KHANYISA
The endless pings from my phone pull me out of my sleep and I groan while trying to reach for it on my nightstand with my eyes still shut. When I finally get ahold of the cold device, I slowly open my eyes and use the facial recognition to unlock it so I can see who dares to send so many messages simultaneously at this time of the morning.
As soon as I access my whatsapp, all I see are chain messages, pictures of santa clause and baby Jesus, a couple of videos too, these messages are coming in even from people I haven't spoken to in the longest time. They probably just selected "Send to everyone" and unfortunately, I'm part of everyone.
I respond to a few being my mom, mom inlaw, sesi Caro and Cheryl then I make a mental note to respond to the others later. It hits me that I'm going to be seeing my parents for the first time since the day I officially moved out and the feeling is so exciting, I really can't wait to see them and this makes me realise just how much I've missed them. This has been quite an adjustment and Nkosi has been nothing but patient and supportive, however, we all know that nothing can ever compare to being under the same roof as your parents if you have such a close bond with them.
I slide my phone on the nightstand again then attempt to get up but I'm stopped by Nkosi trapping me with his arm and pulling me back against his bare chest.
"Uyaphi ekuseni kangaka? " [Where are you going so early in the morning? ] he asks with his morning raspy voice that leaves tingles on my spine.
"Nla ku ya sungula swo sweka" [I want to go get started with cooking] I respond.
"hay, uzosweka later" [You will cook later] he mixes our languages making me giggle at how how he's saying it.
The way his hands have started roaming around my body, coupled up with his heavy breathing gives me an insight on the kind of dream he might have had just moments ago.
"I'm sure the people you want to prepare for are still in bed too, there's no rush," He says lowly kissing the back of my neck and bringing his hand up under my pajama top to cup my breast and squeeze it a little.
My body tenses up at the contact and I press my back more again his chest while he plants more kisses on my neck and shoulder. In a flash he's flipped me so I'm laying on my back and he's hovering on top with one leg between my thighs.
He continues feeling on my body while lowering his face to kiss my lips, at that moment, not even the worry of morning breath is enough to get me to pull away, with the heat he's putting me under, once again, he has me under his full control.
I feel him tug my shorts and I raise my hips so he can pull them down once with my panties. I moan when he starts touching me, I'm already wet and when he starts rubbing on me it only intesifies this heat that I'm feeling. He retrieves his hand and pulls down his boxers then positions himself between my legs then he enters me slowly, filling me bit by bit until I feel him touching my wall making me shut my eyes. This is the second time we are doing this and it takes a moment to get used to him.
"Are you good?" He asks and I open my eyes.
"Mmh" I answer unable to say it in words.
"I'm good too," he smirks before he starts moving.
Unlike the first time, this time, his strokes are hard. He pulls out then slowly in again harder than each previous thrust and he watches me as he does it.
He bends my knees and holds them in place making me spread more for him to go even deeper.
"Oh my god, Nkosi," I gasp and he keeps his eyes on me making me look away.
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