Ep:07 The Guarded Desires

The moon was a solitary sentinel in the sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the quiet neighbourhood. Mia lay in bed, the soft whispers of the breeze through the curtains the only sound that filled the otherwise empty house. Her fingers traced the cold, plastic surface of the vibrator on her nightstand, a sad reminder of the warmth she craved. She had picked it out herself, a sleek device in a shade of blue that was supposed to be calming. But all it did was remind her of the chilly emptiness of her marriage bed when Leo was away. With a sigh, Mia rolled over, the fabric of her long silk nightgown sliding over her skin like a lover's caress. She had tried to ignore the desire that burned within her, but tonight, it was stronger than ever. Her hand slipped under the covers, her fingertips brushing against her swollen flesh.

As her breath grew shallower, she reached for the vibrator, the need for release becoming too great to resist. She turned it on, the low buzz filling the room, and slid it inside herself, mimicking the rhythm she knew Leo used so well. The tension grew, tightening within her like a coil about to snap. Her hips began to rock in time with the vibrations, her moans growing louder, echoing through the empty house.

The door clicked open to reveal her bodyguard, a towering African man named Kofi, his muscular form cast in shadows by the dim light from the hallway, had come to check on her during a particularly long stretch of Leo's absence. He found her in a state of undress, her hand buried between her legs, her eyes glazed with desire. He was always there, a silent sentinel watching over her, his presence a comfort and a temptation all rolled into one. His eyes never left hers as he closed the door behind him, the soft click a declaration of his intent.

Their eyes met, and she knew what he saw in hers—a hunger that had grown ravenous in the months since it had first been awakened. The look that passed between them was electric, a silent understanding that crackled with unspoken need. 

Her cheeks flushed with desire and a hint of embarrassment. "I...I was just..." she began, but her voice trailed off as he approached the bed. His hand reached out, brushing a lock of hair from her face with a tenderness she hadn't seen in his eyes before. "Mrs. Castelli, Let me take care of you," he said, his voice a gentle command. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and she felt the heat of him, so close. Mia's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with want.

With a knowing smile, Kofi reached for the lamp, turning the light back off. The room plunged into darkness, the only sound the rapid beat of their hearts. He climbed into bed beside her, his large, warm body a stark contrast to the cool sheets. Mia felt her breath catch as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, questioning kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of a thousand unspoken desires, of a passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

As they kissed, Mia's hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, her trembling fingers working them open one by one. His skin was hot underneath, his chest hair tickling her palms. He groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her body. The kiss grew deeper, their tongues tangling.

Her hands reached out, finding his broad shoulders, her nails digging in as she pulled him closer. The kiss grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of need and want. He tasted like mint and something else, something uniquely him, and she realized she had missed this more than she had ever allowed herself to admit. His hand slid down her body, cupping her breast, his thumb circling her erect nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her core.

Mia let out a soft moan, arching into his touch. His other hand found the hem of her nightgown, pushing it up her thighs, exposing her to the cool air. He paused for a moment, his thumb brushing the wetness that had gathered between her legs. "You're so ready," he murmured against her neck, his voice a low growl. She felt his cock pressing against her, thick and hard, and she knew he was just as desperate for this as she was.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice a plea. "Please, Kofi."

He didn't need any further encouragement. With a swift move, he pulled the mini nightgown which was barely covering her, over her head, tossing it aside leaving her naked and vulnerable before him. He took in the sight of her naked body with a groan, his eyes shining with hunger. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking beautiful."

His mouth found her neck, kissing and nipping as his hand slid between her thighs. His fingers slipped inside her, stroking her with a skill that sent shockwaves through her body. Mia's head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut as she moaned his name. It felt so much better than the plastic substitute she had been using, so much more real, so much more alive.

Kofi's hand moved faster, his thumb rubbing her clit with just the right amount of pressure. "Come for me," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "Come for me, Mia."

Her body responded, her muscles tightening around his fingers as she rode the waves of pleasure. She could feel the tension building, the coil inside her ready to snap. And then it did, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping and trembling in its wake.

But Kofi wasn't done. He kissed his way down her body, his tongue tracing a wet path along her collarbone, between her breasts, down her stomach. He settled between her legs, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive flesh. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice a dark whisper.

"I want you," she gasped, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her climax. "All of you."

Without another word, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock nudging against her. Mia's eyes flew open, watching as he pushed inside her inch by inch. It was a slow, torturous process that had her begging for more, her nails digging into his back. When he was fully sheathed, he paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size.

Then, with a deep, guttural groan, he began to move, his hips driving into hers in a rhythm that matched the beating of her heart. It was a dance of passion, a silent symphony of pleasure that had been waiting to be played out for so long. And as they moved together, Mia knew that this was what she had been craving all along. This connection, this heat, this feeling of being truly alive.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, their harsh pants and gasps. His hands found hers, their fingers interlocking as they moved as one. And in that moment, she realized she had never felt so seen, so desired, so alive. This was what she needed, not the cold touch of a plastic toy, but the warmth of a man who knew her body better than she did herself.

Mia's eyes closed, her head falling back, as she gave herself over to the sensation of his mouth and hands on her body. The tension inside her grew, coiling tighter with each flick of his tongue and squeeze of his fingers. She moaned, the sound echoing in the vast emptiness of the penthouse. As the night unfolded, she knew she was crossing a line, but she didn't care. With each moan and gasp of pleasure, she was claiming a piece of herself back from the emptiness that Leo's absence had left behind.

While outside her another bodyguard ,Tariq's footsteps were silent as he moved through the dimly lit corridor of the Castelli Mansion. His eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any sign of his friend and colleague, Kofi. The moon cast a soft, ethereal light through the windows, painting the walls in a palette of silver and blue. The house was unusually quiet, save for the distant sound of a TV playing in the living room and the occasional muffled noise from Mia's room.

As he approached the door, the sounds grew clearer, more distinct—the unmistakable rhythm of passion. His heart quickened, a mix of concern and curiosity propelling him forward. With a gentle knock, he pushed the door open, revealing a scene that made his blood run cold. There she was, Mia Castelli, her body moving in a way that made his own ache with desire—and she was not alone.

The room remained dark, the moonlight casting a soft, ethereal glow over the rumpled bed. At first, Tariq's eyes took a moment to adjust, but as they did, he saw Mia bouncing above someone, her moans a siren's call in the quiet night. His gaze traveled down her naked form, the curves of her hips, the arch of her back, and then he saw Kofi's broad, muscular frame beneath her. Shock froze him in place as he watched them, his mind racing with what this meant for their friendship, for his job, and for the woman he had sworn to protect.

He stepped closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, but they were too lost in their passion to notice. He watched as Kofi's strong hands gripped Mia's waist, guiding her movements. Tariq felt a strange mix of anger and arousal as he took in the sight of Mia's bouncing breasts, her nipples peaked with pleasure. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed her, his hands claiming her firm, full breasts, his mouth finding her neck, kissing.

Mia gasped, her eyes flying open, and she looked back at him, surprise and a hint of fear in their depths. But before she could say anything, Tariq claimed her mouth in a kiss that was as possessive as it was passionate. Her body stiffened for a moment before melting into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as she met his kiss with a fervor that matched his own.

Tariq's smirk widened. He closed the distance in two strides, his large hand engulfing hers, pulling her upright against him. His other hand slid possessively around her waist, fingers splaying across the soft curve of her hip.

"You taste like heaven," Tariq murmured against her lips, his hands never stopping their worship of her breasts. Mia's eyes searched his, looking for answers to questions she hadn't yet spoken. She found only desire and a hint of something else—longing.

With a sense of urgency that she couldn't deny, she pushed herself up, straddling Kofi's waist. She reached out for Tariq, guiding him to lie beside her husband's bodyguard. Her hand slipped into Tariq's pants, her warm fingers wrapping around his thick, hard length. He moaned into her mouth, the sound mingling with her own whimpers of need.

Kofi watched them, his eyes dark with arousal, his cock standing tall and proud. "Take him," he urged, his hand moving around her soft ass. "Let us both give you what you need."

Kofi moved behind her, his hands sliding to cup her heavy breasts, thumbs circling her nipples with rough expertise. Trapped between their heat and strength, Mia surrendered to the storm. Tariq's mouth crashed down on hers, demanding and possessive, while Kofi's hands roamed her body, reigniting the embers Leo's absence left smoldering. Their touches were firebrands, erasing thought, replacing guilt with raw sensation.

Mia nodded, breaking their kiss, and turned to Tariq. She lowered her head, her mouth engulfing his cock, her hand pumping him in time with Kofi's strokes. Tariq's hips bucked involuntarily, his hands reaching up to cradle her head as she took him in deeper. Her other hand found Kofi's erection, her grip firm and sure, as she stroked him in unison with her mouth's ministrations on Tariq.

Tariq pinned her wrists above her head, his dark eyes blazing. "Say it," he commanded, his knee nudging her thighs apart. "Say you belong to this." "Yours," Mia gasped, writhing against his hold. "Now!" Kofi knelt between her splayed legs, his mouth replacing his hands on her breasts, sucking hard, biting gently, sending waves of pleasure-pain crashing through her. Tariq released her wrists only to grip her hips, lifting her, positioning her for his thrust. He entered her with a powerful groan, filling the aching void with brutal efficiency. Kofi shifted lower, his tongue finding her slick core, lapping at her clit in time with Tariq's deep, rhythmic strokes. The dual assault was overwhelming, a symphony of sensation that shattered her higher, faster than before. She screamed, her body convulsing, lost in the depraved ecstasy only they could provide.

Their moans filled the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the wet suction of her mouth creating a symphony of desire. They moved as one, their bodies in perfect harmony, each driving the other closer to the brink.

"Oh, fuck," Tariq groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as Mia's mouth worked magic on him. Kofi's hand reached out, his fingers tangling with Tariq's in Mia's hair, guiding her movements.

Mia could feel her own arousal building again, the pressure inside her begging for release. She released Tariq's cock with a pop, a line of saliva connecting them, and sat back, looking down at the two men. "I want you both," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with lust. Without a word, Kofi repositioned himself, his cock standing proudly as he offered it to her. She took it in her mouth again, her hand never leaving Tariq's, her eyes locked on his.

Tariq watched, his chest heaving, as Mia sucked Kofi's cock with a passion that was almost painful to behold. He knew this was wrong, that he was crossing lines that could never be uncrossed, but the desire that had been simmering between them was too potent to ignore.

With a final, desperate thrust, Tariq came, his seed spurting into Mia's eager mouth. She swallowed greedily, her hand still pumping Kofi. As Tariq's orgasm subsided, she turned her attention back to Kofi, her movements quickening.

 Kofi's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving hers. "Mrs. Castelli," he grunted, his hand tightening on hers. "You're going to make me come."

Mia only sucked harder, her other hand stroking Tariq's now sensitive shaft. And with a roar, Kofi filled her mouth with his own release. She took it all, swallowing as she had done with Tariq, her eyes never leaving the man who had started this all.

The room was still, their breathing the only sound in the quiet night. Mia climbed off Kofi, her legs trembling, and settled herself between the two men, her head resting on Tariq's chest.

"That was incredible," she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Yes," Kofi agreed, his arm wrapping around her waist. "But it's not over yet."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Mia looked up at Tariq. "I have another fantasy," she said, her voice a whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

And with that, she began to weave a tale of desire that would see all three of them entwined in a sandwich of passion. The idea alone was enough to make their cocks twitch with anticipation. They had done this before, but the thrill never diminished, the illicit nature of it only added to the excitement.

Kofi and Tariq didn't need to exchange a single word; they knew the dance all too well. They positioned themselves, one on either side of her, their legs entangled with hers. Mia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched them, her body already responding to the thought of being filled by both of them at once.

"Take me," she breathed, the words hanging heavy in the air. "Make me feel alive again."

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