Zamageda his heart

chapter 11

I grab another bottle, unsure if I'm just passing the time or succumbing to alcoholism. Halfway through, I stumble upstairs to ask him to open the gate so I can leave. He clearly has no intention of driving me home, so I'll Uber. I knock lightly before letting myself in and find him leaning against his headboard, engrossed in whatever he's watching. His shirtless torso sparks my imagination – how his skin would feel against mine, his beautiful face glistening with sweat as he towers over me, taking pleasure in my being.

"'Sengwayo,' he mutters, oblivious to my lust. I remind myself why I came here: 'Please open the gate for me.' He simply looks at me, and I lie, 'My Uber is on its way.' He pats the empty space beside him, 'Woza sikhulume' (come, let's talk), softly dismissing my request. I hesitantly move towards the bed and sit at the corner, facing him.He opens the covers and motions for me to join him, but I sit firm, the wine fuelling inkani yami. 'Zama,' he says sternly, his eyes flashing with a hint of threat. I chuckle and relent, making myself comfortable on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. He nestles his head on my thighs, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"'How's your back?' he asks, concern etched in his voice. My granny  back has been troubling me for days. 'Not as bad as it was on Friday, but still painful,' I reply. He advises me to lie down, warning that sitting will only exacerbate the discomfort. I know exactly what he's doing – he wants me to stay, but won't admit it outright.

I oblige, shifting his head to my stomach, where he nestles in, his voice vibrating against my skin as he says, 'This is so soft and warm, we should get you more of these.' The gentle brush of his lips against my sweater sends a flood of butterflies to my stomach, and I feel my folds grow moist. I clear my throat, my voice lost amidst the sensation.His hands slip inside my sweater, drawing lazy circles on my lower stomach, intentionally intensifying my arousal. His warm fingers wander over my skin, reaching my breast, where he softly massages, sending shivers through me. I bite my lip, silencing the desperate moan that escapes, our eyes meeting in a moment of raw connection. His gaze reflects a dark, inviting yearning.

With a gentle tug, he pulls the hem of my sweater over my head, leaving me bare, my nipples hardened, aching for his touch. The lust that's been building since we left the hospital now simmers just below the surface, ready to ignite. He looks at me right in the eye and I get nervous and look away, his face comes closer to mine. His fingers brush my face, I feel a wet kiss on my neck then on my ear.  I allow my body to be my advocate. I'm in shock, my body is feeling the electricity. He lifts my legs and I wrap them around his waist. He kisses my neck and shortly after that, he places his hand around my neck and chokes it lightly, yet another moan escapes my lips With his one hand on my neck, gently pulls down my pants with his free hand .

His fingers tap on my thigh and they move up and up, he brushes my lace underwear, he pushes it to the side and his cold hands finally touch my warm and soaked pussy.I begin to slowly thrust my hips on his fingers. "Do you want this?" He asks with authority and I moan yes..., I need it.He finally finds my wet pussy lips and he gently strokes. He presses his thumb on my clit and he inserts his middle and ring finger inside me. His fingers are like tiny lightning bolts that send electrical shock waves through my most intimate areas.He covers my mouth as he pounds harder and faster. I ball fists on his sheets as I hold on for dear life, he removes his hand from my mouth and smashes his lips on mine.

I bite on his lower lip and try to suppress the moans from my mouth. A moment later, my body is shaking and I've lost all control of my body, he continues to finger me until all my juices are gushing out.He gives me one more kiss and let's go of me, he extracts his fingers from my pussy and licks them making sure there's nothing left, he tastes my juices. "Fuck..." he unconsciously says.He gets off me and walks away from the bed, leaving me stark naked and wondering what just happened. How can he leave me hanging like this when my body is yearning for his touch? Have I misread the mutual lust we've shared this weekend? I hear the water running as I try to calm the thoughts racing through my mind. He walks back, his bulge visible from where I'm lying, carrying a towel and a bottle of what looks like oil. He reaches the bed, gently flips me over, and places a pillow under my abdomen. With tender care, he drizzles oil on my back and begins a sensual massage, his skilled fingers kneading away the tension, his touch sending shivers down my spine. slow, deliberate, and intimate touch, focusing on gentle pressure, stroking, and caressing to awaken the senses, relaxing  every muscle, and further igniting passion. His hands move in circular motions, applying gentle pressure, easing the knots in my back, and releasing a wave of pleasure.

gently cupping my bums, he slightly lifts them as he repositions himself, he trails his finger gently down my core and his softly graces me, his thumb running circles on my clit once pleased with his art he gently turns me to face him.My throbbing clit and the desire in his eyes exposes our mutual pleasure and need for one another. Our eyes met with a smile and a little giggle in between that. he spreads his tongue against my swollen beating clitoris, he licks and sucks my taste and juices, and softly smacks my lips. With his groans hovering in the air above our heads. He places my clitoris into his mouth, and fills me with desire with his fingers and twisted tongue. Constantly keeping eye contact until the pleasure gets too much for me and I have to keep my eyes closed, both my hands hugging on his body and as my body twists, there is this expression on his face, one that I've never seen on him before.

I continue to stroke myself against his tongue, I keep riding his fingers and his mouth, sending waves of electricity all over my body with his groans pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm,He doesn't stop instead he does it with so much hunger, it causes me to scream that is how great it is. He continues and I scream and press his head harder on my clit as a wave after wave of orgasm hits me, he doesn't stop, he understands the assignment and he sucks all of my juices. He gets off his knees and he comes up to me to give me a kiss. I taste myself and I love it.

As we continue to kiss, his sexy body, his big muscles and sexy abs. Such a beautiful sight. I move my hands on his nude chest, rubbing it and caressing it. I kiss his chest and I lower his pants; he helps me  lower them and I brush his manhood, it is hard as a rock, I stroke it and it is so big, long and hard, i could feel the veins pulsating against my palms. He groans in my ear as I stroke it sensually. Turning my body towards him, I spread my legs and I slowly and nervously insert his penis into me. He slowly enters me, inserting his shaft deeply between my lips. I scream and arch my back, pulling him deeper and deeper into my soul.  I lean back, making sure that he is getting the perfect view and we are both receiving the ultimate pleasure. 

he continues to penetrate me, He pushing back and forth, faster and faster; he is making love to my mind, my body and my soul. Both our moans were in synch clearly feeling the pleasure. "Mbulazi...mmmm..." I dig my nails on his back and I clamp my legs around him and I hold on tightly to him.In and out, in and out...harder and faster, i've never known myself to be a squirter but amandla ezinsizwa awalingani as i loose control and it let it all out, he does not stop, slightly increasing his pace. The wet sounds of our sexes combining and being one are music to my ears. My body fails me and I moan out loudly releasing yet another orgasm and after calming down, he continues to fuck me until he cums.