Wet Nights

Shemika

I wasn’t crying because my sister died, I was crying because her husband was fingering me in the back of the funeral limo, whispering that I was the real fuc-king.

We sat at the back of the moving limousine, as the car gently took us to the funeral home to carry out the proper burial rites for my late sister, Maya.

It's no doubt that Maya was a sweet person, loved by all and hated by few. Maya treated me like I was her child. Since we lost Mom, she took me into her home and gave me more than I asked for.

She was battling with keeping her pregnancy, she's always having a miscarriage and she'd cried her eyes out after each miscarriage.

The weight of Maya's struggle weighed upon her like a whole nation was sitting on her. 

Maya's husband, Cruz, had suggested surrogacy as a way for them to have a family, since carrying a pregnancy was hard for her. Maya was against the idea, she said she'd tried again.

Finally, she was able to keep her last pregnancy, but only for her to die in the course of childbirth. We lost Maya, we lost the child.

And here I was feeling sick over the twisted arousal squeezing in my belly as Cruz’s fingers slowly slipped under my black funeral dress.

There was an unusual silence in the street as we passed by, it was as if the universe was mourning Maya's departure.

Maya's casket was just ahead of our car, in an ambulance, but Cruz was so thoughtless that all he could think of was making me wet on our way to his wife's funeral.

Cruz has always tried to lure me into having an affair with him but I've always turned him down, despite wanting it.

Maya was so good to me, fucking her husband behind her was just a deadly thing to engage in. 

Whenever Cruz comes into my room, showcasing his length to me, I'd always send him out and warn him to stop acting foolish for once, but deep down, he was all I wanted.

I've always fought against Cruz's seduction, but what the fuck is wrong with me right now? Maybe I feel, since Maya is gone, I could have the dick I've been craving for.

I tried to stop Cruz just like I've always done but I couldn't. My thighs stayed open, as my panties were gradually becoming soaked up.

This is taboo.

This is sin.

I can't believe of all the days I could have fallen for Cruz's seduction, it's a day like this—it's my sister's funeral, for crying out loud."

People are mourning, but I was moaning silently, how cruel!

Despite the guilt weighing heavily upon me, I still couldn't ask him to stop. 

It's just a four letter word, but it became hard for me to say as Cruz's fingers went even deeper, I grabbed the empty seat next to me, as I bit the lower part of my lips to swallow the loud moan that could escape my lips.

He moved his fingers inside of me like a driver moving in circles, lost where exactly to head to—he was doing it purposely.

His two fingers slowly circled my clit as my hip twitched forward in submission. My breath was shivering but I tried to keep it low.

His fingers were doing sinful things around my wall as I opened my legs even wider as if I wanted to take in his whole fist. Fuck, I've reached climax and I could cum right now but I can't, not right now.

Cruz's fingers began to move even faster as I begged him to go deeper. I didn't utter a word, but the way I tilted my head up and shook rhythmically in response to his gentle thrust, then he should have known that I wanted more of it.

He began to thrust in and out of my dripping entrance while his palm grazed my swollen clit softly, rubbing it like he's destined to make me feel this way.

Fuck, he's doing it right.

His palm brushed the sensitive upper walls of my pussy, as he slowly coiled his fingers inside of me, and I could feel it in the lower part of my belly.

“Don't cum! Don't cum!.” I cried within me. Fuck this is the most painful punishment ever, reaching orgasm but can't cum, neither could I moan.

Cruz gently pulled his fingers out, but before I could settle down with a gentle sigh, he slid in again, now hitting me straight in the G-spot without warning.

Fuck, I screamed in my head as my fingers dug into the leather chair next to me.

Cruz smiled as he curled his fingers again inside of me, each of his movements were now more deliberate and intense.

He pressed upward, using his tip to stroke the front wall of my core. He was slow at first, then he became faster and I could fiil my cum at the entrance already, but I couldn't release it, not when we're close to approaching the funeral home.

He steadily thrust in and out of me and I shook continuously like I'd a vibrator inside of me, just when I was at the verge of doing the worst thing—cumming. He paused and whispered in my ears, “You can't cum!” His hoarse voice brushed through the veins popping out on my neck as I couldn't hold it in any much longer.

Just when I thought he was about to stop, his fingers suddenly pressed against my G-spot, running it steadily in slow, itchy circles that made me ache my hips forward involuntarily. I couldn't breathe for a second, that was a stake.

Then, slowly he pulled his finger out and sucked onto the drops on his fingers as he adjusted his suit, keeping a serious face like nothing ever happened.

I haven't recovered yet, I can't believe, Cruz just executed denial on me. I've always wanted to try it, well, I just did.

I tilted my head frontward and adjusted my panties, bringing it back to the middle from where Cruz had shifted it to for an entry.

My legs were still trembling beneath me.

Cruz leaned in, “You're always the one I wanted, Shemika, I'm sorry I didn't let you cum.” He whispered as he brought down the sunglasses to his eyes and waited for the car to pull into the driveway.