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Puckered lips and coitus
“Let’s play a game called he shows, she shows,” John said, I bit down on my lower lip, puckered my lips, blew him a kiss and said “hmm yes lets.” He rose from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it at me, “your turn” he said. I sat up on the bed and slowly began to unbutton my shirt, when I was at the level of my bra band I flashed one side of my shirt and showed him a trace of grey lace with pink ribbon. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled. “Do you need some help?” he asked. I dropped my hands to my sides and he walked back to the bed and placed both hands on the shirt and button. He popped a button; he popped another button and then ran his hand under my shirt kneading the flesh below the shirt and above my derrière.
I ran my hands down his back and inhaled deeply his scent along the line of his neck, placing a kiss at the curve of his neck and shoulder. Without warning, he seized my shoulders and pushed me backwards onto the bed. He landed on top of me and quickly unbuttoned my jeans, I placed my hands on his trying to stop him but he was a hand faster and slipped his hand into my jeans but outside my panties, he dragged his fingers along my vaginal lips with enough pressure and pleasurable sensations rocked my body, I pushed against him wanting more and he obliged.
Remembering, I stopped mid thrust against his fingers and panted “you’re cheating, it’s one item of clothing per player.” “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear while lightly caressing his index finger in horizontal fashion against my clitoris, rubbing the fabric of my panties against my most sensitive part – my head was swimming and I could barely comprehend his question – I closed my eyes and sucked in air as he gently increased the pressure. “N- yes” I panted and dug my fingers into his arms on both sides “please…” I begged. He chuckled against my ear and asked “please more or please stop?” I gasped for air and my breath caught as the pattern changed to a circular motion and I pressed against his hand. “Stop” I managed to breathe out shakily. He stopped and I opened my eyes feeling bereft, he removed his hand and wrapped it around my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss. With his other hand he finished unbuttoning my shirt.
When we parted, he slipped my shirt from my shoulders, placed his hands on each side of my head and said “you have beautiful brown eyes and an amazing body that I intend to explore,” I lowered my eyelids and batted them playfully with a smile.
He placed a kiss on my forehead “you remind me of coffee and cinnamon,” he placed a kiss on my cheek and traced the outline of my cheek bone with his tongue until he reached my lips. “Cinnamon? Really?” I asked feigning surprise, “I’m trying to be romantic,” he responded “not working – stretch your imagination” I shot back. He scoffed and traced the outline of my lips with his finger and gave me a quick kiss. He pulled himself off the bed and I could see the outline of his penis stretching against his trousers. “My turn” he said and placed his hands on the zip.
I sprung off the bed nimbly and placed my hand on top of his “here, let me help” I said. He held up his hands and I slid his zipper down, I pushed down the band of his trousers and rolled the pants down the lower half of his body, he stepped out of them. I kissed the inside of his thigh and gently nibbled down to his knee.
“You remind me of vanilla” I said “only?” he responded mimicking my tone. I laughed and rose onto the tip of my toes, I turned my head up to whisper in his ear “considering that the balls will be in my court, I’d play nice if I were you.” He kissed me and whispered “I like it rough,” “oh you’ll like it,” I responded, laughed and slithered down to my knees and helped him out of his underwear, his penis was stretched, taut, rosy red and large.
I touched his penis gently and let it weigh on my hand, I gave it a quick firm upward stroke and looked up at him, he was peering down at me with an earnest look on his face. Emboldened, I slid my hand along the shaft and kissed the head as I rolled on the condom he handed me. When the sheath was in place, I gave the head of his penis a moistened circular lick, wrapped my mouth around it and gently sucked – he moaned and grabbed my tiny afro with both his hands. I sucked again a little harder while alternately twisting my hands up and down the shaft. I popped him out of my mouth and nipped the side of the penis and proceeded with upward strokes sometimes twisting, he was digging his fingers into my hair a little roughly – my hair would be a mess later.
I held his penis and continuously licked under the head of the penis while stroking him down and lightly rubbing his perineum. “Fuck Towa – I cannot hold out much longer,” he said through gritted teeth. I repeated my actions with firmer strokes and he moaned, pulling my head closer. I continued to alternately suck his head, lick the underside, stroke the shaft and massage the perineum – he shuddered and suddenly removed his hands from my head and yanked me against him. “I should fuck you – now!” he ordered and twisted me around, we fell onto the bed.
He ripped off my panties and jeans and as I was trying to settle myself he pushed my legs apart and dipped his index finger into my vagina, twisting it inside for good measure and rubbing his thumb along my lips and clitoris “mmmh,” I uttered as he withdrew his hand. I was expecting re-entry but instead he dipped low and dragged his tongue torturously slow from the bottom to the top of my vagina, increasing the pleasure on the clitoris – I panted, “John…” it was a supplication he understood and he crawled up my body grazing his skin against mine, maintaining skin to skin contact until we were level – our lips were inches apart “you taste good, wan –““stop talking and insert yourself” I panted.
I kissed him with desperation, his pink lips were moist and welcoming – “strawberries” I said against his lips and kissed him again. When we parted to catch our breaths he asked “what about strawberries?” “your lips remind me of strawberries” I said, he pushed me back and traced his hands up along my thighs, kneaded my buttocks and slid his penis firmly against my clitoris.
“Towa, I intend to tease, torment and fuck you over tonight,” “hmm – I want” I said. He nipped my inner thigh, straddled me and pushed his engorged penis against my vagina and dipped but did not enter. I bucked against him impatient and yearning for his penis, he did it again and I grew agitated “John!” he chuckled and said “don’t move” and slowly inserted his penis, rubbing along my walls and tilting upwards to give my clitoris and inner walls friction. I gasped from the slow torturous pleasure and let him withdraw in the same manner – he moaned struggling to maintain composure and then I wrapped my legs around him and pulled up towards him, taking over the pace – his control slipped and we were slamming against each other; fast, desperate, deep, close.
We lay there spooning – sated. I slipped my arm over his and ran my hand down his arm trailing it down to his hand. I gently brought my hand to his ring finger and turned the ring, “problem?” he asked and yawned “aside from the fact that you are married – no, no problem, “I responded sarcastically. He leaned over me and trailed quick pecks from my nose to my lips. “Let’s cuddle” he said and then scooped me in closer for borrowed time.
Morning (and days) after that night before
I awoke with a startle. I was weighed down by his body with his right arm over my side, he was holding me close to him with our legs interlocked, it was intimate and comfortable – I listened to his even breathing, feeling his warm breath on my neck. I revelled in the embrace for a few minutes before I gently slipped from the bed, he stirred but did not wake and I pulled on my clothes trying hard and succeeding at not waking him. I walked out of his room back to my own.
A day later I was in the midst of a meeting of various organisations and local government officials listening to a man from the President’s office ‘lecture’ us on the benefits of ploughing with tractors for subsistence farming in rural areas – parroted western views I thought and stifled a yawn when my phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out and checked the message – “Was that stealth mode? You missed the first rays of sunlight on my bed.” I pressed the delete button and placed my phone back in my pocket.