Hush Hush

Chapter 3

"Baby..." He was out. I knew very well that sleep wouldn’t come until I at least emptied my chest.

"Paul wake up. We need to talk,” He laid on his back, the blanket fell to the side. He was going to wake up, I had just an idea. His boxer was pulled to the side, and my hands were itching to touch. The fabric kept on getting hooked, creating just about enough friction.

“Baby…” he growled. Sneaky little horny rabbit. I could see his c**k straining against the fabric of his boxer brief, he changed position and laid on his back, give me full view. I knew he was awake, he just wanted me to go on and I did, I pulled down his briefs with his almost unnoticeable help and left him like Adam in Eden, naked.

"Mrs Griffiths...what are you doing to me?" His smirk was the confirmation I needed.

"What do you think I’m doing?" And then kissed him.

My hands were on his chest, his shoulders, in his hair and I felt his muscles flex as he took my face in his hands, kissing me back fiercely, devouring my mouth with his. When he grabbed my ass and pulled me tightly against him, I gasped, already dizzy with lust.

He barely gave me a chance to breath before he flipped me under and tugged at my button lip with his teeth, bit my neck, my shoulder hard enough to make me cry out. Frantically, he pulled my dress up, giving him a stunning view of my perky breasts. We kissed again and I traced my fingers on his broad chest and tight abs as his hands unsnapped my bra, taking my breasts in his hands kneading them vigorously. He dipped his head down to suck and bite my n*****s and I moaned as his fingers dug deep into the muscles in my back.

“Paul,” I panted

“I love hearing you lose it like that,” he said and then sucked my n****e so hard I moaned again, helpless under him.

“But I wanted us to talk,” the words came out in bits and pieces as my breathing escalated.

He came very close to me until I felt his hardness against the wet lips of my p***y, pressing against me just enough to tease but I was already hot and ready. I didn’t want the foreplay to prolong. I needed him. In me.

“I want you. Now.” He didn’t need to be told twice as he opened his eyes and dipped the head of his d**k just inside my opening, slipping it in and out in shallow thrusts. He was so turned on he couldn’t stop himself from letting out harsh gasps he pumped inside. In and out. In and out. In and out. I knew it wasn’t long for neither of us to come.

“f**k me baby. More and hard. Don’t hold back,” I said and met his thrusts, tilted my hips to allow his shaft to penetrate me all the way, pushing it deep inside my p***y.

I gasped as his shaft hit the spot, rapidly pulling me towards the edge, my hips bucking in response the tip of his thing pulsing deeper and higher. His groan mirror mine as his eyes never left mine. I could feel it, coming. Coming. Coming.

Every nerve ending inside of me tense, tight and ready.

“God, Paul, I’m coming,” I told him as his thrusts became fast and maddening. I was losing control. I started to o****m, moaning louder and faster as he finally let go and came for me as I did for him. The rush of heat releasing in shockwaves through my body. I was thoroughly fed!

Thursday, 07: 30

Days went by pretty quickly. My husband and I agreed that we will forget about that night at Mrs Vitug as we tried to make out of that situation that took place at her house but nothing was made sense about it. The more we thought about it, was the more we got confused. We decided to move on from that point. We didn't want to c***k our head with something which might be false. It must have been old age. I heard stories about how old people tend to be. Their minds turn to be so little like the time they were kids. Old age must be!

It's been three days since I last saw or visited Ms. Miggings. The first two days I went to visit her, it was house to let. She must have gone somewhere to visit someone. But to who? She told me she had no relatives except her one daughter who wanted nothing to do with her. The only people I knew she was close with are the tenants in here. Then if she's not in here where would she be? She didn’t even tell me she was leaving town, I thought we had built our friendship, I thought we tell each other nearly everything. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing.

I received an exciting call from the internship I once applied for at Lion Match Company to come for an interview on Thursday. I was very happy to have received the call. Not working was starting to get to me, hard. Having to have unwelcome guests in your mind like unworthiness, failure and not food enough was taking a toll on me, though I tried to conceal it. Don't get me wrong, I loved Ms. Miggings company, I loved our tea dates but I was still young to be cooped up in my flat doing nothing.

There was something that came with independence. It fuels one’s confidence. I didn’t want to depend on a man, my husband for finance. Having to ask that R1000 for toiletries every other month end always takes something from you, I knew that from my mother. She always made me feel worthless and undeserving to be breathing the same air she brought me to. She was very toxic to my mental health. My husband didn’t mine though, actually he loved it. He gave me allowance every month, it almost felt like I was also working, receiving payment on a monthly basis.

"Baby I'm running late, you will have to prepare yourself a lunchbox. Sorry," I was going to drop my CV at a clothing store. It was said to be hand delivered before nine and I didn’t want to get late. I needed to score as many interviews as possible, as I would never know which door was to be closed or opened on face. The person who made the snooze option on the alarm was related to Lucifer and had bad reaction to goodness. But sleep never paid enough, my dad used to say to can fill sleep in bags of maize meal but still not get a cent. He was such an honourable man. I wished I could have been given one more day with him. I couldn’t have a peaceful sleep last night, a haunting, body shivering dream kept recurring. And in every dream my husband was killed in an excruciating way in front of me and I did nothing. A group of people were taking turns at him, their face and back were turned from me. A new born baby was laid in a table, unclothed and crying, there was so noise and too much blood was spilled. Sweat covered body as Paul pulled me out from that dream. I couldn’t look him in the eye after the dream j had. Why did I sit back and let them kill my husband? Who were those people? What did the dream mean?

"I'm so sorry. I would watch where I'm going next time. forgive me," I apologized to the car that came to a screeching halt, giving me one more chance to waking up next to my husband, my almost dead husband. My thoughts were buried too deep in the hole, they almost had me killed. I didn’t realize the traffic lights had turned green.

"Till we meet again," The driver said, his brown stained teeth revealed.

The old van drove away before I could utter a word. My teeth’s started to shiver, from the cold breeze and the encounter I just had. What is happening? What did he mean " Till we meet again,"

A group of people were standing outside the clothing store, and I was glad to have found them outside. It was just after nine and the store was not yet opened but the workers were already in. I was no longer sure I was in the right state of mind to be interviewed.

My phone pinged, It was a text message from Paul and it reads “Go get them babe. I love you. Xoxo” I smiled, I didn’t even get my kiss this morning. But I’ll give him more tonight.