Spurned
/spɜːnɜd/
-To refuse to accept something or someone because you feel that thing or person is not worth having.
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Itumeleng Nthabiseng Mashaba
A single wife- she's married but she'...
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"Yes... I'll marry you" I find myself answering. "Yes?" He asks, suprised and I rapidly nod. He slips the ring onto my finger before pulling me into his arms, twirling me around. "Lindokuhle!" I squeal. His phone rings and he puts me down, answering it.
"She said yes" I rest my head on his chest, feeling my cheeks heating up. "I told you so!" I can hear Akhona on the other side, laughing. "You knew about this?" I take the phone from him. "Dali please! That man has been bragging about it all week" I giggle in response.
"I'll call you later" I say and she hangs up. "You want to marry me?" I whisper and he agrees. "More than anything" I grin, wrapping my arms around him. "I love you" I say, pressing my lips against his. "Uthandwa yimi, MaMashaba" He trails his hand down to my ass, squeezing it. "Lindokuhle" I warn.
"Mhm? Yini?" He frowns. "I'm sleepy and we're literally on a boat" I get into the bathroom and he follows suite. He runs us a bubble bath and I slip out if my dress, lowering my body into the tub. He gets in behind me and I rest my head on his chest. I stare down at my ring, admiring it. "Do you like it?"
"I love it" I mumble, tiling my head to the side. "I can't believe I'm engaged" I shake my head at myself. Kwenzokuhle and I were never engaged, we just got hitched more like eloped. We were drunk and ended up talking about marriage and we got married I guess.
I had to beg him for an wedding ring until he got tired of my nagging and gave me money to buy one. I shake my head at the thought of him- he ruined my dreams... "What are you thinking about?" I feel his lips on my bare shoulders. "How much pain your brother has put me through... I went through the most and I still stayed" Silly little me.
"Well you're not with Kwenzokuhle anymore, I'm not going to treat you like he did" I know. "I know, Dlamini... You for instance make me happy and I actually love you" He knows just what to do to make me smile, even when I don't want to. "I love you" I find myself saying. "I love you more". "No you don't"
"MaMashaba" He calls out. "Yebo Sibakhulu?" I answer him and he grins. "Don't tempt me" He whispers. "I'm not tempting you" I readjust myself on his lap, teasing him in the process. "Itumeleng-" He huffs, holding onto my waist. "Mhm?" I get on my knees, turning around to face him.
His eyes are closed and beads of sweat are trickling down his chest. I internally laugh. I slightly get up, gripping his hard on. "I-Itumeleng" He grabs onto my arm, heavily breathing. "I can hear you" I whine, rubbing his tip against my entrance. My palm rests on his chest as he slowly sinks into me.
"Mhmhm" My toes curl as he stretches me out. "Ohhh" I rest my head on his chest as I heavily breathe out, digging my nails into his abdomen. His hands find their way onto my waist, helping me up. My knees give out as I slide down on him. "L-Lindo" I hiss, pressing my lips against his.
My muscles clench around him and he groans, bitting my lower lip. I arch my back, picking up my pace as my breasts bouce on his face. I gasp as my body gives up and I rest my forehead on his as he places soft pecks all around my face. "I love you" He mumbles, grasping onto my hips.
"I-I-I-I Ahhhhh-" I fail to get any words out as he plunges deep into me, meeting each any every movement of mine. "Ngikhuluma nawe MaMashaba" He digs his teeth onto my shoulder, biting me. "Mhmhmhm" I cry out, giving out. He continues to pummel into me, chasing both our orgasms.
"I said that I love you, Itumeleng" He moans into my ear and I heavily breathe out, hissing as he presses his thumb against my clit, pushing me over the edge. "I-I love yo-ou m-m-moreeee" I place my fingers on his pelvis as I explode around me.
He doesn't stop, he keeps on pushing me down on his until he buries his seed deep into my womb. I look up at him with blurry eyes as I bite my lower lip, containing my explicit sounds. He grunts, emptying the rest of his release into me. I feel him lathering the soap all over my body and I close my eyes.
He grabs the loofah, rubbing the foam around my body and I just sit here, watching as he heavily focuses on my body. He washes my body and I then do the same with his until we're both satisfied. We rinse each other off and I get up, wrapping a towel around my body.
He wraps a towel around his chest as I drain and wash the bathtub. I feel his eyes on me and I rinse off my soapy hands. "Lindokuhle!" I exclaim when his hand lands on my ass. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist" He chuckles and I playfully roll my eyes at him.
"Are you rolling your eyes at me?" He pulls me up to face him. "No, I'm just exercising my eye muscles" I roll my eyes at him once again. "Itumeleng" He warns me as he, slips my towel off. "We don't need these" He mutters and scowl. "It's cold, Lindokuhle"
"Exactly, we'll keep each other warm" He suggests and I giggle. "I'd be delighted to keep you warm, Dlamini" He repeatedly pecks my lips and I allow him to kiss me. I hungrily kiss him back and he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his torso and he gently pulls away.
