake off the weight of the day. "I needed to surprise you."

Musa, always understanding when it came to her, didn't press. Instead, he gestured to the stove, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, I was just making dinner. Join me?"

Asha nodded, sliding into her usual spot at the counter. As Musa added spices to the sizzling pan, they slipped into a comfortable conversation, the sound of the rhythmic chop of vegetables and the crackling of the stove.

Without thinking, Asha reached out, brushing her fingers against his hand. He paused, meeting her eyes with a warmth that made her heart flutter. His lips curved into a gentle smile. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.

She hesitated for a moment, then, she said, "Yes am very fine"

Musa didn't push further. Instead, he moved closer, placing a hand on her back and pulling her into him for a soft kiss. It was tender, slow, like they both had all the time in the world. But the kiss deepened, and the quiet evening took on a new energy.

Their lips parted for a moment, breath mingling in the space between them. Asha felt the weight of Richard's meeting slip away as Musa's warmth enveloped her. He cupped her face gently, kissing her again, this time with more urgency. The pressure in her chest loosened, replaced by the rising heat between them.

The cooking forgotten, he lifted her toward the couch, bodies entwining, lips never breaking contact. Clothes fell to the floor in a hurried rush, both of them craving the comfort only the other could offer.

Her nipples had hardened in this situation, one hand wrapped and lubing a bit harder Musa's dick, her lips parted and a soft moan left her lips as the feeling felt so heavy for her.

"Ooh fuck….. your hand feels so good on me baby Musa cursed softly, definitely in pleasure. He let his tongue slide down to the underside of her pussy, swirled his tongue on the tips and linked it , softly and carefully.

"Aaaaawwch..." a soft and long moan, he couldn't resist it.

Asha opened up her legs as wide as she could to let his dick in, She couldn't take it any longer, but Musa didn't let that happen immediately.

Listen, I'm going to fuck you like you deserve, do u understand me? Musa whispered in her ear, one hand messaging her hair, another playing with her boobs.

"I want to fuck this tight Pussy of yours, and spread these legs by my self. Beg me to do so!" He demanded.

At this moment, Asha had no idea of what to say, but she also wanted him to do as he said, She was super horny.

You heard me baibe, didn't you? He pushed his thick dick and slapped it gently to her pussy.

"Aaaaah…." she moaned. Him slapping his dick against her pussy turned her on even more.

"Please fuck me" she moaned and naturally those words escaped from her mouth.

"Only that? Who do you fucking want to give you a proper fuck?" He said.

"I…. I want…." She lost a clue on what she could actually say and then it slipped out of her mouth.

"I want my King to fuck my pussy"

"Orhf! incredible, King's little baby!" I like that.

Her eyes met his in a romantic and seductive way, the next second, he pushed his thick dick inside her pussy which was already dripping wet. Their bodies shuddered with pleasure.

Her eyes rolled over as she held onto his firm thighs tightly.

Your pussy is so tight, he groaned.

He pulled out, slammed his dick back onto her pussy and rubbed her clit lightly.

"Ease up for me, baby. Your pussy is too tight, ease up for the King."

He then made her take more of his thick dick, fast fucks, one round, two, three. This wasn't just lust but a long awaited moment of happiness for the two lover birds.

Later, when they finally lay together, the only sound was their steady breathing, the heat of the moment slowly fading into a peaceful afterglow. Asha closed her eyes, feeling for the first time that day, a sense of calm. Musa held her close, his fingers tracing small circles on her back.

A sudden vibration, Asha reached out to see. It's her phone, half-dazed, and picking it up, still lying in Musa's arms.

The screen lit up with a WhatsApp notification, from Richard. A view once video.

Her pulse quickened as she clicked it, not knowing what to expect. Her breath hitched as the video played.

Maya, in the bar with some guy, they were laughing but Asha couldn't recognise.

Richard's man?

Her fingers moved hesitantly to scroll down and read the message he had attached:

"Did you really think I would let you go that easily? I know you're watching. She's a good girl, isn't she? Too good to be caught in this mess, but you know... mistakes happen. People get careless. And when they do, well, I make sure they understand the cost. Don't play with me Asha."

Asha's eyes burned, and the weight of his words pressed down on her chest like a stone. This wasn't just a warning. This was a promise. And it was clear that Richard was willing to do whatever it took to make her go back to his World.

Asha's heart stopped. Maya was in danger.