Shrivelled Roses 2: Iyana Kleinbooi

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Chapter Thirty-Three

-Buhle-

He didn't answer her, instead he just sighed, and shrugged.

She felt that he was burdened and a part of her wanted to ask him questions, but another part of her just wanted to sit there with him in silence and just breathe. The moment was just therapeutic, so she leaned her head over to his shoulder and shut her eyes. He moved closer to her, so she wouldn't strain her neck and just stayed like that for a few more minutes. After about fifteen minutes, he nudged her, she lifted her head and looked at him.

Clive: Go to bed, we can talk tomorrow morning.

Buhle: That's what I said to you in the first place.

Clive: I know... you were right... now go to bed.

She nodded, and tried getting up but he was already on his feet and helped her get up too. He walked her to bed, though there was no need for such, but he did and she appreciated the act of guilt. She got under the covers, and just watched him tucking the ends of the bedcovers on each edge. He was such a sweet man, which made her wonder if he was also like that with Iyana as well or he was just acting for the royal princess.

Buhle: Mntungwa, ngi right bandla, stop tucking in the lower ends. My feet will need to breathe.

Clive: Oh, ngiyaxolisa. Before I go, is there anything that you need? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Snacks?

Buhle: Cha... ngiyabonga.

Clive: Haike, good night.

Buhle: Is there anything you need?

Clive: A good night kiss, maybe?

Buhle: And you couldn't ask, because?

Clive: Because I don't want to overwhelm you, at any given point.

Buhle: Understood.

Clive: May I?

She blinked twice, blushing at his unreadable face. He cracked, smiled and leaned for the kiss, she leaned closer to him, pushing Iyana and the baby to the back of her mind. All she wanted was the feeling she had earlier when he lifted her onto the kitchen counter. She wanted to feel his hands on her thighs, and his breath, lips and tongue on her mouth. She wanted him.

His tongue split her lips, invading the warmth of her mouth, a very light whine escaped her lips as his hand grabbed the extra meat around her waist, pulling himself onto the bed. She grabbed his shirt, and pulled it over his head. He had a vest underneath the shirt but her mind could already feel his flesh through the fabric. AT that very moment, she shut her mind from thinking about anything other than that moment... she wanted him... but he stopped just as one of his hands was on her thigh, squeezing tight.

Clive: Uhm... this is getting heated.

Buhle: And you're afraid of the heat?

Clive: I don't want to hurt you.

Buhle: Are you capable of hurting me Mntungwa?

Clive: Cha mama... I would never hurt you... and that's my fear, I don't ever want to hurt you.

Buhle: Oh...

He kissed her lips, softy pecking them, building up the atmosphere that he had once broken. She heaved, grabbing his neck and pulling him even much closer to her, and he obliged, moving his hand upward from her thighs, past her waist and to her chest grabbing one breast.

"Mbulazi" that wasn't meant to be a whisper, but it came out as a whisper.

"Tell me when to stop" he whispered back as his lips moved from her lips, tracing down her neck.

"I don't want you to stop... not tonight" she moaned, talk a breather between every word.

That's all her needed, her to give him permission.

That very moment, he pushed everything to the back of his mind, everything that he knew and suspected, he pushed it to the back of his mind and decided to be fully committed to the moment. She was his wife afterall. He night dress flew across the room and so did her underwear. Everything was happening so fast, even she was shocked and slightly excited. He pushed her down onto the bed with one hand while sliding his weight to the lower part of the bed. He gently pushed her legs wide open, breathing heavily, trying to contain his excitement. A very soft moan left her clenched teeth as his wet tongue found comfort on her mound. The room got filled by sounds of ecstasy. His lips moved from between her thighs, up her belly and to her lips as his legs kept her legs apart.

***

Buhle woke up the following morning alone in bed.

She sighed, suddenly feeling ashamed and embarrassed. She knew he didn't answer the question regarding his love for Iyana, but he didn't have to vanish the morning after. After a minute of feeling sorry for herself, she finally gathered the courage to get out of bed and walk barefoot to the bathroom where she took a shower and cried her heart out. When the weight was off her, she turned the water off, stepped out of the cubicle and wrapped a towel around her thickness before leaving for the bedroom with her hair products in hand. Her heart almost stopped...

"Masheleza, waze wamuhle... woza sizodla iblekfasi"

She frowned, her mind going around in circles.

"Hawu, and the look?" Clive asked as he put the tray down.

"Uhm... beng'cabanga ukuthi usuhambile Mntungwa" she responded honestly. He frowned at her, confused.

"Seng'hambile? Ngijahephi?"

"Angazi... I woke up alone in bed, I am not sure what else I was supposed to think" she said, putting the hair products down and tightening the towel around her body. He just stood there, in his trunks, barefoot and shirtless. She sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed, playing with her fingers...

Buhle: Uhm, thank you for breakfast... you didn't have to.

Clive: I know I come across as a cheeseboy but I am not the type that would smash and vanish, I wouldn't do that to anyone, especially not to you.

Buhle: Okay, can we now eat?

Clive: No, we are tal-

Buhle: Hah Mntungwa, ang'funi uk'khuluma ngalendaba mina. Can we just have breakfast? Please? Asidle baba, ng'yak'cela.

Clive: You don't want us to talk about it?Ngobani?

Buhle: Oh Mntungwa!

Clive: Okay fine, on one condition.

Buhle: You have conditions too?

Clive: Angithi you have a certain perception of me that don't want to open up to me about, so yes, I have conditions.

Buhle: Khuluma ke ndoda sizwe, kungaze kudliwe amakhaza ukudla.

Clive chuckled, shaking his head.

He clicked his tongue and made way to where she was sitting. He gently opened her thighs wide enough to slip in between them while looking deep into her eyes. She gasped,, and quickly looked away.

Clive: I will drop what we were talking about, on condition that you are also on the breakfast menu.

She blushed, still looking away.

But she blushed, and he touched her chin, turned her to face him and kissed her before she could protest.