I rolled over and sprawled myself on the bed, exhausted, drained beside MD. I was trying to catch my breath. From the corner of my eyes, I stole a glance at MD as well, he was also trying to catch his breath. He was breathing heavily and sweating too, as his hairy chest pumped in and out from his heavy breathing. Apparently, from the look on his face, he enjoyed every moment of it like I did, and that made me feel pretty pleased with myself.
“That was great, wasn’t it?” MD broke the silence, panting slightly as he tried to catch his breath. “Or, you didn’t really enjoy it?”
I smiled. Of course he knew I loved every bit of it, I had expressed that much while we made love. He was only fishing for compliments and I had no choice but to let him have it.
“Come on, MD, you of all people should know I enjoyed myself thoroughly, so why fishing for compliments,” I retorted.
He reached for my face and began to rub the palm of his hand gently on my face. “Sure, I know you enjoyed it but it wouldn’t be too much for you to say so yourself, right?”
I nodded. He was right. “So, what about you, did you enjoy it too?” I asked him. I too needed to know how sweet he found me.
“Has there ever been a time I made love to you and not enjoyed it?”
“Well, not really, I must confess that you do have a way of driving me crazy with emotions anytime we make love,” I said to him.
MD smiled. He liked that. Like any other man, it made him feel good that his manhood was receiving credit for a job well done.
“But you still haven’t given the answer to the question I asked you sometime ago, MD,”
“And what question is that?” he’d asked, a puzzled look on his face.
“Where did you get the strength to handle me like you just did?” I’d asked him, looking into his eyes with a satisfied smile on my face.
“What do you mean by, where did I find the strength? Have I not been handling you well in the past?’
I shook my head. “Of course, you do, MD. You don’t understand, what I’m saying is that today was special. You have never quite handled me like this before,” I told him as a matter of fact. “Darling, you don’t seem to understand what I’m saying, the sensation I’m feeling in between my legs even as we speak right now, I can’t explain it. It’s like you’re still inside me. This one is different, I swear!”
MD grinned. He was feeling really pleased with himself. “Okay, listen, dear, there’s nothing special to it, I was just badly hungry for you, that’s all. I was really missing you terribly and I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms. I guess that’s what happens when you make your husband miss you too much. But I’m glad to hear you sounding like this.”
I turned to look at him. “Why did you say so?”
“Because, for some reasons, I was starting to think there was something going on that I couldn’t place my fingers on. You did not seem the least interested in staying with me, like there was something extremely important you had to go and do outside.”
That jolted me. What was he talking about?
“What do you mean, MD? What are you getting at?”
The man smiled. “Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I don’t know why I kept thinking your going out had to do with a man!”
I froze right there on the bed. This man had a way of jolting me off balance. Like a man who knew about your darkest secrets but was only waiting for the right moment to play his joker and put you into big trouble. If there was ever one thing about MD that constantly unsettled me, it’s his ability to unsettle me at my most vulnerable moments. Did he know something? Was he suspecting anything? Only time could tell. But, still, I had to be very careful with this man…
“MD, you have started again, what is it you’re talking about now? Why should you be bringing this up at this time?” I’d thrown at him, unable to hide the disgust in my voice. Even I was surprised my voice came out the way it did. I didn’t sound the least frightened he was bringing up the discussion, instead, I sounded truly pissed off that he chose to bring it up at the time he did. He threw an arm around my waist and let it slide up to my boobs. But I wasn’t even looking in his direction, I was looking straight up at the ceiling. It was the only direction I could look and not meet his gaze. His fingers were running small circles round my navel region but I made sure I locked up the emotions it was supposed to bring.
“Are you angry?” he asked me, trying to get me to look at him.
“Shouldn’t I be?” I’d fired back at him, still looking away from him.
“But I was just pulling your legs, dear.”
“You were not pulling my legs, MD, you meant every word. You just accused me of cheating on you and I don’t find it funny.” I’d said to him.
He pulled me closer to him, trying to get me to soften up. He felt he’d actually wronged me. He had no idea how extremely close to the truth he was. And though it seemed like I was upset because he’d insinuated I was cheating on him, I was on the contrary, I was actually trying to mask my guilt from him. If MD knew the sort of situation I was in, he’d probably strangle me to death. It’s one thing to find out your woman is cheating on you, it’s another thing to discover she is carrying the child of the man she’s cheating on you with.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you can’t blame me if I sometimes feel this way,” MD apologised. “You are young and pretty, a lot of younger men will be chasing after you. Many of them would give anything to be with you, regardless of the fact that you already have a child. And to make matters even worse, we don’t live together. So, anytime I am not here with you, my mind is always restless. I am always wondering if you were with another man.”
That was pretty too close for comfort. Silently, I thanked my stars he really didn’t have any strong reason to suspect me of anything. That was when I turned to him. “Now, you tell me, MD, why do you think I would want to risk all of the comfort and love you have given to me for a man?
…to be continued