In the Heart of Passion(2)


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 and 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 was only trying to suppress 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 overfeed 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…”  

He was indeed ready for me. By the time I joined him in the room, MD was lying on the bed with only his boxer shorts on. And from the corner of my eyes, I could see a large bulge inside his shorts and trust me, it was probably the biggest bulge I’d seen on MD. I couldn’t understand it but the man was frighteningly hungry for me in a way I had never known before.

“Come inside and lock the door, dear,” he’d said to me the moment I stepped inside the room. I was watching him cautiously, like one who had been cornered by a deadly Anaconda, if you catch my drift.

“What’s the problem, you look scared?” MD asked, a faint smile lighting up his face.

“Scared? Me? Scared of what?” I’d thrown back at him, quickly trying to put myself together.

“I guess I was just surprised to see how fast you had undressed and waiting for me.” I answered, still staring at the scary looking erection inside his shorts.

“But you shouldn’t be surprised, I already told you how hungry I was of you today, didn’t I?” MD retorted, sounding very relaxed and pleased with himself. “So, don’t just stand there staring at my ‘thing,’ come and join me in bed.” 

And he reached out his hand and I stretched out mine and he held me and pulled me to him. I landed on the bed and he promptly sealed my mouth with a deep kiss. MD is a good kisser and within a few seconds after he probed into my mouth with his tongue, licking up the whole length of my tongue in the process, my eyes began to dim and everything started to look hazy. Soon after, MD let his right hand run all over my neck and down my back. He was damn good at it. And by the time he dug his hand inside my bra, my entire body had started to quiver to his every touch. 

I held tightly onto him as I wrapped my arms round his neck. Now, he was tormenting my boobs, playing with the tip of my already erect nipples. Slowly, he cupped my boob out from its enclave and sucked hard on my nipple. I let out a loud moan. The sensation the touch of his wet tongue on my nipples brought me made my head giddy. Sensing he was starting to get me all fired up, MD reached for my right hand and led it straight inside his boxer shorts, placing it gently on his hungry looking Anaconda. I grabbed the solid as a rock ‘giant sausage roll’ and started to stroke it gently. Now, it was MD who let out a loud moan. I know he likes it anytime I stroke his ‘big boy’ that way. 

“Undress, sweetheart, take off your clothes and come and put out the fire in my body.” MD said to me, his eyes laced with intense hunger.

I got down from the bed and began to take off my dress. MD had his eyes glued on my body the entire time, not blinking for a minute. His gaze was fixed on my full and pointed boobs. I rejoined him in bed and helped him take off his boxers. I liked the look of his AK-47, it’s something most women would appreciate. And without a moment’s hesitation, I knelt beside him on the bed and took the sweet looking banana inside my mouth, just the way MD loves it….    


…to be continued