🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑
Hmph! That was way too intense. And of all the nights, sleep has decided to forsake me tonight. Why, oh why?
Now what am I supposed to do to pass this seemingly endless time?
Play with myself.
It's not a bad idea. But no, I'm sick and tired of that. And that's not an option. Not while there is a better one a few rooms away, probably asleep or something.
Sigh! Epididymis hypertension is going to kill me, for sure.
Aaagh!!! I can't bear this agony any more. I need to have sexual intercourse so bad. Right now! Or else, I'm going to go nuts.
There were two soft knocks, one behind the other, at my room door.
It seems little Nik is up. Humph. Better go get this over with quickly, then return to my suffering.
I got out of bed, opened my door to go attend to what I thought was my child, and that's when something, or rather someone, jumped at me. Attacked me. Grabbed me. Bashed me against the wall.
Then we tussle a bit more. Spin out of control. All while kissing with great hunger and passion. This was like one of those heated scenes from a romance film or novel.
And these lips. These delicious and unforgettable lips. I've tasted them before. They belong to her. Tajea.
Heh! Yeah, right. As if she would do such a thing. Ha ha. Ha ha. This must be a dream. No way on earth or any other planet can this be real.
It seems my hormones have gotten to my head, thus causing me to hallucinate that Tajea is here with me. That makes perfect sense. But why does it feel so damn real? So good.
You know what? F it. Real or not, I'm just going to go with the flow. Enjoy it while it lasts. For all eternity, I hope.
Instinctively, I picked her off her feet, exchanging saliva like what it feels like for a whole lifetime. It's like all those times I wanted to kiss her but didn't, which was a lot. It was being released into this one magical and phenomenal moment.
And we touch. Oh, there were a lot of good touches. All in the right places.
I lay her on my bed, looking down at her looking up at me. She wants me. I needed her.
We watched each other get undressed. I took off my t-shirt and jeans. She took off that darn sexy dress. Note that she wasn't wearing any underwear. But I already noticed that from the party earlier.
And is it crazy if I like but don't like her dressing that way? I love it because it arouses me. Don't, because I don't want any scum eyeing her like a sex object.
She looked at me from head to toe. I did the same. I tattooed her beautiful form in my head, savaging the sight of her nakedness. After all, her body is the most beautiful thing I've laid eyes on in a very long time. A true masterpiece.
Her gorgeous face. Those perfectly sculpted breasts. They look so edible, I could nibble on them for hours. Her tummy going down to her. Ah, I can't take this pleasurable torture any more. I want her now.
Between her legs, I laid down, pinning her to the bed to make sure she couldn't go anywhere. I won't let her back out of this. I won't let her escape me again. As of now, she is mine.
Not that she has any thoughts of leaving on her mind. She's too far gone. We are too far gone. Lost in the spell of each other's eyes.
And when my submarine submerged, oh, it's paradise. That's one word to describe this extraordinary experience.
To have her beneath me, tearing into my back with her right hand and grasping my ass with the other. Her sweet cries next to my ear as I explore her like a new adventure.
Turn her every page like a biology text book. My space rocket taking her on a trip to the moon and higher. It's just remarkable, I tell you. Damn Amazing.
And this journey to the realm of raw passion and wild desires goes on for several more minutes before it comes to an amazing end.
We hugged and kissed a few times. Laugh. Smile even. There is no way this is a dream. How cruel that would be.
"Did we just? Is this really happening? I'm not dreaming, right?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.
Despite all that had happened recently, I had to make sure this was not a dream.
"Yes, you are. Now go to sleep." She turned her back to me, placing my arms around her. And I pulled her closer to me, and we stayed like that until we both fell asleep.
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TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE
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