In the Heart of Passion

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I smiled, looking him deeply in the eyes. “Are you sure about that, my darling?” I’d whispered into his ears. “From what I can see in your eyes, that’s not quite the way you would like it,” I said to him. Now, he finally let a faint smile light up his face. “So, are you going to be honest with me and tell me the truth, which one do you want first?”

“Alright, you tell me, which one do you want to give me first? Whatever you decide is my choice.”

I wound my arms round his neck. “Even though I can see it clearly in your eyes that you want to devour me so badly, I think you should eat first. You will need the strength to eat me, don’t you think?”

Now his smile became more visible. “You have a point there, naughty girl.” He held me by the waist. “You got me really angry moments ago, do you know that?”

I nodded. “I know,” I replied. “I’m sorry, I really am,” I apologized. “So, have you forgiven me now?”

“Do I have any other choice? Sure, I’ve forgiven you, but you still have to tender that apology the proper way….”

“In the bedroom, right?”

“That’s correct.”

“Okay, then. No problems. Let’s get you something to eat first while I take a shower. Won’t you join me in the shower, dear?” I asked him.

“No, I already had a shower before you arrived. What I need now is something to eat.”

I kissed him on the cheek. “It’s okay, then, give me a few minutes, I’ll be right back with your meal.”

I quickly went into the kitchen to prepare him for a small mould of garri. MD loves his swallow like nothing else. And I as I went about preparing the meal for him, I began to wonder, what if I had carried out the D&C, how would I have dealt with MD’s request for sex? But beyond this, how would I deal with the problem that took me out of the house in the first place? What would I do with Jerry’s baby growing inside me? Am I prepared to pass the pregnancy onto MD? Only time will tell….     

It turned out to be one of the most delightful meals MD and I have ever had together. You could call it a romantic dinner and you wouldn’t be wrong.  MD seemed to have forgotten about all that happened earlier and that really gave me a lot of relief.

“Are you enjoying your meal, MD?” I’d asked him, knowing fully well he was enjoying every bit of it, judging by the way he devoured every bit of it hungrily.

“No, dear, I’m not enjoying it, I’m loving it! Isn’t that obvious already?” he’d thrown back at me.

“Here, let me feel you,” he scooped up a handful of the garri and put in my mouth. Gleefully, I swallowed it and licked my lips. It really tasted nice and I felt proud of myself for cooking such a delicious meal.

“Now, it’s your turn, feed me too,” he requested. And I obliged him. He seemed really excited. There was a look in his eyes that made him cut the picture of young boy in love for the first time…”

I was amazed at the transformation I was seeing before me. A moment ago, this was the same man who was so upset with me; he nearly hit me, something he had never done before. And thankfully, he restrained himself and things never got that bad. Now, minutes after, the same man was playing lovey-dovey with me, treating me like I was a woman he only just found days ago. Could this be another strong indication that this man loves me to pieces or he wanted to promptly douse  his anger because he was hungry for my body? I couldn’t readily come up with any answer but then, I’d thought, either way, it meant that one way or another, I still had some effect on the man I’d been engaged to for years now. And in a society like ours where men change women with the same frequency they change their boxer shorts, that’s quite some achievement for me. I couldn’t possibly ask for more, could I?

“I am done, sweetheart, I am full,” MD’s voice barged into my thoughts. I looked into his plate, he still had a small mound of garri left.

“But you didn’t finish your food, MD, or you didn’t enjoy the meal like you said you did?”

He nodded excitedly. “Of course, I did. You can see I’ve eaten quite a large part of it already. I don’t want to over feed myself, especially now that I still have you to devour. Don’t worry, you keep the food for me, I’ll get back to it later.”

I smiled at him. “Are you sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure,” MD retorted, returning my smile and giving a very lustful look.

“Now, you can pack the dishes and keep the food for me. When you’re done, come and meet me in the bedroom, I will be there waiting for you…”  

 

                        

…to be continued