SHALLOW DEPTHS

Chapter 8

    The rest of the week was full of bliss, with the promotion, work was less stressful. The office makeover was superb, as electronics and stationaries of the finest qualities were in place, the best of software's installed.

Cyril was quite the charmer, as we graced occasions and made appearances at grand events together. We had dinner at a five-star restaurant, where a meal cost as much as 45000. I called it show-off, he called it a date. He sat across the table, stealing glances, flirting with my fingers, and looking for the slightest excuse to call me beautiful. He laid waste to my home training, as we made love in the back seat of his black Chevrolet Camaro every evening he dropped me off. Rumors of our adventure in the board room had spread like wildfire among the workers, earning me the nickname '' Squeal''.

I heaved a sigh of relief, as I dropped the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. It was a Saturday evening, and Cyril had insisted on coming over after I told him Richard was out of town. Richard, it had been four days since I called him, three days since I thought of him. I wondered if he thought of me, I wondered if he missed me. I wondered if he was going to come back, I wondered if I wanted him to.

''Well he'll be fine'', I thought to myself, taking down a portrait of him and placing it behind the curtain. Tonight was about Cyril, and I was going to cook him one hell of a meal, see a classic movie with him, and get high on one of his marijuana strains while he makes love to me in the shower. Tonight felt destined, and I was going to seize every moment of it.

I took the pot of soup off the stove and turned down the flames, it was Richard's favorite, Egusi, I must have made it a thousand times, and it was my reflex soup.

I heard his car pull up in front and I ran to the window. There he was, tall fine chocolate mess, his hair, a fine trim, his leather bomber jacket complimented his eyes. He had a bottle of his favorite wine in one hand, some DVD's in the other, and his boot was Hermes. I waved at him, and he walked towards the apartment.

''Hey beautiful'', he greeted, walking in with style and grace. He smelt like scotch and cinnamon, and I was turned on by the way he held me.

''What took you so long?'' I asked shyly, getting on my toes and pulling on his collar to kiss him. He shoved a bit of my hair to the side, he nibbled on my neck, and even though he whispered absolutely nothing in my ear, it made the imagination in my head an unholy ground for passion, lust and fantasy.

''Slow down, Romeo, we got time'', I giggled, reaching for the DVD's.

''You wanna eat?''

''Eat what?'' he asked, licking his lower lip and staring at mine.

''Food, I meant food'' I said coolly, staring back at his lips, his eyes, his being.

''Can we get high first? He grinned, pulling a bag of marijuana from his jacket pocket. He had this fiery look on his face, and I knew things were about to get lit.

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I was on my second wrap, he was rolling his sixth. Smoking blunts was a daily routine for him. It was still new to me, it heightened my senses and made me giggle like a fool, it put thoughts in my head and made me crave romance. He exchanged mine with his, his eyes were smaller and it looked sexy, our conversation was slow and lingering, he reached for the bottle of wine, and slightly brushed my breasts in the process. I felt my nipples harden, and my mouth was dry.

''Wine? He asked, I had totally forgotten about the food, I had totally forgotten about the movie. I was still, I felt my heart race, I felt his gaze hard upon me, then I felt it, warm and relieving, trickling down my legs in a ticklish fashion. I had peed on myself.

''Oh my God, did you just pee? He laughed, staggering to his feet.

I was dimly aware of my situation, as he struggled to help me up.

''Ziggy, where is the bathroom, you need to clean up''.

I managed to the bathroom and stood still, waiting for my brain to direct me, why did this have to happen, I wondered what he thought of me, I wondered if the night was ruined.

''You OK?'' he hollered, staggering towards the bathroom, blunt in hand. God! Was he fine.

'' I, I... I need a minute'' I whispered, shaking with desire for him, for his warmth, for his touch, for the way he made me feel so alive. I licked my dry lips. '' Wait, you can come in.''

''I was going to'', he said calmly.

And lifting my chin, he kissed me.

His lips were soft and sweet, the fragrance of his after-shave drenched my senses, and I was lost, lost in him. He pushed my back against the wall and kissed me again, more forcefully. Teasing me. Taking. Demanding. Seducing...

He guided a hand from my breast down my panties, every part of my body yearning for him as he slipped a finger up my already slippery entrance. There was a more passionate reaction to his touch, it was like my hormones were slaves to his essence. He laid waste to my memories of Richard, the only thing that made sense was the caress of his hands, the enormous bulge in his pants that pressed against my thighs, and the effect the marijuana had on both of us.

What he wanted, he took.

The whisper of his breath against my neck caused prickles to spread up and down my body, he kicked his boot off, and I slipped out of my gown, he grabbed and lifted me up by my butt.

''Don't stop'', I whispered, stretching a trembling hand to stroke him. His grip on my butt was strong and firm, a finger pushing the base of my panties up the hollow part of my slit, another threatening to rip my butt hole apart.

''I want you inside me'', I moaned, directing his mouth to my breast.

He moved my soaked panties to the side and placed my back against the wall. I felt him struggle to unzip his pants, he spat on his palm and rubbed it in my throbbing slit, he stared deep into my eyes and slowly lowered me on his hard shaft. I wrapped my legs tight around him and curled my toes as he lifted and lowered me over and over in a steady motion. I could tell the pleasure was intense for him, as he struggled to choke back groans, his breathing was fast and unsteady and it drove me wild with desire.

''Z Zi....Ziggy, Oh God!'', he groaned. We were lost in the moment, he lifted me and lowered me, only this time, he penetrated the wrong hole. I shrieked, but he stifled my gasp with a fierce kiss, seducing the pain away until I melted back in his arms. I had never had it this good, I thought to myself. My full breasts bounced softly as he thrust on and on, moving with agonizing tenderness.

I heard his intake of breath, felt the building tension of his body, felt my body quiver, and felt my feet shake. He moaned out loud and I hugged him tight, plunging my nails deep in his flesh with a sharp cry that never seemed to end. At that, he lost all control, thrusting deeper inside before his world exploded in a burst of light.

When he finally put me down, he had a confused look on his face, his lips were parted and his eyes were fixed like he had seen a ghost.

''Ziggy''

His voice was shaky, his hands were trembling as he held me and spun me around.

''Richard?''