A Silent Lover

22. TaekWoon

Light floods into the room through the bedroom's window to shine on me and even though I'd like to sleep longer, I force my eyes to open when the sun's rays seep beneath my closed lids. A warm body lies next to mine, a curly headed mass whose face is pressed hard into a pillow.
The familiar sight is calming and exciting in alternate turns as the moments pass while I stare at her.

I can't stop the warm feelings that well inside me from seeing Imani; I've never had anyone who made me feel what I felt when I was with her. I get up from the bed, doing my best not to wake up my sleeping beauty, feeling slightly guilty that my wants had kept her up much later than was healthy. I smile again, unable to stop thinking about what we did all last night and then again early this morning, and I feel my body start to react to my thoughts.

But bathroom needs take precedence over sex and I hurriedly take care of my business. After taking a scorching shower, I smooth away the condensation that's accumulated on the mirror above the sink and inspect my face for changes. I've been a virgin for so long that I almost expected that there would be a noticeable difference in my face, like everyone would be able to see a noticeable change that confessed to the world what I had done to my wife.

But I still look the same with my slightly chubby cheeks, high cheekbones, small mouth and the inky black of my hair beginning to fall slightly into my eyes. My hair grows so fast and already the natural black of my hair has begun to spring up at the roots, making the dark brown stand out in comparison. The look isn't half bad, but I think I'll dye it black fully for our comeback and continue to let it grow. I always feel more comfortable with my hair covering my face.

And even more than my comfort, it seems Imani likes my hair long; she'd pulled on it often enough last night. She'd done a lot of things to me in the throes of her passion and I examined the slight pink lines that ran across my back, evidence of her nails scratching me while she'd screamed my name.

I smirked at my image in the mirror, feeling satisfied that I had pleased my lover so well that she had acted so out of her usual calm character. And like an addict, I wanted to do it to her again and again. There was a gnawing urgency I had felt for her, the moments I spent in her arms were like oxygen to a drowning man. The need to possess her was an ache that I couldn't fulfil, but one that I was determined to ease as often as possible.

Two hours had passed since I'd first woken Imani and as I slid back into bed, I reached for her again, loving the feeling of her rubbing her face against my chest. She valiantly fought against waking up, but my soft kisses to her cheeks and lips finally forced her eyes open.

"It's too early," she grumbled as she tried to burrow her way into my arms. "Haven't you had enough yet?" She asked in a raspy voice, the sound of it turning me on.

"Even if you're already in my embrace, I want you endlessly," I whisper to her, meaning every word. "Imani, I'll be leaving for Japan soon. I won't have any more free days after this week. Can you make some time for me?"

"I don't think I want you to go," she tells me as her small fingers trace the veins in my hands. The light touch tickles me but I don't want her to stop.

"I know but the comeback is happening with or without me. I can't back out now," I tell her regretfully. And privately I'm sincerely disappointed that I have to be gone for a whole month. After sharing something so beautiful, so earth shattering with Imani, I can barely even imagine not seeing her for so long.

"I know that too," she says with a deep sigh. "I think the school can survive without me for a day; how about I ditch and we spend the day together?"

I smile, feeling happy again at her simple words. Squeezing her close one last time, I get up from the bed and press the covers tightly around Imani.