There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Ayize Gxarha, a poised conservative psychiatrist who meets the roguish Qaphela Makhathini due to unforeseen circumstances...
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𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝚈 𝙾𝚁𝙱𝚂 in the darkness, doom suddenly consumes me. Regret cripples me and all that is left for me to do, is simply stare into the darkness. Nothing makes sense at this moment. Fuck! I let the Zulu nigga hit! Raw even! Qaphela is resting peacefully beside me while I lay silently in an uproar. My naked body is clung to the sheet as my temperature rises with panic clouding me. Oh Ayize!
"What's on your mind mama?" He unexpectedly whispers in my ear, snapping me out of my thoughts. His reverberating voice instantaneously sends signals to other parts of my anatomy I don't want to discuss.
"Qaphela!" His name rushes out of my lips.
"Ayize." He voices out, groggily.
"Uhmm, I think you need to leave Qaphela, would you erm, like breakfast?" I ramble without thinking.
Whipping his body around, Qaphela lifts his top half, burying his orbs in mine.
"But breakfast is right here, mama." His voice pierces my nerve endings. I suck in a deep breath and an inviting shy smile curls on my lips. "Ngiyakthanda yezwa?" he cups my haven and I simply gasp for air and blink up at him. A lengthy, slow yet ardent kiss is shared between us. He groans, making me want more, and more. I quickly snap back to my logical thoughts and pull out.
"Qaphela stop, last night was a mistake okay." I blurt out. He stares at me blankly for a full minute before pulling me closer to him. Just like last night, our bodies fit like two matching puzzle pieces. I hate how we complement each other!
"Ayize Gxarha, tell me you don't feel anything for me and I'll simply leave." He grits out, brushing his morning wood against my thigh. "Ngitshele ukuthi awungithandi mama. Hmm?" (Tell me you don't love me)
"Last night was simply sex. I needed you to scratch an itch, that's all Qaphela." I lie through my teeth. He simply scoffs in response. He then chuckles while releasing me from his hold. He shifts, laying his back on the headboard while hugging the white pillow. He stares at me intensely, looking extremely fascinated and amused, somehow this is angering me. Although for some reason his nonchalance is turning me on.
"Oh." He simply croaks out. I blink profusely, shocked by his response.
"Uh-let me go and take a shower before walking you out. No hard feelings right?" I nervously probe. He emits a deep chuckle before nodding slowly. "You can uhm, use the guest bathroom. I have new, fresh towels in there." I stammer before swiftly walking out.
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I walk into the cascading of water in the shower that falls from the follicle of my hair to my toe. The heavy drizzle makes my nipples perk as I flutter my eyes with the images of Qaphela flashing through my mind. Those intense brown eyes, the full kissable lips, his perfectly sculpted face and the sexy arousing body. How he handled me last night needs to be written in historical books. Immediately, a familiar pulsating hunch, fills my core. My index finger along with my thumb pinch my nipples causing an involuntarily moan to escape my lips. I suck two of my fingers inside my mouth and wetting them before slightly pressing them against my swollen flesh. I leisurely slide them over the bundle of nerves, easily with extra wetness. Soon the ecstasy fills me as my fingers gently slide up and down my slit as I start scissoring myself until my nerve endings pulsate. "Oh Qaphela..." I breathlessly moan.
Almost half an hour later, feeling refreshed, I descend my little staircase in search for Qaphela. It's still 5am and I only leave for work at 7am. I'll serve him breakfast and then oust him like a proper human being, that's valid right? I don't want to seem rude so... I involuntarily frown when I spot a figure standing in my patio. Huh! I see he made himself comfortable already. The November rainfall is softly drizzling outside.
I huff out and saunter towards the patio. I pull the sliding door back until there is just enough room for me to slide through. Upon laying his gaze on me, Qaphela doesn't budge. He pulls from his weed joint and then blows out smoke, staring at me intensely. His tranquility remains as I close the distance between us and eventually invade his personal space.
"Usuqedile uk'hlanya mama? Have you finally come back to your senses?" His deep husky voice rumbles softly. God, the goosebumps!
"Qaphela." I hum, folding my arms as I shift my eyes from the drizzling rain to his. He unexpectedly plants a wet kiss on my forehead sending tingles all over me
" Let me be your man Ayize. I promise to love and take care of you in every way that I can, you are the peace and happiness I never knew existed, until I met you Ayize Gxarha. I love you dokotela-" Without giving it a thought, I smash my lips onto his, tasting the herbal hints of the marijuana. Again, my heart is thundering profusely.
As soon as we withdraw from our lip locking moment, our eyes smile at one another without sparing any words. I lean forward and pull the joint he is burning from his hands. I clutch it between my thumb and index finger as I bring it to my mouth and then slowly inhale. Smoke fills my lungs, introducing me to the familiar earthy, herbaceous taste that I used to indulge in back in my high school peer pressure days. With a couple of pulls, I pull from the joint before letting my hand fall to my side. My eyes involuntarily move to the stagnant figure before me. I watch Qaphela's member harden through the black fleece sweatpants that he's wearing. I giggle when he gently grabs the joint from my grip.
"So we're dating?" I finally voice out. He chuckles, seemingly finding my question amusing.
"Cha, we're together Ayize. Dating is a lousy label for people who don't know what they want. I'm not here to play games nor to pass time. I'm here to build, I want to do this forever thing with you. Izingane, inhlonipho, nothando; yikona k'phela engikufunayo. Also, allow me to love you, lead you and protect you." Shuu! That was a whole mouthful.
"Who are you Qaphela, how old are you, what do you do?"I question him, instead of responding to his little confession. He chuckles and then kills his joint by stepping on it. He intertwines our hands together and traps his bottom lip between his teeth before lifting his orbs to meet mine.
"Qaphela Makhathini, 35 years of age. I'm the founder of a security company, we recently branched out to cybersecurity...just stick with me and you'll find out more." He proclaims.
"Oh!" I rasp out.
"Ngiyakthanda kaGxarha, kakhulu." He reminds me once again, his eyes twinkling with adoration. He bows his face to my shoulder. He swiftly turns me around and presses his body against mine. As my body reacts just like last night, he starts kissing my right shoulder, gently making his way to the nape of my neck. My senses are slowly flying out of the window as I move my head aside... Chills, sharp bumps form on the surface of my skin as my heart starts racing. He begins nibbling and slowly teasing me. His hands easily glide inside the oversized Space Jam pyjama t-shirt I'm wearing before he starts massaging my nipples...
"Qaphela..." I cry out.
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A/N I apologise for the short update, I'm currently swamped like crazy.🥲🤍
