So not love episode 8

So not love episode 8
The k-ss was so intensed that that when he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hærd. I stared at him in disbelief. I have never been k-ssed that way before. My eyes travelled down to his shorts and I noticed that a small bulge had formed there. I began to shake my head slowly and lean backward on the bed as he got on his knees on the bed above me. The more he tried to reach his face with mine, the more I created a gap between us till my back touched the bed and I had nowhere else to run to.
“No, no, no, Chris I can’t…” I told him. “I’m married, I just can’t.”
“Shrrr…” He whispered, now lying partially on me as he stared down into my eyes. I could feel his warm er-ction pressed against my th-gh and I shuddered. “I’m not going to take advantage of you.”
“Please don’t because I’m very vulnerable right now…” I said frankly.
“I know…” He answered as he began to draw invisible lines on my shoulder and down my arm and that seemed to give me a tingling feeling between my thighs.
In my mind, I began to pray all the prayers I knew how to in my head. I had never been this ar-used not even around my husband and I wondered why being around Chris or a slightest touch from him could cause my cl*toris to respond. I remembered when my mother wanted to have my cl*toris completely removed in a proposed circ-mcision. She had claimed that girls whose cl*toris were still intact were bound to be promiscuous and so, cheat on their husbands and maybe she was right after all. I could feel Chris’ breath on my face and my neck and I tried not to meet his eyes.
“What’s the craziest thing you have ever done s€×ually?” He asked me in a sultry tone, still drawing lines down my arm.
I swallowed hærd. I went through my memory to find out but I had none. All I remember was how my husband selfishly used me to satisfy his own s€×ual needs, leaving me high and dry and going to sleep without caring if I was satisfied or not. According to him, s€× was meant to be enjoyed by men alone and not women. s€× was for the purpose of conception for women and that is all there was to it.
I sighed and finally lifted my eyes to meet his. “My craziest fantasies have only lived in my head.”
He stared at me in surprise. “For real?” When I nodded, I saw a sly look in his eyes and slowly, his hand moved from my arm, down the towel towards my crotch. At first I stiffened and I felt his fingers slowly part the lower edges of the towel before slipping them in to touch my th-gh and I gasped softly and stared into his eyes.
“You promised you wouldn’t take advantage of me.” I whispered in a feeble manner. My head was scre-ming that I got up and left that s₱0t but my body was scre-ming for acceptance.
“I don’t intend to… Especially not in the way you think I will.” He whispered back. I felt his index finger and his middle finger stroke my cl*t in unison and my body responded to the teasing touch. His fingers got bolder and they delved lower to my vu-va, like a scissors, they pinched my labia minora and gently tugged at it. By then, I could feel myself moistening up. He did this for some seconds before he parted his fingers thereby parting my labia and then he I felt him slide his middle finger down in,side my labia minora while his index finger and ring finger held the two small flesh apart.
I wanted to say no. I began to squirm a bit as his finger slid lower towards my w-t opening. Before I could reach for his have and to take it away from my sacred s₱0t, he slowly unknotted my towel, throwing it open to expose my uncladness and I felt his warm mouth instantly cover one of my n-pples, I was still trying to recover from the pleasant s-nsation I felt when almost at the same time, he slid his middle finger in,side of me, then changed the position of his hand so that while he slowly fingered me, his thumb also rubbed my cl*t.
It was like three pleasures at once. I let out a mo-n against my wish. I was going crazy. What was this feeling? What was happening to my body? It was as if his touch sent vibrations all over my body and to tingled parts that I never knew could be tingled. I closed my eyes as he continued to s-ck my n-pple, roll it in his mouth, give it soft bites then flicked with his tongue. And down there, his thumb continued to work wonders on my cl*t while his middle finger moved in and out of me in a rhythmic way.
Just when I thought that that was all there was to it, he detached his l-ips from my n-pples, pulled his finger out of me and slowly slid down my body with his l-ips trailing k-ss from my cle-vage to my navel and then to my pub-c where I had a little growth of hair. His eyes never left my curious ones as he slowly stuck out his tongue and flicked my cl*toris with the tip. I flinched. Suddenly, he buried his mouth on the s₱0t and s-cked on the sensitive bud and I began to squirm and mo-n. He wrapped his arms around each of my thighs and drew me down to meet his mouth so that I couldn’t escape from the torture of his pleasuring tongue. This was all strange and at the same time exciting. I never knew that a day would come when a man would go down on me, especially without my asking him to.
My husband had never even attempted to bring his face close to my p*ssy. He did that to other girls but never to me. All he revelled in was shoving his c*ck to the back of my throat and washing me gag on it for some seconds. I was still in thought when Chris’ tongue swept up across my vu-va and my fingers sunk into the bedsheet. He licked and s-cked me like an expert to the extent that it felt so good and I wanted this moment to never end. I felt like a lot of burden had been taking off my shoulders and I was as light as a feather. I felt free and more open. He s-cked and licked every nook and cranny of my p*ssy that sometimes, I would clamp my thighs shut against his head. As he licked me up, he let go of my thighs and I felt his middle finger slid into me again. While he s-cked me, he curved his finger upward in,side of me and began to slightly flick my g-s₱0t.
The pleasure grew intensed. It was as if whatever he was doing to me simultaneously began to shake sparks of pleasure into different parts of my body. I felt something strange but wonderful slowly building in,side my body. It grew and grew and before I knew it, it climaxed and I was literally mo-ning out loud in pleasure as orgasm took over my entire body. I began to writhe in ecstasy. The orgasm was mind blowing and it felt like I had been shot out of planet Earth and back. I didn’t want it to stop but much to my dismay, it slowly died down but the feeling lingered, leaving my cl*t swollen and very sensitive to touch. I heaved a sigh as I stared up at the ceiling in amazement, wondering where Chris had been all my life.
He crawled up my body and placed a k-ss on my forehead and somehow I felt love. Then he lowered himself and placed the side of his head on my cle-vage. My heart was pounding as I tried to recover from my orgasm but he lay there quietly on my chest and began to slowly flick one of my n-pples with his finger. I noticed that he was still hærd because I could feel it on my lap and somehow, I felt guilty. He had just pleasured me but had gotten nothing in return which was unfair.
As a short silence ensued between us, I finally broke it by blurting. “I don’t mind doing the same to you, you know? I think I owe you that for giving me my first orgasm.”
I felt him smile, because his cheeks moved on my chest and he simply replied without looking up at me or taking his eyes off the n-pple he was playing with. “Yeah, but in as much as I will love to watch you wrap your beautiful l-ips around my d*ck, I’ll pass.”
“Why?” I was both puzzled and curious now. “You don’t find me attractive enough?”
He clicked his tongue. “I wouldn’t devour your p*ssy that way if I didn’t. I practically just ravished you and I bet you might be a bit sore now.”
“Then why?” I pressed.
“Tell you what, I’m actually imagining something nasty about you right now.” He said and I could feel the hot air coming out of his nostrils hit the side of my br-ast.
“Care to share?” I asked inquisitively.
“Yeah.” He breathed. “I actually just wanna lie on my back with my fingers entwined under my head while I watch you slide your warm p*ssy down my hærd king.”
He smiled. “You like the cowgirl then.” I said wryly.
“I like things the other way around. I could probably injure you if I were to oblige my thoughts right now because I’m damn starved and super anxious to bury myself deep in,side of you.
His mere words began to ar-use me once again. “Why are you holding back?” I found myself asking.
He lifted his head up then placing his chin lightly between my br-asts, he stared into my eyes and sincerely answered. “Cuz you are still married. You belong to another man, Victoria.”
My brow creased in confusion. “But you just went down on me. You have seen me, touched me and tasted me. What could be any worse than that?”
“In as much as s€× is now cheap and easy to get, it’s still sacred, Victoria. Yes, I have seen, touched and tasted you but I have not mixed my soul with yours. That’s what s€× does. I can’t possibly defy another man’s wife. You have to decide what you want and who you want to be with.”
I started to grow tensed now. I lifted my head off the bed and asked. “Are you in any way asking me to divorce my husband so I can be with you?”
“No, I haven’t said that… At least not yet. But you are an adult and you should know what’s good for you. Would you rather spend the rest of your life living in a loveless marriage?”
“You don’t know anything about my marriage!” I defended, breathing hærd in anger, now propped on my elbows which made him take his chin off my chest.
“I might not, but I have seen enough to know that you do not love him too. I don’t know why you are in it though. Is it because he’s rich?”
I looked away and said nothing.
He continued. “Look Victoria, I’m never going to force you to do whatever you do not want to. The decision of either choosing to remain in or Leave that marriage is totally up to you and I’m not going to impose any decision on you. If you wanna be happy, do the right thing, if you wanna keep wallowing in sorrow and pain, you are not too far away from it already.
I opened my mouth to speak when we heard a noise outside. It was like a ruckus and he got up and moved to the window where he could see the gate. I got up, quickly slipped into the t-shirt and then my tight which I had worn under my dress to the club. I joined him at the window and we could see the gate man arguing with some elderly men in red caps and igbo native attires and they had a lady with them.
“Shit!” I heard him mutter under his breath and I turned to give him an inquiringly look.
“What is it?” I asked.
“The least people I expect.” He answered and then called out loud to the gate man. “Effiong! Effiong!”
“Oga!” The gateman replied aloud, turning towards the window but still barricading the partially open gate with his body as if trying to make sure no one came through it.
“What’s going on out there?” Chris asked.
“Oga, na all these old men o! Dem say dem be your papa brothers and elders of your village. I tell them say I no know them and you no dey expect any one from village, dem no wan gree and they wan just enter by force!” (Boss, it’s some old men! They claim that they are your uncles and elders from your village. I told them that you are not expecting anyone from the village but they want to force their way in!)
Chris sighed then replied. “Let them in!”
“You say, oga?” The gateman said in surprise as if he hadn’t heard Chris right the first time.
“I said let them in!” Chris repeated then moved away from the window and walked out of the room without another word to me. Curious to know what was going on, I followed him and we descended the stairs just in time to find three elderly women and the lady who was carrying a bag walk into the living room.
“Ha! There he is!” The first elder exclaimed. “That’s our son!” He pointed his walking stick up at Chris who was still descending the stairs with his hands in his pockets.
The other elders were busy looking around and admiring the sitting room and their village scent instantly permeated the air in the sitting room. I remained on the stairs to watch what was going to happen while Chris walked towards them.
“My elders, I greet you but why the surprised visit? How did you find where I live?”
“Your aunt gave us your house address in Lagos, so we decided to come here and do the needful.” The first elder replied.
“I hope everything is okay?” Chris asked.
“Ehn…” The first elder reached behind him, wrapped a hand around the lady’s upper arm and pulled her forward to his side. “We have brought your wife.”
Chris scrutinized the lady for a moment and asked, “Isn’t she my late father’s wife?” He asked. “Why did you bring her here? Why can’t you just let her return to her family?”
“Chris…” A second elder stepped forward to explain. “You know your father married her just a few months before he unfortunately passed away.”
“And I was against his decision to do so.”
“Well, Uju here is still young, she’s just twenty four and so young a widow she is.” The second elder explained.
“And what has that got to do with me?” Chris asked tersely.
“It’s our tradition that the first son must take after his father by marrying his youngest widow if she’s still below thirty and we the elders have dutifully brought Obinanuju here to Lagos to you. Fortunately, she never conceived for your father, I think your father was too hold to fire that s₱0t very well. Well, since your father is dead, you are to marry her. Don’t worry, you don’t have to pay any brideprice. Your father’s bride price have already covered it all. All you have to do is let her live here with you so that she will not be lonely in the village and all these young jobless youths that we have there will not tempt her into offending the gods.” He chuckled and asked the other elders. “Or is it not so?”
“It’s so.” They agreed and laughed too.
“I don’t know what you old men are up to but if this is a joke, it had better stop. Take this girl back to the village or better still, one of you can marry her.” Chris spat.
“Taaaa!” The third elder exclaimed.
“Abormination!” The second elder clicked his fingers in the air.
“Alu!” The first elder squeezed his shoulders. “Chris, if we lie with your father’s wife, Amadioha will strike us with a terrible diseases. The knacking is solely for you alone. Uju is a beautiful girl, see her backyard, it’s enough to make any man’s eyes pop out. She’s your possession and we have brought her to you to keep. You can knack her anytime you want… Help your father continue where he stopped.”
Chris frowned. “Are you people not listening to me? I said that I’m not interested. I don’t want a wife, and definitely not the one my father has laid with!”
I saw the elders rivet their gaces to me now. “And who’s that one on the stairs there?” The third elder pointed his walking stick at me. “We didn’t know that you are married…” Then he turned to the other elders and ask. “Or did any of you accompany him with a keg of palm wine or some kolanuts to her family house?”
“No, not at all…” They chorused, shaking their heads and I caught the first elder ogling my exposed thighs where the t-shirt stopped.
“Leave her out of this, she’s my guest!” Chris said to the elders.
To Be Continued…