The Lover

Chapter 4

“You still want to know?’ I ask, and grabbing her hair, I pull her head back.

“Mmm,’ she pants.

“You have to hold on, my beauty, because I haven’t been able to think of anything else for days but to f**k you when you’re finally between my hands. I’ve planned that the next time I see you, I will lay you down on your back, sink inside you to the stem, and will not pull my d**k out of your sweet p***y until we both pass out with exhaustion.’

“God… Dylan,’ she pants into my mouth, and I could swear that my rough words have made her face turn scarlet red. It really gets me started that I can embarrass her like that.

“I want you rough all night, again and again,’ I tell her, and after I make sure that her hand is still clutching the back of the bed, I grab her thighs and lift her up.

Her knees are bent beside her body, perfectly exposed to my crazy desire. I drive my d**k to her entrance and push it in a little. We moan in sync.

“I need this now, Amina. I need… you,’ I groan the shocking truth. “Say that you want it too.’

We only see one another’s outlines in the darkness, yet I know she is looking at me.

“I want you, just like this,’ she answers, and her voice breaks with desire.

I grab her butt and with one push, sink into her to the stem. I shout out like a savage, all my restrained emotions get unleashed, I let all my frustration loose. Amina is the only witness of my crumbling to pieces between her thighs.

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I open my eyes a little, slowly looking around. I’m alone in the bed. I’m lying on my front, stretched out like a frog, my limbs are pointing in four directions, as if a road roller had flattened me out. The display of the alarm clock says nine o’clock. I run my fingers through my hair and turn over to my back. God! I don’t even know when I last slept so much without interruption. In the light of last night’s events, Amina should be lying here in a half-conscious state, flat on her back. I still remember that she fell asleep in my arms, but I didn’t even notice when she got up this morning, so I must have totally worn myself out.

I drowsily get out of bed, put on my boxer shorts and start walking towards the bathroom. I hear noises from the kitchen, and I immediately recognise Amina’s and Liam’s voice. I urgently need a strong espresso, yet I opt for the bath. Quickly, I get washed, and as I face my image in the mirror while brushing teeth, I remember that last night was no less than a goddamn erotic volcanic eruption. The way Amina reacted to me and my reckless desire, that natural passion with which she surrendered to me… The girl is irresistible, so tempting that she can cause addiction. I must keep my head on. I recall as she said last night that she loves me. I can still hear her voice drowsy after the orgasm, but her words were still specific. There was no uncertainty in them; she just took my face between her hands, and said to my face that she had fallen in love with me, then she cuddled up to me and dozed off.

I pause in the kitchen door and watch them absorbed in a kiss. Amina sits on the counter, Liam stands between her thighs, his palms are on Amina’s sexy butt as he pulls her to himself. I have no idea what to do with the situation, the mind-boggling s*x, her confession. It might be grotesque, but what makes the whole issue so bearable is that in the meantime I know that she whispers exactly the same thing into Liam’s ears, and it doesn’t even bother me. What’s more, it puts me at ease that I’m not all alone in this mess.

I start walking towards the coffee machine, and randomly say:

‘If you lowered your pants, bro, it would work much better.’

Liam doesn’t even look in my direction, only lifts a hand to give me the finger. Amina, though, shivers at my presence. She pulls away from Liam a little. As she fixes her hair, her face turns lovely and red. It’s unbelievable that after all we’ve done together she still feels embarrassed.

‘You were sound asleep,’ she says with a little smile. ‘I didn’t want to wake you.’

‘Who was sound asleep?’ Liam looks at me with wonder. ‘Dylan? I thought you never sleep, mate.’

I roll my eyes. So f*****g funny.

‘Well, I had a different impression. This morning he was in a deep slumber,’ Amina continues, smiling to herself. She jumps off the counter and starts making tea for herself.

‘How did you make him so tired?’ Liam asks, and hugs her from behind. ‘I want you to do the same to me.’

Amina laughs out sweetly, and swaying her head from side to side, she gently pushes Liam in the chest.

‘You’re hopeless.’

They carry on a little longer, but Amina also keeps an eye on me. Then suddenly she goes serious, and holding the teacup in her hand, she changes to a more severe tone.

‘I have to say something important.’

My throat tightens, immediately a shitty feeling comes over me as I study her face. I loathe these kinds of lines.

She starts walking towards the living room, while Liam and I exchange glances. We then follow her without a word. Amina stops in front of the bookcase, visibly embarrassed. She is lost for words.

‘Is there a problem? Has something happened?’ asks Liam with more and more tension.

‘Problem? No, there isn’t really a problem, it’s just that…’