SHALLOW DEPTHS

Chapter 10

       It had been three days since the drama, I had spent the night in a hotel, then moved in with Cyril the following day. I still thought about Richard, the flowers and the ring. Was he going to propose to me? Was he ready for such a journey, was Cyril ever going to travel down that path, was I winning or losing? I thought to myself.

     I always believed Richard was a brute, yes he had his moments, but he changed, became selfish, arrogant and possessive. Yet three nights ago, he was different, his temper was in check, regardless of what went down, he was coordinated, and his bold step, getting a ring to actually propose to me, that was something. I turned to look at Cyril, he was still fast asleep, light from cracks in the curtain set on his face.

          He looked like a dream.

   I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. It was 9:45am, I should be at work, but Cyril had asked me to take a two weeks break from it, and honestly, I needed it. I put some frozen pork in the microwave and tossed a few packs of noodles on the counter, I turned on my favorite jam by BurnaBoy and set fire to a reefer.

    ''You are a sight for sore eyes'', I heard him behind me.

   ''Good Morning'', I smiled sheepishly, passing the blunt to him and directing my eyes away from the huge bulge in his pants. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up that monster, I was hungry, and my clit still felt sore from last night's ramming. There were dried stains on his face, and I knew they must have come from last night's session. He made me sit on his face and leave a trail like a snail.

     ''You are such a heart'' he said coolly, winking at me. I could tell from the expression on his face, he wanted to roll me in rizzla and set me on fire, the type of vibe Cyril emitted would leave any woman turnt. He was the only drug I wanted to do.

    ''Ever been to Seychelles? Am thinking we go next week'' . The way he rolled his eyes whenever he was talking, beautiful. He was rolling another joint, and the way he licked the smooth brown paper brought me close to moist. I was fighting the urge to make love to him, his charms laid waste to my defenses.

     He was talking about getting plane tickets and flying to another country, I was fantasizing about going full Kamasutra on him.

     ''Oh, Seychelles, what's the occasion?'' I returned, trying not to sound too impressed. He was walking towards, way too much passion in his eyes, he couldn't hold it anymore, he wanted me. His lips sought mine, I gasped at the intensity, so sweet, so powerful, and I gave myself over to the full pleasure of his embrace. Delight coursed through me, and I clung to him, thrilling at the bulge in his pants. His hands sought my breasts, I felt weak in both knees, he raised one leg and placed it around his waist, he moved so enticingly, his caress left me breathless as his fingers found their way down my panties and up my wet hollow.

     Deep in me, I leaned to turn off the microwave and grab a bottled water. I was gonna need it, one round wasn't going to be enough, he had to go twice.

         He lifted one hand to frame my face as he gazed down at me.

   ''So, Seychelles. Shall we?'' he groaned, sliding in and out in steady strokes.

   ''Yea, lets shall. Oh fuck!'' I moaned, his dark knight had just struck again, he was pulling me closer, and tugging on my nipples. I couldn't see Heaven being better than his touch.

     ''What do you think about kids?'' I heard myself say.