The Encounter

Chapter 10

Blessing pov:

I was scared, more than anything that if he made love to me I’d cry and spill all my secrets to him, I’ve missed him beyond words, I’ve not been with anyone aside him, he was my first and is my only, I’ve not had time for men since the birth of Jordan, until three months back, when I’d asked my mother to help me with him while I moved to Lagos, we lived together, I didn’t care much for men as I barely had time for myself.

When he starts to reassure me, he’d do me no harm, I realized he misunderstood my reaction and relaxed, letting him undress me, everywhere his fingers touched, a fire was ignited, when he goes on his knees to take off my panties, I could feel every nerve in my body go on edge, he lingers a little, just staring at the hairs there, a rebellious thought enters my mind, wishing he’d flick his tongue, or trace his fingers lightly through the hair, a part of me wished I’d shaved this morning, I could feel the heat accumulating from how intense he was staring at me, I could feel a tubbing down there, like my heart had dropped in-between my legs, a light ache starts, as a pool of juice starts to gather, I quickly turn around trying to catch my breath and begging my body to stay in control and stop betraying me.

When he takes me in his arms, I’m grateful for this as my feet had suddenly turned to jelly, I could barely muster the strength to keep myself upright. I was so focused on controlling myself, that I had no recognition of when he’d dropped me into the tub. The water is warm, so suiting to my already exhausted body, I find myself relaxing and enjoying the feel, until I see his hand hover over one breast, oh how much I wanted that touch, I wanted to say so, but my throat was too dry, and my lips too heavy to move.

I see him stand up abruptly and rushes out, I wanted to beg him to join me, to touch me, to make love to me, just this once. It’d be so long and my body craved his touch, his kisses, his caressing. I wanted to make love to him until the sun came up. At the thought of sunrise, I realized that it was probably past midnight, and I was here in the bathtub of my ex, who’s child I’d kept a secret. A child that’d wake me up with a Video call first thing tomorrow morning, thinking about Jordan sobbed me up instantly.

Cola walks into the bathroom with a towel in his hand,

“Clean towel” he says avoiding any form of eye contact with me, I clear my throat, standing up.

Since the birth of Jordan, I have been less self conscious, and less shy, I stretch my hands to take the towel saying thank you.

Our eyes meet and I could see the clear struggle in his, desire and control both fighting, he holds unto the towel a little longer, before releasing it. He steps back, giving me a chance to step out of the tub.

As I Dry my self, he empty’s the tub, when I’m done, he leads the way into his bedroom.

“ ummm… could you help me with something to sleep in and show me to the guest room”, I say barely above a whisper.

Cola looks at me, with a devilish look in his eyes, then steps into his walk in closet, while he looked for something suitable for me, I look around the room. Typical male, with dark almost black brown wall, the furnitures are few but exquisite. An elegant arm chair, a huge bed, a table and a closet, the sheets and Curtains are navy blue matching the color of the arm chair, that is shaped like a bucket, it’s so deep I could disappear if I sat in it

Cola pov:

“Here you go and you sleep here tonight, I’m going downstairs, do you want anything?” I asked her, while her back was to me, she turns around at the sound of my voice taking the blue T-shirt I’m holding out, flipping it over in her hands she looks up to me confused, “no bottoms?” she asks

“don’t need one” I reply coldly and walk off.

When I get to the door, I stopped p and repeat my earlier question, not looking back at her, she doesn’t answer taking it as an answer, I quietly walk off.

As much as I seemed composed, I wasn’t, my hormones where on edge and if I looked at her too long, with her makeup washed off, showing are clear, bright skin, that carried the warm glow of the soft bedside light, with the clean fresh scent of my soap coming off her skin, I would be done for.

I stay in my home office, attending to files that could be tended to tomorrow, as a form of distraction. Yet somehow my mind wonders back to the soft light skinned lady, I left all alone in my room upstairs, I wanted to crawl into bed with her, but knew better than to give in to that temptation.

Blessing was adamant about being my wife and I knew that making love to her won’t make it any better.

As the pain in my neck gets unbearable, I stand up, stretching my back as well, I realized it was pass 4am, she must be asleep. With that thought in mind, I walk up the stairs intend on sharing the next few hours of sleep with her cuddles but seeing the door closed I wondered if I’d been locked out of my room, it was funny to imagine at this age, but blessing was the only woman I knew who’d dare to, trying the handle, I release a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Opening the door gently, I softly walk in not wanting to wake her up, she’s curled up on a very small part of the bed, this irritates me. I pull her into my arms to the middle of the bed, no longer worried about waking her, she tries to push against my chest but I hold her firmly in place, “I want to sleep, so unless if you have other plans I suggest you relax” I say in a husky voice. As all her brushing and pushing against me has turn my body into a tense set of nerves, her lower abdomen brushes against my erection, and she stiffens, laying her head back down with out a word. I could feel her tension, I force my body back into obedience to prove to her that I wasn’t going to take advantage of her, at least not tonight, I’d wait until she came begging and something tells me sooner rather than later, she would.