Turning Table

Part 65

***The morning kiss ***

🌹Lethukuthula 🌹

I shoot my eyes open as I heard the sound of a T.V playing and the smell of bacon, eggs, and chutney,
I fist frowned wondering who is in my house, just when I was about to jump up to take m gun the hangover headache made me recall that I left a man in my living room,

Just like any crazy girl who likes a guy I jumped off my bed ran to my bathroom, washed my face and mouth, fixed my breast on my vest, and roughled my hair up, I walked out acting sleepy and found him sitting in the kitchen counter eating a sandwich,  his eyes glued to the loud soccer game on the TV screen, Jesus so all this noise is just soccer?

Him: morning "
He looked at me and side smile, his eyes ran from my legs making their ways slowly up to my face, our eyes  locked while I did a catwalk towards him, I took the remote on the kitchen counter but he was quick got it first and he holds my hand,
Him: so you the grumpy type in the morning? "
He raised his eyebrow to look at me,
Me: there is a noise policy in this building "
Him: well fuck them "

He said pulling me to stand in between his legs and he kissed me, I was kinda reluctant but that tongue play got my tummy doing flips,
Him: I made you breakfast "
He said after pulling out,
Me: mmmm"
He laughed and ran his hand on my face
Him: you so beautiful "
At that point I did not know what to do with myself, looking in his eyes for the first time with him not wearing his cap I saw the worst fear of my life Mlondi is drop-dead handsome, and no doubt he is a Bad boy,

He stares at me with those captivating, dangerous eyes. His good looking handsome face gives me more excuses to study it, ordering me not to take the risk of pushing further.

But lord knows I want to do it anyway because I'm curious. I  want to know what’s lurking behind that look, and I want to understand how it can be both innocent and troublesome.

Him: I would love to have that cup of coffee you promised me yesterday "
He said biting his lip, I was not sure if he's talking about the actual coffee or sex, I want to speak but I'm lost, the chemistry its too much that got my heart beating so loud my chest is even moving,

Me: Coffee?"
Him: yes the water just came to a boil,"
Me: ooh Coffee"
He laughed " yes Coffee "

As I was busy making coffee he takes time to study me, while I do that with him as well, there is a silent conversation between us only spoken with our eyes,

God, why am I attracted to him, all I see in him is that he is a guy who seems to be a walking disaster, an accident waiting to happen? Mlondi has perfectly embodied a beautiful tragedy. And I  know better not to be associated with a person like him. . . but here I am lusting over him,

Damn it Lethu you never learn You have seen such guys in a movie. You have heard your friend cry over someone like him. You have read about him in the articles online, in short stories, in novels, you grew up loving.

But here you are trying to figure out that particular thing that makes him so mysterious,
Looking at his skin as I want to know the story behind those tattoos that are inked in his arms, What do they symbolize in his life, and what inspires him to have them be displayed permanently in his skin? I  want to know what’s beating in his heart. If it gets soft, too sometimes, or if it is pained, or if it is as strong as his facade appears to be. I want to be friends with him...more than friends with him, be near him most of the time and test whether the stretch of his tolerance and acceptance of people is really that extensive.

Me: how many sugars?"
Him: none"
I give him his cup and I walked to the couch while he followed me behind,
I caught him staring at my behind as I sat on the couch,  he sits on the couch next to me and looked at me
Him: I had fun last night "
I looked down " me too "
Him: so? ... "I raised my head to look at him
Me: so?"
Him: I want to see more of you "
My head is screaming no, but I found my head nodding,
Him: look  I'm not good at putting my feeling into words, but Since I saw you for the first time, I knew that I wanted to be with you. Whenever you look at me,  I can hardly think because you completely confuse my feelings. Since the day I meet you I have spent every spare minute thinking about you. That may sound a little over the top, but it is true and I hope we can try this thing out..."
Me: what thing "
Him: Lethu why are you acting dumb"
Me: all I'm saying is I would love to hear you put it into correct words "

Him: here what?"
Me: the thing...what is it called? "
Him: fuck...kanti kuzobanje ukujola with smart girls?"
Me: ooh Siyajola "
He placed his coffee down and took mine and placed it on the table and pushed me to fall on the couch with my back, he then got on top of me and pushed my hair back while looking into my eyes

Him: What I feel for you is something new, something special!
You are something special!!!
You give me so much affection, tenderness making me have feelings of wanting you
Every time I look into your eyes, I can see a glimpse of my future.
OUR FUTURE!
A life without you is inconceivable to me.
You are the best, most wonderful, greatest, most brilliant, most perfect thing that could happen to me.
And uyathanda awuthandi Siyajola mina nawe "

Me: By force yini?"
Him: I'm a prince what I want I get, what I need I take...wena you are mine now, "
I opened my mouth to say something but his lips found my lips the kiss was gentle not rushed, my heart picked up a beat. Anticipation or fear, that I wasn’t sure which arose, Something hot and risky drifted through my body, pooling in the aching area between my legs.

He stopped and looked at me and for one long moment, everything caught and held words, breaths, gazes suspended as the charged air pulsed between us, saturated with anticipation. His mouth moved closer as the air thickened and smoldered hotter, shutting out everything like night shut out day.

And the eagerness expanded inside of me began with a sudden obsession to run my hands on his head,

I  grazed his lower lip with the edge of my teeth. Heat flared in his eyes. As he moaned He brought his mouth down on mone, harder, hungrier than before. He entered my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside with an eager moan.

I was so hot at this point that I  welcomed him, sucking at him, drawing him deeper, tangling my tongue with his, rubbing, stroking, enticing, he dipped his tongue into the heat of my mouth again and again. Making me lose air

A moan caught at the back of my throat. Through his jeans, I  could feel him pulsing with need. His hand grasped around my hip heading to my feminine mound,
Me: uuuh!"
As he sliding in between my legs, cupping, rubbing the fabric of my robe against the heat of my desire, he opened the robe, his hand cupping my breast. His mouth left my wet lips and moved to the side sucking my neck. Tremors of excitement rippled along my nerves.

Me: uuuuh "
Him: I have to go" he whispered in my ear
Me: what?"
Him: this is was just my morning kiss to you muntu wami "

He kissed my forehead and got off me,