Zamageda his heart

chapter 14

As I awaken to gentle kisses on my back, a spot I never knew was so sensitive, a dozen emotions swirl within me. The soft, warm breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine, stirring feelings of tender intimacy, vulnerability, and trust. The delicate touch ignites a slow-burning desire, melting my defences and leaving me pliable in his hands.I surrender to his gentle ministrations, allowing him to pleasure himself with my being, taking full control of my body. His dominance is exhilarating, and I'm content to let him have me, body and soul. The morning light dancing across our skin only adds to the enchantment.After our tender interlude, we move through our morning routine in comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

I've learned he's not a morning person, so I let him slowly come to life before I engage him in conversation. As I head to the kitchen, the sound of lively chatter and laughter greets me.His warm greeting, 'ndon'yam,' makes me blush as he lightly brushes my lips with a kiss. I respond with a playful 'mbulazi.' He introduces me to the young lady in the maid's uniform as 'Kamanzini, the woman of the house, mama umadlamini lona.' i smile and greet her though she greets me with a dismissive 'yebo' and a look of disdain, I simply smile and acknowledge her, confident in my place by his side uzojwayela because i'm not leaving this man.

As he drives me to work in his rugged Ford Ranger, I can't help but be captivated by how effortlessly hot he looks behind the wheel. The black clothes he's wearing accentuate his broad shoulders and chiseled features, making me weak in the knees. I'm overcome with a possessive desire to wrap myself around him, shielding him from the admiring glances of other women.His deep voice breaks the spell as he teases, 'Azokumithisa lawomehlo ongibuka ngawe, Zama' (Your eyes are going to get you pregnant,Zama). I laugh, making a mental note to pick up morning-after pills during my lunch break.As we arrive at my destination, he drops me off with a tender touch, leaving a lingering kiss on my lips and a few gentle perks on my forehead and bald head. The brief, intimate gesture sets my heart racing, and I watch as he drives away.

As I walk in, I'm surprised to see Lihle, still sporting her leg brace, chatting with Amanda. I thought she was supposed to be recovering! 'Didn't expect to see you here,' I exclaim, sweeping her into a bone-crushing hug and blowing a playful kiss at Amanda behind the desk.Lihle grins mischievously, 'You thought I'd miss out on fresh mjolo gossip? Never that, my sister!' She teases, hobbling along beside me as we head to the lift. As soon as we're alone, she pounces, asking about my newly flourishing love life. I offer only a tantalising hint, promising to spill the rest over drinks. Her eyes sparkle with excitement, and I know I'll have to dish out all the juicy details soon enough.

I dive into work, getting into the zone, and by lunch, I've made significant progress. I take a break to catch up with my mother, who's been fishing for information about my love life. I knew the picture with flowers would pique her interest! We chat, and I expertly dodge her prying questions, revealing just enough to keep her satisfied. I wrap up my work and head to a crime scene to collect evidence for lab analysis.As I arrive, I'm greeted by my colleague, who congratulates me with an awkwardly tight hug. 'Congratulations, Zama!' she exclaims, still crushing me. I'm taken aback when she asks to see my ring, and I'm confused by her behavior. 'What are you talking about?' I ask, still lost.'Your engagement!' she replies, as if it's obvious. I look at her expectantly, still perplexed. She shows me a video on her phone, and I realize what's happening. It's a clip from yesterday, showing Zipho's romantic gestures, and I'm mortified. 'You're trending!' she teases, and I ask her to send me the video, curious about what's been shared.As I watch it again, I'm relieved that the person recording was sitting behind Zipho, capturing only his back and my face. I'm grateful that my partner's identity remains private, for now. I'm not ready for the world to know about him yet.

After a long, exhausting day in the field and lab, I trudge back to my office to gather my belongings and head home. But as I search for my keys, I realise I didn't drive myself to work today. Panic sets in, knowing Zipho must be worried, and my phone's been off all day. I push aside the fear, reminding myself he's not my ex. As I exit the building, I spot Zipho's car parked where he dropped me off earlier. Relief washes over me, grateful I don't need to bother security. I tap on the window, and his calm eyes meet mine, followed by a hint of relief. He gets out, opens the door for me, and greets me with a gentle peck on the lips. 'Sawbona,' I whisper, trying to hide my nerves. He smiles, returns the greeting, and closes the door.As we drive off, he cups my face in a tender kiss, and I feel my tension melt away. His hands roam through my thighs as I fill him in on my day, teasing him about how my pants are getting in the way of his affection. He chuckles, and I bask in the comfort of his presence, grateful for this peaceful ending to a chaotic day.

We arrive at his house, and I'm surprised to find 'Madlamini' setting the table. 'I'll go freshen up,' I tell Zipho, noticing Madlamini's subtle scowl. Her disapproval is palpable, though we've just met, and I wonder what's behind her animosity.As I step out of my pants, Zipho walks in, and his eyes light up with a grin. He struts towards me, his confidence and desire evident. He cups my face in a lingering kiss, his hands roaming free over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The tension between us is electric, and I feel myself melting into his touch, his kisses leave me breathless, and I know I'm exactly where I want to be.

his arms tighten around my waist as he intensifies the kiss and lightly pushing me towards the wall, his lips on mine, my entire body writhing in pleasure , he places his hand on my neck deepening the kiss, he picks me balancing my legs on his waist and my weight on the wall, i can feel him unbuckle his pants with his free hand, i grind my waist along his length trying to angle the tip to my entrance but it keeps slipping past, i free one of my hands from his neck, grabbing his slippery shaft and sinking it inside me.

a soft moan escapes my mouth as i throw my head back feeling him stretch my walls, 'fuck' he groans against my lips bucking his hips between my thighs, i hold on to his head with my one hand tugging as his firm butt directing him further inside. he slips out of me me, leaving the tip in, before he plunges back in again 'zipho' i scream my nails clawing his back. the pleasant torture continues as he moves himself in and out of me giving me enough to have losing my senses and screaming his name, our moans and groans bounce around the room. i wind my waist to meet his strokes as he give me more of him, he slows his pace before lowering me down and bending me over.

he separates my cheeks with his hands, before pumping deeper inside me knocking the air out of my lungs, i can literally fell him shifting my organs, 'you're in too deep mbulazi' i cry feeling lightheaded and out of breath. ' you can take it mama' he grunts in response out of breath, i want to disagree but my waist keeps meeting his thrusts. an overpowering familiar feeling looms  over me, he spanks me a few times before sneaking his hand in front of me and massaging my throbbing  nub which sends me reeling losing my balance. 'i've got you' he whispers balancing my weight on his leg pounding even harder, 'yes,yes,yes' i cry in agreement to the pleasure washing over me, leaving me a trembling mess. he spreads me legs even further, like a budding flower quickening his pace , i feel my stomach clench and my bladder burning, his hands making it harder for me to fight this, i try remove myself from him but he holds me tighter, my toes curl at the sensation and body trembles further as the wave of pleasure ripples through me, my balance loosens but he doesn't let me go before emptying himself in me. he loosens his grip and pulling himself as his warmth trails out of me.

He chuckles at the sight before him, clearly proud of the mess he's made me into. I'm still trying to gather myself, unable to meet his gaze. He gently picks me up and walks me to the shower, helping me clean up while getting lost in his sultry kisses. But for now, that's as far as I can go. 'Ngeke ngiphike nomuntu ongidlele i Viagra,'and he lets me do my night routine.After the shower, I walk into him with a mop and bucket, laughing at his efforts to clean the mess that wouldn't have happened if he'd just lasted two minutes like a normal person. I find my lounge wear on the bed and slip into it, thinking, 'He really is a good man, Savanna.'Once we're both decent, we head downstairs for dinner. Madlamini quickly composes herself when she sees him approaching behind me. We eat in light chatter and i  help her tidy up afterward. But just as we're finishing, she spits out, 'The least you can do is close the door when you throw yourself at him,' her voice laced with venom.