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Must Read: A Simple Life On Paper… Part 7

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It was my turn to tease her body and I was in a seriously relaxed state. I couldn’t rush even if I wanted to. So I was gentle. I turned her on her back and started kissing a straight line down to her chest. The see-through negligee was not doing much to conceal the juicy looking fruits under it. I grabbed one while it was still trying to hide from sight. My hand that has no problem gripping a basketball; was finding it hard to clasp a single mound but it kept trying. My eyes tracked down an elusive peak on the other mountain and my mouth went for it. My nibbling and squeezing with the lacy fabric had her whining like a snake on my bed. Soft but deep groans interrupted her breathing. Her eyes were closed and her hands were searching for anything to touch. I wanted to see all that could be seen. I was tired of the veil. Without any ceremony, her only piece of clothing was hanging on my bedroom door. I took a slow survey of what was before me and went to kiss her lips.

She loved that. My hand left the comforts of the mountain on which it roamed and headed south, to the valley of pleasures unknown. In contrast to the forest that surrounded my tower, the valley was a desert. My fingers played with the keys of the gates. They went in and out of the pool that had formed in the valley. Two adventurous fingers went diving while their fat brother kept the key occupied.

“Please” she whispered. Her breathing was deep, her eyes pleading. By now, the one-eyed monster had been reawakened by all that was transpiring and was eager to partake in the festivities. I laid on top of her, supporting myself with an arm while the other brought a pillow to prop her waist up at an angle. With that done, she guided the one-eyed cookie monster into the cookie pot…it went in slowly. She heaved a sigh of relief and so did I. There was no way transit in and out would be fast. First off, the tunnel was tight. It would have hurt if I forced my way in. Secondly, the tunnels would be tightened during exit. It was either we were in sync with our rhythm or it was a pleasant coincidence. My lips never left hers for more man a second. After a while (it’s not like I was timing it), she came to the zenith of her journey. I could tell because she lost control of what she was doing at the tunnel, groaned loudly and seemed to have lost her breath. That was good for her, but my soldier was not close. He had been on sabbatical for about half a year!
I grabbed her waist and pulled her bum to the end of the bed. I stood up, positioned the pillow again, folded her legs with her knees towards her chest and resumed my exploration of the shallow depths of boundless pleasure. This was a reboot to the whole event for her. It was just mind blowing seeing, feeling and hearing her respond to each thrust. After a while, I felt an electrical wave of pleasure flow from my back that headed to my groin and I pulled out right in time before the volcano erupted. I did not notice that she too had arrived a moment before I did.

My mind really needed to shut down. My muscles were relaxing. I looked at the damsel before me and all I wanted to do was kiss her before I slept. As I laid back in bed, she went to the bathroom for a second or two came back to bed, kissed me again and rested her head on my chest. That was the best sleep I had in ages.

Every time I woke up and saw her next to me I would get instantly motivated. She oozed a great level of sensuality that I could not resist. Each time I touched her she would flare up with energy and partake in the physical discussion passionately. Sometimes she even took charge of take control of me and what was going on. It was an experience took us to our physical limits.

By two in the afternoon we had no more strength in us.

She had cuddled up in the foetal position with her back to me and I encased her with my body in the same position. The raw fragrance of her sweaty body was rejuvenating to mine but I had to leave her be. The way the last time went I suspect it was becoming more painful than pleasurable for her. Since we had started around six in the morning I had no doubt she needed nourishment. So I gently let go of her, pulled the blanket to cover her innocently fragile looking body and went to the kitchen to see what I could whip up.

Twenty minutes later I was heading back to the room with sizzling hot leftover meat, bread, jam, bread and steamy chocolate drink on a tray. I kept it beside her on a stool and went off to find shorts to wear (yes, I went to the kitchen naked).

“For a nice guy, you are a beast in bed,” she said. Tinuke had a smile on her face as she wrapped herself up with my blanket and ate. “Hope what happened today won’t make things weird between us” she continued with a mouthful of meat, beef and jam (not exactly what I had in mind when I brought them to her). I did not know how to take her last statement. Was this a one time deal? Then I remembered the fiancée. It made sense. I was just a fling. That didn’t bother me. I was too riled up to be saddened by the possibility that this was the first and last I would have her in my bed.

We chatted about different things. Her plans while in the state, how she would get to camp on Tuesday, her arrangement to leave camp early so as to attend a friend’s wedding, her employment offer and the host of friends she planned to get in touch with. She wanted to go but that negligee was not worthy of daylight so I found a white jalabia for her to wear. I loved the sight of her walking in it. The silky fabric clung unto her curves ever so seductively. I saw her to the door as she cat-walked across to her apartment. She blew me a kiss before she closed the door. I smiled. Surviving six rounds was something I had never done before, but somehow, I felt I could have gone for more if she had not left.

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