Erotic Monday Night with Tiwa Says

Erotic Monday Night: Awakened passion, by Tiwa Says

by · The Eagle Online

A new environment comes with its challenges. It’s almost like starting afresh. Meeting new people and creating a routine in the new environment is not as easy as it seems.

I saw a sign post for a gym at a complex not far from my new apartment so I decided to check it out. The gym was somewhat full because people were in for the evening session.

While I was making my enquires, I felt a tapping on my shoulder so I turned. To my surprise, I saw Dayo smiling at me. He was dripping with sweat.

We talked for a bit. I told him I just moved to the area. He seemed excited to hear that. He was also living not too far away. I gave him my number and address and he promised to check in the next day.

I was picking out my outfits for the week when I heard my door bell ring. At the same time, my phone started to vibrate. I picked it and saw that it was Dayo calling, so I knew he was the one at the door.

It was a cool evening. We sat down to a bottle of wine and talked about different things. He asked me why I shut him out after our one and only encounter while I was on a short vacation at a beach resort. I explained that I wasn’t looking for any entanglement then and I was running from the complications of any kind of “ship”.

I took a sip of the wine, the rich red liquid warming my throat. As I set the glass down on the table, I caught Dayo’s eyes locked on mine, intense and understanding, the dim light of my living room casting soft shadows across his well defined face. He leaned forward slightly, his hand resting on his knee, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“I get it,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “Life was complicated back then. But things change. Right? We’re here now, in this new place, starting fresh.”

I nodded, my heart pounding a little faster. The air between us felt charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. We’d talked about work, the gym, the little quirks of the neighbourhood, but now the conversation had circled back to us—to that night at the resort where everything had felt electric and forbidden. I’d pushed him away because I was scared, terrified of letting someone in, knowing I was in no way ready for that kind of commitment. But sitting here with him, the wine loosening my inhibitions, I realised how much I’d missed and wanted that spark.

“Yeah,” I murmured, meeting his gaze. “Things do change.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing mine as he took my hand. His touch was gentle but firm, igniting a familiar heat low in my belly. “I’ve thought about you a lot since then,” he confessed. “That night… it wasn’t just a fling for me. I wanted more, but I respected your space.”

My breath caught. I squeezed his hand, feeling the calluses from his workouts against my skin.

Dayo smiled. That same disarming grin from the gym, and scooted closer on the couch. Our thighs touched, and I didn’t pull away. “What if we take it slow? No pressure. Just… see where this goes.”

The wine buzzed in my veins, but it was his proximity that made my pulse race. I turned toward him, our faces inches apart, and before I could overthink it, I leaned in. Our lips met softly at first, a tentative brush that quickly deepened as he cupped my cheek. His mouth was warm, tasting of merlot and desire. And I melted into the kiss, my free hand sliding up his arm to feel the hard muscle beneath his shirt.

He pulled me closer, his tongue slipping past my lips to dance with mine. A soft moan escaped from me. And he responded by trailing kisses down my neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. “I’ve wanted this again,” he whispered against my collarbone, his breath hot.

My body responded instinctively, nipples hardening under my thin blouse as I arched toward him. “Me too,” I admitted, my voice husky. I tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin, and he obliged, yanking it over his head in one smooth motion. His chest was sculpted from hours at the gym. I ran my palms over the ridges of his abs, tracing the V that dipped toward his waistband.

Dayo didn’t waste time. His hands roamed under my top, cupping my breasts. He groaned appreciatively. He pinched my nipples softly and it became hard. Dayo took one peaked nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the tip, while his hand kneaded the other. Pleasure shot straight to my core, making me wet and aching.

“God, Dayo,” I gasped, pressing his head on my chest. I closed my thighs together, seeking friction, but he noticed and slid a hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my leggings. The pressure was perfect, building that sweet tension.

He lifted his head, eyes dark with lust. “I want to taste you.” Before I could respond, he was easing me back onto the couch, peeling off my leggings and panties in one go. I was bare before him, legs spread, and he settled between them, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs wider. His breath ghosted over my folds, and then his tongue was there, licking a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit.

I cried out, hips bucking as he devoured me. He sucked on my clit, fingers parting my lips to delve inside, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. ‘You taste so fucking good,’ he murmured, the vibration sending jolts through me. I rocked against his face, chasing the building orgasm, my hands gripping the cushions.

It hit me hard, waves of ecstasy crashing as I came on his tongue, clenching around his fingers. He lapped it all up, not stopping until I was trembling and oversensitive. Then he rose, shedding his pants and boxers, his cock springing free—thick, hard, and long.

I sat up, drawn to him, wrapping my hand around his shaft. It throbbed in my grip, hot and velvety. I stroked him slowly, thumbing the head, and he hissed through his teeth. “Fuck, your hand feels amazing.”

But I wanted more. I leaned in, taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the crown before sliding down, hollowing my cheeks. He was big, stretching my lips, but I took as much as I could, bobbing my head while fondling his balls. Dayo groaned, one hand on my head, guiding but not forcing. “Yeah baby, suck my cock just like that.”

After a few minutes, he pulled back, breathing ragged. “I need to feel your warmth.” He grabbed a condom from his wallet—always prepared—and rolled it on quickly. Then he positioned me on my back, hooking my legs over his shoulders as he knelt between them.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, consuming me completely. I moaned at the stretch, the way he hit every nerve. We found a rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, our moans echoing in the room.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely as he fucked me harder, angling to grind against my clit with each stroke. Sweat slicked our bodies, the passion reigniting everything I’d buried—the thrill, the connection. “Don’t stop,” I begged, nails digging into his back.

He didn’t. He flipped us, so I was on top, hands on my hips as I rode him, grinding down to take him deeper. My breasts bounced with each movement, and he captured one in his mouth again, sucking as I chased my second release. It built fast, coiling tight, and when it shattered, I clenched around him, crying his name.

Dayo thrust up hard, once, twice, then stilled, coming with a guttural moan, pulsing inside me. We collapsed together, panting, his arms wrapping around me possessively.

As our breathing slowed, he brushed a kiss to my forehead. “That was… incredible. No running this time. Okay?”

I smiled, tracing patterns on his chest. “No running. This feels right. Let’s see where it leads.”

In that moment, wrapped in his warmth, I knew this was the start of something new—an entanglement I was finally ready to embrace, awakening passions I’d thought were lost forever.

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