SIMPHIWE SHANDU THE HUSBAND
CHAPTER 52
BAGQIBILE
The side of the bed is so warm. I slowly open my eyes and there he is looking at me with these eyes I can't explain. I shyly smile and cover my face with my hands. I have suddenly become shy out of the blue. It’s morning and I should be resting. But I can’t.
“How did you sleep Dali?” He asks. He has a pretty deep voice. His voice just sends those tingling sensations my entire body. My abdomen hurts. The love making, we had throughout the night was incredibly insane. I couldn’t control my screams. I'm sure the whole entire neighborhood now knows how much of a hoe I am. My cheeks flush...
“Good.” I sound like a high school girl right now. He slowly removes my hands on my face and smiles. I hold my breath...
“You look beautiful in the corning.” Will I ever get used to these compliments? I have been getting all of these throughout the love making. He would complement how good my pussy looks; how good it fits in perfectly like a glove. I must say – he is very huge down there. I always heard bizarre stories on Facebook, especially from Ladies House that ‘it must have veins. It always left me lost in a way but yesterday I got to understand what that statement it meant!
“Don't lie.” No one looks beautiful in the morning.
“And you still look sexy.” He says getting on top of me. I am still wet and have a swollen Kuku. He spreads my legs apart and positions himself. I held his chest and took a deep breath. I know the pain from yesterday will wake up. I can feel his tip in my opening. When he first slips in, and only the first inch is inside. I feel my skin on the outside of my vagina stretch, almost like pulling skin the wrong way. It pinches for a second. It feels full, a general sense of pressure, plus the warmth & softness of skin. Skin-to-skin contact with someone's smoothest patch of skin. Plus, a feeling of pressure from the inside, like an inside-out massage of sorts. I’m particularly horny and haven’t had sex for ages it feels like scratching an intense itch that nothing else will satisfy. I would say there’s a sense of euphoria once fully goes in. With every peen there is a feeling of ‘fullness’ to some degree. Like when you’ve got fresh sheets on the bed, everything on your body has been waxed and you just slip under the sheets. That is how I can explain the pleasure I am feeling at the moment.
His eyes are shut and her is already cursing. Lord knows how much I always wanted to be fucked by a man that sing praises about my pussy. He pushes in further slowly and stays in for a while. He is all hard and I feel him growing expanding inside of me. My thighs hurt. I’ve never had so much sex before. That warm breath hitting my neck again. I feel something gushing out of me.
“Why didn’t you hold it in?” He whispers against my ear.
“I don’t know.” I say shaking beneath him. He lifts his upper body up and smiles looking down on me. Damn this man has a smile for days. I love how he looks at me. I can't explain the feeling. Is this how it feels to be loved? He begins to thrust slowly and deeply with his gaze fixed on me. He sucks his lower lip with sweat dripping on his forehead.
“Ow God.” It’s a pleasure of pain and happiness mixed together. There’s an initial rush through my body. Not as intense as an orgasm but still gets my blood pumping and my heart racing and sends shivers through your body. It just feels like everything is right and how it should be. He is moving in a coconut motion hitting all corners. This man knows his A game. I grab the sheets but let go of them. My hand finds his bare back. The scratching – he seethes his teeth...
“Fuck!” He groans. The pace quickens. We are both lost in cloud nine of heavens and the lord knows how we will climb back down. His body tenses and growls with his body loosening on top of me. We stay like that with him still plugged inside of me. We catch our stinky morning breath. He finally pulls out and smiles with a smirk on his face. Cockiness has taken over I see. He fucked me yes and I feel like a numb potato.
“Usaright?” He asks pulling me to his chest. We are both sweaty. I nod my head smiling. My weekend was the best. And I am not complaining. I wish my life could last like this throughout, but I get to ruin things for myself. I am even surprised that we are still here, and I haven't cried for Simphiwe. “Good morning Ntokazi.” I never knew that morning glories come with such dynamite!
“Good morning.” My voice is defiantly failing me. All the butterflies I am feeling are just out of this world. The feeling is crazy! My hoeness is in check.
