“What has come into you?”
You.
“Answer me! Why are you doing this?”
Does he really want to hear what I have to say?
I peeled off my shoes, kicked them aside, and went ahead to remove my earrings.
“Everyone here knows you have been frolicking about unabashedly. You have decided to trade your shame for what?”
He got me confused there…what exactly was he angry about?
The fight?
The dance?
The frolicking with the other men? Or all of them?
I dropped the earrings on the table and went for the front zipper of my jumpsuit. With my back on him, I started taking off my clothes from the shoulders.
“Look at me, damn it. Muyiwa, look at me when I am talking to you.”
And I did. With my jumpsuit down to my waist, my breasts freed from the bra that previously caged them, I turned to face him - ready to give him a piece of my mind.
It was a mistake.
A terrible, sweet one.
“Goddamn it.” He drew me to himself, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that tasted of alcohol and bitter frustration.
He pulled away as if my lips were searing hot, his hand still holding me firmly, “How can you be so damn annoying and desirable at the same time?” Then, without waiting for me to catch my breath, he took possession of my lips again. Invading every corner of my mouth until I wondered if that was the part of my body that offended him.
“For Christ’s sake, I want to fuck you so hard, and still feel like throwing you over the terrace right now,” he groaned.
And you think I don’t feel the same way? You horse shit.
Turning my eyes away from his face, I pushed on his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. “I am tired,” I hated the shaking of my voice. “I’m humiliated, disgraced. Just leave me alone, Lucas.”
“I’d want nothing better than to leave you alone,” His fingers pressed hard on my cheeks, turning my face so I could look at him. “Do you think I need the turmoil and complication you have brought into my life since we arrived? That I wouldn’t want to pretend that you have not eaten up my brain so much in these few days than you did in the past five years?” his hands traveled down from my face to my arms.
“What I do with my life here shouldn’t be your concern at all…we,” I swallowed the heat that was suffusing my entire body, “We are already wrecked.”
He stared hard at me. What I saw in those eyes, a mixture of annoyance and arousal, sent a tremendous flash of desire through my body and my limbs went weak as I became aware of every part of him. Hands. Breath. Aroused member. I heard his body speak to mine.
“You are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” His question came out in a gruff tone, “To punish me, to torment me…”
My pulse rate doubled, I was sure he saw how vulnerable I was, standing this close to him, with his breath stroking my face and his erection brushing against my pelvis. He was right, I’d want to punish him for what he did to me, but now he seemed to be the one punishing me, making me crave to have him throw me roughly on the bed and do with me whatever that pleases him.
“Am I tormenting you, my dear husband? Oh…I should get a medal for this,” I slapped his hands off and made to walk away, desperately wanting to disperse the strong sexual tension that had thickened the air in the room.
He wouldn’t have that. Twirling me around, he pulled me to his chest. “Such sarcasm and bitchery spewed out from the mouth I suddenly want to suck on again and again.”
Trapped in his hold, my cheeks burn and the sole of my feet tingle from sustained arousal. Goodness! I was at my melting point. “Let go of me…Lucas…let me go right now!” I said between clenched teeth.
“You know, I think you’re doing this to make me go crazy with jealousy… it's actually working…”
“Go to hell, Lucas. Go to hell and stay there.” I breathed. Aware of his hardness, his gnawing, raw need, and his desire to punish me for making him feel this way.
His lips curved in quick humor, “If hell is you, I will gladly be there.” Without warning, his lips imprisoned mine again. Our bodies still fused, he swiveled and moved us with such urgency that sent objects crashing to the floor and my inside exploding like a smoke grenade.
My back crashed against the wall.
Every thought of resisting him melted as I welcomed his probing tongue. The intensity of the heat that saturated every pore on my body as he made love to my mouth made me whimper my total submission.
Blocking out all thoughts about what further mess I might be creating for myself by allowing him to ravish me like this, I gave myself to him. Kissing him back with the same urgency that he attacked me with.
I almost cried when he pulled his lips away from mine. But when his mouth traced its way down to feast upon the rings of my neck…oh God, it was like tiny fireworks were going off inside me, bits of me I’d thought dead reignited a life.
Moving me slightly away from the wall, Lucas tugged on the barrier on my body, “How do I get this thing off you?” He groaned. Abandoning the suit down my calves, he bent me slightly backward, his hand propped up my breast, his mouth found its nipple and he sucked, kneading and squeezing the whole. Painful, sweet sensations shook my core.
He was doing everything at the same time, yet he felt he wasn’t doing enough.
Guiding me so that my back leaned on the wall, Lucas propped one of my legs up to his hip. His fingers traveled down my crotch, roughly moved my panties to the side, and slid a finger inside my dripping pussy.
“Muyi,” he grunted. His weight pressed me against the wall while his finger worked in and out my pussy. The more he finger-fucked me, the more I wanted to melt into him- moaning his name. I would simply die if Lucas changed his mind at this point.
“The musical sound coming from your cunt as my finger fuck it, is making me go crazy,” he said against my neck. “I want to turn you around and push my cock inside your cunt, yet I want to drop on my knees and lick your dripping cunt. Muyi, what are you doing to me?”
Yes, Lucas. Hunger for me. For just this night, desire me.
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