A love to stay

Chapter Seven

I slid my hands through his thick dark hair, his hands roaming through my back, his fragrance turning me on. My legs shook slightly beneath me, his arms firmly guiding my waist causing me to shudder in delight. I could feel every inch of him pressing against my body. I didn't realize how much I missed this until this moment. He began to reach in, his head blocking the light, my mouth parted as I sucked in sharp breath, I could feel him…. So masculine… so heavenly. His lips pressed against mine for a few seconds, his tongue thrust out suddenly parting my lips, plunging in.

He tasted like strawberry mixed with coconut, his cologne driving me insane, I could feel morality parting from me , at this point I want more ……. I want to feel weak in my knees, I want to shudder with delight, I want him to touch and touch me, my skin flaming under his fingers…… This was all I ever wanted, this was all I ever needed. My eyes widened suddenly, I could feel him…. Hard…. Pushing against me. He tasted divine, his breath hit against my face. I kissed him again and again, changing the slant of my mouth. I could feel a sudden wetness below my abdomen, my heart pounded in my ear as we broke off.

He began to smile and so did I, we continued to stare at each other. He grabbed me again and buried his head in my neck ….. kissing….. touching….. caressing His lips lingering on my skin, his fingers touching delicately and slowly. I moaned a little… then again and again… jumping slightly. His hands around the top of my breast, I slipped my fingers through his hair, breathing sharply wishing for this night never to come to an end….. wishing it could stay like this forever…. He didn't stop. He continued to touch me… and caress me, his hands deep in my hair.

I could feel him really hard, I longed to touch him but that would be too far, not tonight. His height pressing against me, ,I longed to touch him, feel him but definitely not tonight. His hands continued to roam my breast, touching…. squeezing a little . He located my n****e and he continued to press them, he proceeded to kiss my face,my hair, my nose…. Slipping his hands into my top. I knew I wasn't supposed to go this far, I wanted to stop him but I couldn't. This was all I ever wanted, I could feel the pounding between my legs, I could feel the moisture around them. He stopped as soon as he realized what he was doing, “I'm sorry” He said, moving back a little, watching me. “ Don't be” I whispered… unable to talk. He continued to watch me, I continued to look at him. His eyes did make me nervous anymore, they tell me that he likes me, they reassure me that I'm safe. His hands … strong and masculine ….. He bent over and kissed me briefly on my mouth, “You should go” He said, moving back.

I pulled away slightly, another wave of cool breeze blowing on my face , settling in, cooling the atmosphere… causing me to shudder a little. This was everything that I ever wanted, somebody to hold me and make me feel like I mattered. “ Goodnight Kiara'' he said, his eyes dancing. “ Goodnight Jared” I said quietly, as he loosened his grip. He took a few steps back, giving me space to turn around and leave. He watched as I proceeded to my door, I turned back to wave at him. He waved back, waiting for me to get inside before leaving. I unlocked the door, excitement tingling through me, I entered and I closed the door behind me. I ran to the window to watch him leave, he walked briskly, his hands in his pocket as he made his way across the street.

I began to smile slowly……As I removed my footwear, I began to think about how magical the night, how lovely everything felt . I can never forget about this night, never forget how passionate he kissed me, never forget how good he smelled, never forget how well he held me. I will never forget his kisses on my neck, his length on my body, never forget how much I shuddered.

His eyes …. There is something about his eyes. They promise love, they reassure…. His hands, there is something about his hands… his fingers ….. his entire body. After undressing as I stepped into the shower, I stood there , still, for a very long time, not moving . Thinking…. About everything… all over again, from meeting this guy who seems not to care, to loving and kissing this guy in front of my door… I even told him I liked him.

Some words were not spoken that night, in fact we were still keeping a lot of things from each other. We just met, so it is normal. As I lay down on my bed, I couldn't help but smile again as I held my tummy, hoping that this would last forever.

I woke up to my phone beeping as early as 6am, I groaned and mumbled something to myself as I dropped the call. The person kept calling , I kicked my feet against each other in frustration as I strained my hands to reach my phone. I tried to see who was calling, but the phone brightness stung my eyes, I put the phone away and closed my eyes again.

I reduced the brightness from a little distance, this time the call ended. I stared at the ceiling for some time, and the phone started beeping again. I reached for it again, it was my mum. I knew I was in soup, I checked and she has called me twelve times. She would have been worried sick and when I did decide to call her back, she would nag the hell out of me. What was I thinking? I didn't speak to her at all yesterday.

My brother already texted me too , asking me to call my mum ASAP. I swallowed my fears as I dialed her number. Something inside wished she shouldn't pick it at first, so that it would stand as evidence that I called her, but I know my mum, she would pick immediately. She picked immediately, “ Hello ma” I said in fear.