RULE NO.25

23.Euphoria...Or Not

As soon as Ray slams into me, I lose all rational thought, I am caught between a state of unending bliss and pleasurable pain. His size is uncomfortable at first but as he deepens his strokes, I know he is exactly where I want him, giving me exactly what I want.

I grab unto him, scouring his back with my nails, whimpering and thrashing my head, arching my back as he continues to slam into me with unrelenting force. Is this what passion feels like? I am sure the sheets are on fire but we are both too caught up to feel it. There could be an earthquake and we wouldn't even notice. It was destined to happen, nothing could have stopped it.

Just when I feel like it can't get any better, I feel his release rush into me in hot spurts and it draws out one last orgasm for me before all goes black.

I come to–to the feeling of Ray running circles on my hips. I am a bit disoriented at first until I start to get flashes of what we did. I turn around with a start when his hand goes higher up my thigh, and find him looking down at me with an intensity that scares me. It's not the typical "look". This is a look that studies, a look that reads your soul, and my soul is one of the things I do not want Ray acquainted with because it is surely damned. He surprises me by running a finger against my cheek and leaning in to place a kiss on my forehead.

I have heard a lot of women talk about the awkwardness that sets in after this level intimacy which results in many faking yawns and others leaving as soon as the deed is done, but at this moment I feel calm, I want to remain here for as long as he will have me. We are both in the nude but it's the most comfortable I have been with another human. He makes me feel worth it.

"You passed out" He says, grinning widely.

"Nope, I slept off" I reply, yawning widely.

He arches a brow as if to say you can't tell me my work wasn't good, I roll my eyes in response. Men! Always beating their chests when it involves sex, even when it's crap. Thankfully, with Ray it was magnificent. I sigh as I remember the way he touched me, he just chuckles as he draws me closer to him and says;

"I know"

I want to palm my face but resist the urge, now I have given him one more thing to gloat about.

Control yourself woman! Do not be weak willed! ; cried my inner feminist. 

I leave the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up and before long Ray joins me and things get heated again as they always do when we find ourselves behind closed doors. When we finish "bathing", I realise I am famished and tell Ray so, surprisingly he grins, as opposed to his usual response.

Something is fishy.

He takes my hand and leads me to the work table in the room and right there beside his laptop are a set of bags, I did not need to open them to know they contained food, although the outline of the plastic containers were dead giveaways. I opened the bags and my jaw almost dropped. How did he know?

I turn around to stare at him with my mouth still open and an expression of shock still plastered on my face, then I jump straight into his arms and pepper his face with light kisses as he chuckles and spins me around.

I giggle as he turns around with me still in his arms before dropping me gently. We stare at each other silently, communicating with unspoken words then he breaks the spell by ushering me back to the table with an arm around my waste and forces me to sit before opening the plastic containers. My excitement builds again as I watch him, I am still left wondering how he knew to get me exactly this, I had never told him about my favorite food and it is not something that could be wildly guessed.

" How did you know?" I asked, as he arranged the containers in front of me.

"Grace told me, she called when you were asleep" He replied, smiling slyly.

I should have known, only Grace could have told him. Oh well, it worked well in my favor, now I am having my favorite food with my favorite man, with my only man.

" She said goat meat sauce and white rice is the only food that can make you rise from your deathbed" he continued, chuckling lightly.

As he opened the container, my face fell.

"What is wrong babe?" He asks as soon as he notices.

"It is cold" I reply in a small voice, pouting like a baby.

He laughs with his head thrown back, then heads to his closet. He comes out dressed in PJ bottoms and throws a shirt at me. I put it on while he packs up the food and we head for the kitchen to microwave it.

When it's ready, I dig into it with gusto. It feels like I haven't eaten in decades, he tries to put a spoon into my plate, I look up at him with a deep frown and a mouth filled with rice. He must have gotten the message as he backs up with his hand raised.

"Go get your own" I tell him on a mouthful. He just laughs and heads to the fridge and comes out with a bowl of vegetable soup. He microwaves it and seats in front of me on the dining table to eat it with a plate of rice.

We eat in comfortable silence, then his phone rings, he picks up on the third ring and puts the phone to his ear and says;

"Yes, this is he. This is Raymond Jagamolu".

And just like that, my heart stops, I do not even realize that I have stopped breathing until I start to choke on my food and Ray ends the call to thump my back.

Oh my God, I am so screwed!