I turned and wrapped my arms around his shoulder while I wrapped my legs round his waist. And the tears were still running down my face. MD was startled when he saw I was crying.
“Sweetheart, what is wrong? Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” he asked, scared he was probably the reason for my tears.
Quickly, I shook my head. “No, dear, you’re not hurting me, don’t say anything, just make love to me,” I said to him.
“Are you sure, darling?” MD asked again. I could see the worry on his face.
“Do you love me, MD?” I asked him, looking straight into his eyes.
“Of course you know I love you, I’m sure you know that very well by now,” he’d responded.
“Then, don’t worry about the tears rolling down my face, they are tears of joy, tears of bliss. I am just so happy I found you..I’m just so thankful to God that I’m the one you chose as your special woman. And I love you so much.”
Slowly, I saw the worry on his face fade away and a faint little smile took its place. And then, slowly and deliberately, MD continued from where he left off. He banged me hard and furiously and I held on tight to the bed sheets and when the sensation was too much to bear, I began to pull them until I finally pulled them out from where they were tucked in. I drew MD close to me with one hand and pulled his head close to my breasts. I wanted him to suck on my nipples. They were standing hard and erect and needed attention. And he gave them the sort of attention they needed. MD played with them, sucked them, licked them and fondled them. And when he couldn’t control himself anymore, he grabbed both of them with his two hands and buried his head inside them. As he did that, he continued to pound me, thrusting his manhood deeper and deeper inside me until he could no longer fight back the surge of release building up inside him. Then, finally, he came inside me, releasing hot powerful semen that very nearly drove me bananas as I felt him shoot down the powerful white fluid down to the very base of my honey pot. I held on tight onto him as I reached orgasm simultaneously with him. I felt the whole of me tremble.
“Oh, my God, oh my God!” I let out a loud moan. I dug my claws into his back and held him tighter as I groaned and wriggled my ass under him. And I came, slowly and sweetly. At that moment, I could barely see anything, the entire world seemed to be collapsing under me….
It was a beautiful feeling. I had never felt that way in a long while. I felt like I had just been to heaven and back. In fact, I think MD actually took me to heaven, led me on a blissful ride while up there and then brought me safely back to earth. I held tightly onto him as my entire body still jerked slightly to the burst of sensation going on inside me. Finally, everything came to a halt. I had just landed safely back to earth.
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 enjoy 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!”
…to be continued