by Abeni Inks
His gaze was fierce. Threatening. Seducing. Promising. She swallowed visibly.
“I won’t want you to stop”
Chapter 15
Ifekunle cradled Demilade’s face in his right palm, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
Could he believe when she said she won’t want him to stop? What of after, when they inevitably had to stop, burnt out on passion’s altar?
He looked into her eyes for answers. Signs that she hadn’t meant the words still echoing in his head.
Her gaze met his. Naked. Unflickering. Twins pools of molten want. The throbbing in his briefs intensified.
Goodness! Was a man to deny himself and that?
He dragged in a shaky breath. Exhaled.
If anyone had said he would hesitate when this day came he’d have laughed himself hoarse. But here he was. The girl of his dreams had finally admitted she wanted him too. And he…
“Have I done something wrong?”
He laughed low. Shook his head.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, I’m scared to mess it up”
So long?! Tsk tsk. Dramatic much, are we?
Demilade wrapped her arms around his neck and this time he didn’t stop her.
She rose on the tips of her toes. Gently bore pressure on his head to meet hers.
Ifekunle wanted to feel her kiss him.
Then the sweet pliancy of her lips slid between his and honourable intentions went up in lusty flames.
His palms grabbed her butt cheeks. Kneaded them.
She moaned into his mouth. Whined against his erection. And a sliver of mindless enjoyment fogged his senses.
“Demi...”
She angled her head and he followed.
Hungry. Desperate to fuse his body with hers everywhere. In all conceivable ways.
“Ah fuck!”
Demilade was a ball of tangled wires sparking at will.
Ifekunle's fingers stole beneath her butt to tease the gates of her pulsing garden. Then higher. Under the wispy silk covering her swollen pussy.
Wetness. Creamy warm wetness
Goodness!
The evidence of her desire put paid to lingering doubts. Intoxicated him with knowing she wanted him.
His mid-finger sluiced her quivering petals. Thrust into her silken pulsating juice box.
Demilade screamed and her fingers dug into his back. It fliped a switch. Made him feral. Primal.
He ripped the silk piece from his path. Lowered his right knee to the plush centre rug.
Pineapples
The unveiled aroma watered his tongue. Hunger hit him. Unbridled. Raw. He delved in. Ravenous.
Left hand steadying her waist for his ravishing, his tongue slid between her petals.
The flat of his tongue lay across her channel and he lapped leaked juices till she shone. He teased the pink nub that sat like a queen between her petals and she jerked. Screamed for gods.
Ifekunle grunted against her sex and it vibrated in her juice-box. Two fingers slid into her and Demilade screamed. Tithered on pleasure’s cliff.
Her waist had become a world of its own. Whining against Ifekunle’s tongue. Grinding against his thrusting fingers.
Her entire being focused on the pleasure he was giving. Pleasure so intense she felt faint.
She looked down.
The sight of his curls between her thighs weighed her breasts with longing. Her fingers dug into his hair to hold him and she pressed down harder. Ground her quivering nub against his hard tongue.
Pleasure slammed into her waist. Fried her mind. Zinged electricity into her sopping pussy. Her toes curled and she shook violently. Fell hard off pleasure’s cliff.
Chapter 16
“I need you”
The words were rasped. Gruff. Husky. Bass textured by the coarse depths of desire.
Demilade’s juice box contracted in response. She needed to feel him filling her. Moving inside her....
She bit her lip. Shut her eyes. Felt her nipples bead and poke the cotton of her nightgown.
Gods!
She had never felt so wanton.
The round imprints caught Ifekunle’s eyes. Stirred his throbbing rod. Wet his tongue with anticipation.
He reached out. Cupped a breast. It got heavier under his touch. The imprint bolder.
Demilade arched her back into his palm and his breath hitched. His teeth grazed the second imprint through the cotton and Demilade swayed. The sensations bombarding her were too much. Too powerful.
“Hold me”
He hadn’t taken his lips off her nipple.
The vibration of the words travelled through her breasts to cotton her already fogged brain.
Demilade moaned.
Certainly this what was it meant to be a puddle of feeling?
Ifekunle abandoned her breasts to lift the gown off. Inhaled a harsh breath as he took in the beauty of his goddess.
Her nipples were pink emphatic points stabbing the air from the dark beds of her areola. Her hips fanned lush and curvy, under tapered waist that refelected light from a jewel in the dip of her belly button.
He unsnapped the button of his jeans.
The erection it held jumped. Insistent. Expectant.
Demilade reached for the band of his jeans; eyes on him. His lashes were barely up; eyes hooded. Dark. Dangerous.
She bit her lip.
Anticipation was coursing through her like intoxication. It tempted her to chuckle. Giggle. Anything to douse the hammering of her heart within its cage.
She rolled the jeans down to find her bounty.
Shaved crotch. Pulsing dark penis. Sculpted calves. Powerful legs.
Butterflies fluttered in her pussy and warm honey broached the juncture of her thighs. She cupped the base of his shaft. Moved closer. Licked a bead of pleasure peeking from its eyelet.
Ifekunle growled. Jerked. Stayed her hand with his.
“Don’t”
She looked up with hurt eyes and he groaned. Took his hand off. Prayed to the heavens that she didn't finish him off with her palms. It had taken all his discipline to keep still while she stripped his jeans rather leisurely. He didn’t think...
“Oh god!”
Demilade had cased his length in her mouth, smiling up at him. He needed her to stop. He wanted her to continue.
“Please Baby”
She cupped his balls, hummed on his shaft as he had done on her pleasure nub just minutes before.
“Goodness!”
His knees buckled.
He rocked on the balls of his feet. Dragged Demilade up by her arm. Crazed. Driven by the desperate need to bury himself in her.
He threw her on the bed. Followed with his cock poised at her entrance.
“Waited so long”
The words pushed through passion's haze.
Less than a week?! Am I some notch for his bedpost?
Something deep twisted in Demilade. Poured shame over her like cold water. She raised a palm to his chest
“How long do you usually wait for, Ifekunle?”
He blinked.
Ground his teeth to collect himself from passion’s firm grip. There was disgust on his lover's face Hurt in the watering of her eyes.
Did she... Oh shit
“No. Not that. Only you”
Hunh?! Only me…?
Her brows drew closer; the space between them shorter.
Ifekunle exhaled. Sought the pieces of his brain floating in lust's haze. Thinking straight, putting words to sensible speech... It had never been so hard.
“Not been with another. Never been with. Wanted only you”
“What?!”
Demilade tried to deny the meaning of his words but…
He certainly doesn’t mean...
“You’re... You haven’t… You’re virgin?”
Ifekunle scowled.
That label was for females who were immaculate. Unspoiled by the knowledge of desire and prodding maleness. He was far from immacu
late.
“I simply didn’t want..."
Demilade’s jaw fell.
“You’re a virgin!”
It was awe. And it irritated Ifekunle.
He had imagined a thousand ways he might tell her. A thousand ways she might react to knowing. This shocked, almost-scared expression had never come up.
“Do I go lose it and return to you?”
“Lose it? Where? With who?”
“Don’t know. You suggest?”
His eyes glinted dangerously. Demilade tried to think but it was hard with desire insistent between her thighs.
How did he know…
“Demilade?!”
The dark, hungry growl of a man tethering on the edge.
His pulsing rod breached the sanctuary of her southern lips but he didn’t move further.
Demilade bit her lower lip; torn between craving his fullness and wanting to talk.
Ifekunle lowered his head. Coaxed her lips from the imprisonment of her teeth. He thrust his tongue into her mouth. Duelled with hers. Withdrew.
Demilade arched. Lifted her face for more.
Ifekunle nudged her thighs further apart. Waited. Her eyes flew open. Met his gaze locked on hers. Silently seeking permission.
She nodded and he thrust home in one swift thrust.
“Oh fuck!”
“Gods!”
Her wet warmth gloved Ifekunle perfectly. Caressed every inch of his dick. He grabbed the sheet. Thought he’d pass out from the intensity of pleasure slamming into him.
He withdrew slowly; arms trembling as they held him up.
Demilade crossed her legs over his back. Gave him even deeper access when he thrust back in.
“Oh goodness! You feel so good”
Ifekunle was shaking with the strain of restraint. Sweat beads popping on his forehead.
Demilade whined her waist beneath him and his tenuous hold on sanity snapped.
“Can’t. Can’t hold back"
He withdrew. Plunged into her.
His hand moved between their bodies. Found the nub of her pleasure. Stroked it. He wanted her with him when he raptured in cloud nine.
“Cum Baby. Cum for me”
His head bent. Caught her nipple between his teeth. He tugged. Suckled. Grazed his teeth across its hardness.
“Ooh fuck. Ife...”
His finger pressed down on her clit and she screamed. Creamed.
The contrasting sensations shot heat into her pussy. Threw her over the edge. Her pussy spasming violently over Ifekunle’s dick like clutching little fingers.
He roared. Withdrew. Thrust back in...
Exploded deep in her womb.
Chapter 17
Ifekunle woke with a start.
Demilade wasn’t beside him or in sight.
He rose. Checked the luxurious bathroom. He walked out of the bedroom and to the adjoining room. Then he walked the length of the balcony. On an ingrained impulse and even though he knew it was foolish, he knelt; looked under the bed and other furniture.
Demilade wasn't with him.
Heart thundering, he stalked to the wardrobe. Flung it open. Her box sat there with his backpack. Relief flooded him. He sagged against the polished wood. Drew a calming breath.
Where the apes has she gone at… what's the time?
6:37
Demilade glanced at her smart watch.
Is Ifekunle an early or late riser?
Upset anew, her voice was abrupt when she picked the call.
“Too early to call people going about their own businesses, isn't it?”
“Bitch! Does he know?”
“He?”
“You left your diary at home. You wanted me to know; whether or not you are conscious of it."
A long suffering mumur groaned in Demilade's throat.
"Now, back to my question. Does he?”
Demilade appraised the driveway. It was empty save for breeze-blown lined coconut trees. She answered:
“No”
“You have considered the risks? And what you want?”
Demilade hissed a breath. She hated him sometimes.
“I’m a very grown woman, remember?”
“Of course. So what do you want?”
"None of your business”
“Yes. Yes. I remember that too”
His voice was deliberately bored. Infuriating.
“Are you done poking your nose in my business this morning?”
He laughed and it was genuine. He had missed her after all.
When was she returning? Was she certain Jigawa was safe? And yes, it was her exclusive business but; had she had finally slept with the long-lost love of her life?
There were polite answers. Some swear words. More satements about people minding their own businesses. Eventually Demilade disconnected the call on the sound of his laughter after suggesting that he go indulge in intense self-fuckery.
Ifekunle saw her walk into the car park as he walked out of the hotel lobby, despite the thick harmattan fog. He marched to her; eyes haunted, strides determined. His mind was a warring jumble of concern, anger... relief.
His hair was rough, clothes rumpled. They gave him a roughish appearance and alarm rang in Demilade’s head. This was not the man you explained yourself to. Her eyes popped in and she paused. Poised to flee.
“Don’t even think about it”
Ooh shit. This is not good. This can’t be good.
She took a small step backward.
“Can we...”
Scared excitement cut her short. She swallowed. Cleared her throat. Tried again
“Ifekunle...”
“Stop moving, Woman!”
Demilade forced her feet to stay still though everything in her screamed that she run for the rocks surrounding the hotel.
Can he hurt me? Would he hurt me?
Before she could consider the thought seriously Ifekunle was in front of her. Claiming her in a kiss that fried all thought.
Out of breath he lifted his head to look in her eyes. Slid an arm around her waist.
“You don’t aping leave me in bed without a darn note saying where you’ve gone.”
“I...”
His glare commanded her lips shut. But when he spoke next his voice was soft, almost a caress.
“Especially not after a night of loving you, Demilade”
His eyes had gone soft too and she could tell that he was remembering.
A wave of modesty rode her and she lowered her lashes. The hand on her waist flexed and she felt his dick pulse. Harden. Her pussy moistened in response and she bit her lip.
Certainly this wantonness is getting out of hand!
“I went for a walk. I’m sorry”
He hmmed and she looked up.
He stared in her eyes. Seemed to search for something.
“I wanted to waken inside you”
Demilade’s eyes popped and her jaw slackened.
How could he say the most scandalous things with a straight face? A dull ache resumed between her legs. Why did his words affect her as powerfully as his touch?
She exhaled a shaky breath. Felt her waist whine against Ifekunle. He growled; eyes on the scenery behind her.
It was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea. The rational voice in his head was screaming that it was an awful idea.
But he was drawn inexplicably to it. He wanted to take Demilade in the open. To have nature and the earth witnesses, complicit in this mindless need to possess her,. To have her claim him.
Demilade turned to see what had sex in Ifekunle's eyes. Lust in the sharpening of his breath.