Migcobo Mivuyo Kumkani
I haven't seen my husband since the morning. In fact the whole week we haven't gotten a chance to spend time together. The whole family had to come visit the grandparents.
My husband is a Xhosa alpha and he has been acting as such. I too have to act like everyone who's an omega. We've both been performing our duties according to tradition and it's tiring. Today wasn't that bad though they've been eating meat all day. They slaughtered the cow yesterday so they didn't have much work. The other day they went to get wood from the forest so my baby was tired as hell.
I'm currently in our bed right now watching him wash from the basin. He's telling me about how life was like when he had to live here. Something to do with crashing a car but I'm not listening. I want him. I try to think of exactly what I want him to do to me but I can't. I just want him inside me.
As soon as he took out the shea butter I grabbed it out his hands. He looks down at me as I sit on my knees at the edge of the bed. He licks his lips and sets his dreads free from the ponytail. He doesn't break eye contact as he opens the container I was holding. Giving me permission to moisturise him in that way. As if I needed his permission in the first place.
He sits by the headrest and crawl into his lap. I dip my fingers into the butter and start rubbing it on his chest. His skin is warm from the hot water and that adds fuel to the fire that was ignited inside of me.
"Baby, you know you should stop sleeping with my clothes."
He's talking about the shirt I have on.
" I only wore because it's the only one that goes below my butt without clinging to it."
" You say the same thing every time."
By this time I'm applying the butter from his feet making my way up.
"Baby, whenever you put on my clothes I just want to bend you over an...
He cuts me off with his laugh. "I don't even sound like that!" He objects.
I giggle as well as I admire his glowing skin. I rub the butter on the inside of his legs making sure that it doesn't reach the dick and balls. I don't like to taste moisturizer on them. I straddle him as I move to his arms. I brush my lower half on his dick and his breath hitches. I lower my head into his neck as I rub some of the butter on his stomach.
I rub my lips on his neck as I breathe out of my mouth. He is getting hard, I can feel him. He grabs my love handles and I catch him biting his lower lip. He is getting impatient I can tell.
"Come on, your back."
"Leave it he says leaving space for argument."
"No turn around, I have to at least prepare it for the abuse it's about to take."
"Migcobo!" He calls me by his family name.
(When a person marries into a Xhosa family they are given a new name by the family.)
"Myeni wam" ( My husband). I play into it, looking at him through my lashes. A trick, his grandmother gave me when we were getting married.
He folds.
He turns around but I can tell by his breathing I'm going to regret it. I position myself on his lower back. I massage the shea butter on his back trying to him release the tension he accumulated from all the heavy lifting they do.
I lay my upper body on his back and whisper to his ear.
" Daddy you're gonna complain about your back hurting in the morning, I'm trying to fix that." I whine.
