🔥 Steam and Seduction - Sabrina & Howard 🔥- (18+ NSFW Reading) EsSense of Ebony Books

In the kitchen, sizzling flavors and heated passion collide as Sabrina serves up more than just a meal, igniting a night of wild, unforgettable pleasure with Howard—where the only thing hotter than the jerk chicken is their insatiable desire for each other...

Sabrina moved with a sway as she stirred the pot, her red stiletto heels clicking softly against the kitchen tiles. The rich scent of jerk chicken filled the room, mingling with the sweetness of coconut milk from the rice and peas bubbling on the stove.

This was Howard’s favourite — and Sabrina knew exactly what she was doing.

She wore the red baby doll teddy he had bought her from Agent Provocateur. Lace, sheer, sinful. Heels like something off a Soho stage. It wasn’t a look for the faint-hearted — and definitely not for dinner with the girls.

Howard crept up behind her, arms snaking around her waist like he couldn’t help himself.

“Mmm,” he muttered, voice low and raspy. “Smells good. I just hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

Sabrina shot him a wicked look over her shoulder, then moved to the fridge, hips swinging, to grab the ketchup for her sauce.

Howard’s eyes never left her.

“Real talk though,” he murmured, stepping closer, his breath teasing the back of her neck, “I could skip dinner and eat you instead.”

Before she could even roll her eyes, he was behind her — lips on her neck, hands sliding under her lace. She giggled at first, trying to keep her composure.

“Behave, man. Dinner soon ready,” she said, setting the table with finesse as sexy as she could manage in 6-inch stripper heels.

But Howard wasn’t hearing it.

As she bent slightly to fix a plate, he dropped to his knees like he was at altar. With one swift move, he yanked her panties to the side and pressed his mouth between her thighs. No warning. Just raw hunger.

“Jesus, Howard—” she gasped, bracing herself on the table.

His tongue was a weapon — flicking, sucking, swirling on her clit like he was tryna write poetry with it. One finger slid inside her, then two, while he devoured her like a starved man.

The moans escaped her lips before she could swallow them. The room filled with the wet sounds of her pleasure, her knees threatening to give way. Her orgasm built like a storm — sudden and overwhelming. Howard felt her walls tighten and backed his fingers off just in time, his tongue staying on her clit as she squirted into his open mouth and onto the floor.

He licked it up like the greedy man he was.

“Damn, baby,” he grinned, breathless. “That’s my dinner.”

Sabrina could barely breathe, let alone walk. So he lifted her, bridal-style, kissed her forehead and — with a cheeky grin — leaned over to turn the stove off.

“No sense wasting the gravy,” he winked.

Inside the bedroom, the real feast continued. Howard undressed her like she was treasure — eyes wide, tongue teasing every inch. He kissed her collarbone, sucked her nipples till they were tender, and fingered her slow until her back arched again.

But Sabrina wasn’t the type to let a man lead for too long.

She flipped the script — pushing him onto the bed, sliding between his legs. Her mouth wrapped around his dick with a wicked skill that made him moan deep from his chest. Her body hovered above him, her slick folds glistening just inches from his tongue.

The 69. Classic. Dirty. Divine.

The rest of the night blurred into sweat, licks, moans, and movement. They forgot all about the food. The only thing that got served was orgasm after orgasm — hot, messy, unforgettable.

Sex sweet, eeeee?!

To be continued…

But the rice and peas still burn up inna di pot.