Noma and Kea

CHAPTER 65

He has this smile on his face that just won't go away as he drives us home.
“You seem very happy,” I say, hoping he will share his amusement.
“I am. This was a great night. Maybe we should do this going out thing more often,” he says. That's unexpected, “With the media and all?”
“I don't care about those, all they're going to ask is where I bought my clothes. I just love the idea of having you in my arm, it makes me feel powerful, sometimes” he says.
Oh wow. I'm a trophy. I'd show him that I'm offended but it will be a hard exercise making him see why, so I'll leave it.
“So you like parading me around?”
“Yes, especially when you look this beautiful,” he says leaning over to kiss me. Suddenly I find his chauvinism very sexy.
“I see,” I say as I run my hand up his thigh and push it further in between his thighs. He isn't wearing a belt so I easily undo the zip. He has a shocked look but with a wide smile on his face. “I'm driving Mrs Mahlatji,” he says.
“So what?” I whisper as I push my hand further into his underwear. He starts moaning. Like, seriously, I haven't done anything to him yet.
“Should I stop?” I say kissing his neck. He moans again. He puts his hand over mine.
"This is dangerous," he says.
Rich coming from a man who lives on the edge, "Tell me to stop," I whisper. I know he won't, not when his balls are in my hand. I'm about to get real ratchet right now. I slide down, kiss him all the way to his belly, down to his manhood. He has difficulty holding the steering with my head resting on his thighs. But I'm not letting him off. His left hand is over my head, I know by the way he is moaning that he won't last very long. I feel the car losing some balance and almost skidding off the road. He let's go, inside my mouth, I swallow. I get up, wipe my lips and sit up straight. Whoah! I didn't realize we had parked on the side of the road. I notice his knees are shaking.

His forehead rested on the steering wheel and he is breathing fast. I sit quietly watching him. Seemingly more composed now, he raises his head, looks at me, smiles, shakes his head and starts the car. I'm satisfied with myself. Once in a while you have to remind them that you own their body. He's been holding on to my hand the whole trip, he keeps looking at me and smiling. He's like a teenage boy who's just lost his virginity. The whole house is dark so I assume my mother is already sleeping. I hope the vibrations in the underground parking doesn’t wake her. It's been a long and interesting night and right now I just want to jump in bed.
"I want to get out of these high heels," I say as I open the car door. But I feel him grabbing my waist from behind and pulling the door closed. I get the feeling he wants to climb on top of me but he is too tall, so he pulls me to sit on top of him, he's still on the driver's seat. I feel my dress ripping as he pulls it up my thighs. I thought he was done and satisfied, and that was just 10 minutes ago. He has spread my legs and pushed himself inside me before I know it. It's my turn to moan now, and gyrate. My back is turned against the dashboard and windscreen. He is holding me by the waist and occasionally moves to clench on my buttocks. I try too hard not to scream but I let out a wail now and again. I’m moving back and forth, his knees shake a bit, and I’m also nearly there. He holds me tighter as I move faster. He releases another deep grunt, telling me he’s finished. I respond with a final wail. He presses his forehead, on mine, last time we had car sex my father caught us…
"Shit!" he screams and lets go of my waist.
I open my eyes. There's light. I turn around and there, my mom standing at the entrance connecting the garage and the stairs going, frozen. I freeze too. She turns around and just disappears.
"Shit!" he says again. I'm still sitting on top of him. Even my brain is frozen with my body. How can so much stuff happen in just one night? It's hard to even remember what I did this morning with all that has happened.
"I'm not going in that house," he says.
That's right, I'm not going in there neither, "Do you think she saw it?" I say. He looks at me with that don't be stupid look.
"How am I even going to look at her?" I ask.
"She's going to hate me from now on," he says. The light on the stairs are still on so she could still be up there, just waiting. Imagine two grown people stuck in the car too scared to go in the house, because they were caught having sex. We are married. This is our house. We have kids so obviously everybody knows we have sex. So why are we sitting here like little rats? It's the fear our elders have been installing in us for generations and generations. Okay, let me stop trying to be deep, I've just subjected my mother to live porn. We've been sitting here for over 15 minutes. He looks really freaked out. I want to laugh at this, it is so unlike him to be scared of anything.