He held Mmayen’s hand and led her to the backyard where the griller was. He placed her on a table near his flower garden and went back for the steaks. When he left for the steaks, Mmayen began setting the table.
When Kenechukwu returned, he saw the table had been set correctly and tastefully.
“That’s something I don’t usually do.”
“What?” she asked.
“The table. I hardly make it look that way. I never go through the trouble of setting a table. I just grill my steaks, sit there with a bottle of wine and then do justice to them.”
When the steaks were ready, he set them aside on the grate to keep them warm until the potatoes were done baking. He opened the wine and poured for Mmayen, then for himself.
“Would you want us to club?” he asked Mmayen, his eyes challenging her.
“Let’s do that next weekend.”
“Are you afraid you’ll lose your inhibitions and turn into a wild woman?” he asked, a teasing tilt in his voice. He sat by her and studied her face. “You’re one hell of a romantic woman when somebody pushes the right buttons.”
“You won’t get me this way.”
“Aw, c’mon, Mmayen you’re in love with me, I have gotten you already.”
If only he knew she was more than in love with him. Being with Kenechukwu at that moment was the happiest thing that ever happened to her.
They ate the steaks and drank wine quietly. Mmayen busied herself at the sink, washing the glasses and the dishes. Before she realized, Kenechukwu was behind her. He slipped his arms across her waist. He pressed warm lips to the nape of her neck.
“I love the scent of your body. I want you,” he said simply.
“You’ve had too much of that wine.”
She tried to pull away, but it was hopeless.
“I’m trying to numb all my senses,” he said, his lips inching their way up her earlobe. She held him firmly, making him stop, and he laughed, the sound of a low, sexy chuckle in his chest.
“Please don’t try to stop me. You go sashaying about in clothes that would tempt me and still hell-bent on celibacy.”
She laughed. “What? You’re fucken kidding me right? Celi what?”
He burst into a long sensual laugh too.
“And you wear a perfume that drives me wild.”
He turned her around and took her in his arms, “I want you. There is nothing either of us can do. I want you.”
His mouth came down on hers, hard and demanding, his tongue foraging past her lips.
Mmayen was stupefied. His hands roamed over her freely, crushing his body against hers. It wasn’t possible for her to resist him.
The kiss deepened, sweeping her thoughts away with it. Once again, her body responded with an urgency that was both pleasurable and uncomfortable. After he broke the kiss, his lips skimmed her forehead, her eyelids, her temples, leaving her flesh hot in their wake.
He buried his face between her breast, inhaling her essence. Her scent was implanted in his brain and often spilled over into his dreams.
Mmayen was literally gasping for air, and her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. She was fighting for survival. Kenechukwu was breaking down all her defenses one by one, so she felt helpless in his arms. At that moment, he possessed the power to do with her as he wanted to. He could take her on the kitchen floor if he desired and Mmayen knew that he had won her heart.
“I am drunk,” he paused and said.
“I am too,” she said with a sigh.
“When I make love to you Mmayen, I want to wake up the next morning and remember every bit of the moment.”
Mmayen merely stared in bewilderment.
“But I want you Kenechukwu,” she called him by his name for the first time. “This is my weakest moment. I don’t have control over myself anymore,” she said. He pulled off her clothes gently until she was in her panties alone. Kenechukwu reached out for the switch and put off the light when he saw that she was naked. “You don’t have to do that,” she said and went back to put on the light. Her nipple stood pointedly as she stared at him.
“Take me Kenechukwu,” she said softly.
Kenechukwu rushed at her. He took off his clothes and when he saw that they were both naked, he couldn’t help but stare at her bare breast.
“You’re beautiful in all ramifications,” he said.
She responded with a smile and began to kiss every part of his body. He placed her gently on the kitchen floor and mounted her slowly. She began to moan softly when she realized he was inside of her. Her body was as soft as a pillow.
He’d been on her for over forty-five minutes or more, and when he was about to ejaculate, he screamed so loud and held her firmly.
They lay there on the kitchen floor, weak, drunk and tired. He managed to carry her in his arms to his bedroom, where he bathed her and then himself. They were both silent. By the time they emerged from the bathroom, clean and freshened, tying white towels round their bodies, she saw the joyous look on his face. A smile curled her lips as she turned off the bedroom lights and sank beside him. Automatically, his body sought hers, and he pulled her against him.
Next Chapter: |Chapter 9|
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