For those who are eternal

6

I thought about what Yvonne had told me. It all sounded complicated but it was easy enough to understand; she had made a deal with the angel of death and because of my attitude towards love, I stayed longer than expected.

Don't get me wrong, I honestly did try to love again but my immortality always bothered me amongst other reasons. Maybe I had another chance with Emilia; but did I actually deserve this?

"Sometimes, I wonder who's on your mind," Emilia said.

I had returned to the room after listening to Yvonne and Emilia had been trying to seize my attention. I didn't mean to be oblivious but right now honestly wasn't a good time.

"I'm going out for a walk," she said.

I wanted to stop her and apologize for not paying attention.

"It's alright, I'm good as new and you probably need some time to yourself," she said, "But promise me you'll tell me what's on your mind ok?"

I nodded and watched her walk out of the room. When she left, I buried my face in my hands.

Something bothered me about the deal Yvonne made. All I had to do, was fall in love right? Get married? Probably have kids? What next then?

"You think too much Kwame," I felt Yvonne's hands wrap around my waist as she buried her face in my neck. That was another thing that bothered me about her; How was I able to 'feel' her? Was it even possible?

Her everything felt like she was right there with me; from her scent, skin and breathing. I was probably losing my mind.

She bit my left ear lobe and stuck her tongue inside. I freed myself from her embrace and turned to face her; I had planned to tell her off but her naked figure on my bed shut me up.

"What's wrong Kwame?" she asked.

What's wrong? I scanned her body before looking away. I had never seen her naked before; she was even fuller than my expectations.

"Kwame, some women would be embarrassed when they are like this," she said then spread her arms wide open, "Come to me."

I didn't understand her invitation. A part of me wanted to walk out of the room just as Joseph did when he was with Potiphar's wife but the other part said to me; she was my wife. Fiancé rather... we didn't marry officially.

"It's not fair I died a virgin is it?" she asked, "You didn't get a chance to experience my body."

Where was she going with this?

"Here's your chance now," she said, "Come have your fill."

Was this okay?

Was it even going to be possible?

Didn't she want me to move on?

"Hurry Kwame," she invited.

My feet made its way to the bed as my logic and reasoning slowly fled the room.

''Just a kiss,' I said to myself, 'I just have to confirm this with a kiss'.

As her lips made contact with mine, the last shred of my logic dissipated.

'Were her lips always this soft?' I asked myself as our tongues danced in each other's mouths.

 Was this the right thing to do?

I didn't care. After a hundred years I had truly missed her. I never thought it was fair that I lived on while she went to the grave alone. I tried to forget her, and start a new life with Emilia although the emotions I had for Emilia was... Wait... what did I feel for Emilia?

Was I in love with Emilia?

The first reason I started associating with her was that she saved my life.

Was that enough reason to love her?

If I truly loved her, would I have slept with Yvonne? But Yvonne is my wife or was my wife, but we didn't get married officially so we were just fiancés so does that count?

"What are you thinking about?" Yvonne asked with her hand on my face.

We had only kissed for 3 seconds but it seemed like it lasted for an eternity. I still had a chance to walk away, but her hands on my groin made me stay.

"Touch me," she said.

First thing was her breasts, which was fuller than I thought and her darkened nipples which were sensitive to touch. My hands reached for her loins which were as dewy as the grasses on a Tuesday morning.

Her soft whimper dulled my reasoning; However, her members' textures felt... familiar.

"More," she demanded as her body arched backwards to ease my finger's penetration.

My finger was soaked but at least it made movements easy. She bit her knuckles and clutched the bedsheets when I added a second finger; There was no doubt about it, I had felt this sensation before, but where?

I took out my fingers and let my trousers down. I had to be sure of my claims.

 "Come to me, I'm ready," she said with her legs spread open.

I'm not sure how long had past, but Emilia wasn't back yet. I thought what I did was a dream, but the bed in a mess, my member still wet and sticky, and the naked figure lying next to me.

"Good afternoon," Yvonne greeted as she rubbed her eyes, "I best be on my way."

I had questions to ask but she started to dissipate.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled, "See you later."

As she disappeared, I thought about the scars on her arms I saw when we made love. She wasn't with those scars before her death and I didn't pay attention to her arms when I started seeing her.

"I'm home!" Emilia announced as she walked into the room.

I was still naked.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed as she saw me, "I guess someone wants skinship."

She took off her clothes and got on the bed.

God give me strength