Heaven

 

Babe comes in all sweaty, stressed and folded her lips into a sort of our favourite story time: akara bomb, to let loose the endless chains of her worries. She dabs her neatly carved eyebrows with the flair helms of her red velvet blouse and flings her red stilettos to the uttermost part of the room. 'Phew', her long hiss whispers. She drags her legs to impose arrival on my distracted self-slouched in an idle fix the Merlin series on television. 'Baby', she winces. I drag my bulky frame into her tired frame. I let her hands drown in my palms and take some time to undress her till she is left with just the waist beads. I had bought them on my last trip to Lagos Island. I love the sound of the waist bead during our...you know. I run water for her in the tub for warmth and freshness. 

She goes in and request I bring her the special towel, the one she bought the first day we ate each other to the nails. She had snuffed some fruits in her mouth and then dragged me into her desirous snare of licentiousness. She led my thing into hers and led the grind. She would open her mouth at intervals, like a baby flustered by the taste of a sweet cream. My muscles rippled, I stretched her hands on the side of the tub and searched intensely for meat in her jay jay like a geologist drills for gold. I went fifty strokes deep and ten shallow till I could feel the juice of her squirt. Her hands were on my thighs as the bubbles of the water in the tub crushed with every slam on her butt.

She called me sweet names and the more she moaned, the fiercer I thrust into her sweet deep. We climaxed with her mouth oval, gaped and eyes nictitating. I flung her into my arms, walked toward the bedroom, tucked her in and went to fetch her a sumptuous dinner from the kitchen.  She dragged me into the food fest. I ate every drop from her mouth. She stared wild into my eyes and called me Heaven!

AUTHOR: Oloyede Michael