Vince opened his mouth wide enough to swallow the whole of me if he could. I was already in my ecstasy while Vince was still thinking about his wife at home. Some things did amaze me about relationships and marriages, like how the hell do I need someone, they're not around and I have someone who can fix that at my disposal? I felt like that was too much for me to handle. There's no way that you can love and have freedom at the same time, in a marriage or a relationship I feel like freedom is just an illusion.
I kissed Vince and like nature had it's eyes on me, he grabbed my tits and slowly rolled my nipples. He was a good kisser and as a woman I felt jealous and with time I was kind of sure I'd become possessive. From my childhood, whatever I touched had to become mine either legally or illegally.
I rounded my butt slowly and gently Vince's tongue was on my tits and his hands grabbing my butt. I loved the move and moaning softly was all I had left. My eyes rooted at the ceiling waiting for an angel maybe. He turned me over and pushed me at the edge of the couch. I really loved the position so to favor him, I wrapped up my legs around his waist. He was sliding inside me like he had me by himself and like we always did that.
I stared at his veins bulging from his face and remembered how he had tried to pretend how he didn't want to cheat on his wife. He pretended to be the biblical Joseph who maybe just existed that particular time or he definitely had something wrong with him.
I just wanted to feel him shoot his load inside me. He became super hard and his body stiffened. He was ready to withdraw but I tightened the grip.
“Just do it Vince. It's okay. ” I whispered.
“But Vivian... ”
“No buts Vince. F*ck harder. ” I muttered and that motivated him to screw me and he lost control. He shot his load inside me and let a moan. I always loved it when a man just moaned on after climaxing. Sometimes the face they made would make me smile.
“Will your wife know we screwed? ” I asked mockingly.
“Who knows and maybe witchcraft exists in her society? ”
“Then let the witches tell her I'm yet to screw you again in my bed now. ” I whispered right in his ear.
“I've no answer for that. Your wish is my command. ” he answered.
He knew better than arguing about that and the could not win unless he was my boss. Necessity and circumstances had forced him to stoop so low. Simple psychology, if you want something from someone, just have what they desire. Vince rolled over and I comfortably laid over his chest. I made sure I was caressing his chest and rolling his small nipples, do I call them pimples or something? But hyperbole is still worth it. He smiled and I knew the feeling he had and I lowered my hand to his d*ck and caressed him though he was still flaccid.
I knelt on the floor mat and got the whole of Vince's d*ck in my mouth. Sucking a flaccid d*ck sent me to a cloud beyond nine, let me assume it was around cloud eighteen or nineteen. I can't even explain the exact feeling since it's a complex one. Leave that alone and talk about that moment when he was slowly hardening, Oh! Like I lost my breath and closed my eyes and worked on his tip and I was sure he was also past earth maybe approaching Uranus or closer to Satan.
He became hard and to my surprise, he lifted me up like I was just a teenager with approximately fifty kilograms or even less. I really loved the moment and in return, he received a kiss from my always willing lips. Earlier, I underestimated Vince but if I were an electrician, I'd call him a transformer not even a live wire. He knew how to handle me like a woman, that moment made me feel like a woman and even though my mind exaggerated some feelings that was true.
In my room, he laid me on my bed closer to the edge and knelt on the floor. He patted my legs and I gave in to the fire. He passed his tongue over my c*nt from bottom to top then top to bottom in that sequence before even getting to my cl!t. He had the art in his genes or maybe several years of experience. A learner could not suck with such expertise even understand influence of anything.
He made me crunch and he made it even faster than I expected. I couldn't control myself and for the first time in a long while Vince made me squirt, I felt like apologising for my mess since I splashed everything on his face.
“Perfect! ” I exclaimed.
“Not sure what you're worth. You need more than that. ” he said the smile sheepishly as usual.
“You should be thanking me for appreciating you then give compliments. ”
“OK. Thank you. ” he said already taking his position between my legs.
He slowly rubbed his d*ck over my c*nt and I couldn't hold the feeling anymore.
“Stop punishing me Vince. Please .” I said.
I could not believe I was already begging him. He felt like a hero maybe and he teased me even more and made me need him to the extent of turning wild.
He got inside me then withdrew and continued rubbing his d*ck over my c*nt again while his other hand was working on my left nipple. If the sequence was prolonged, I'd climax again and it would be a shame.
“Vince will you stop that and give me what I need. ”
“Slow but sure Vivian. ” he said.
“F*ck that! Be quick and talk about that after we're done. Please. ” I said the name again. I really detested begging anyone for anything but Vince pushed me to the limits.
How he pumped made me wish he took really long inside me. He was just slow but hitting all the pleasure spots perfectly until I could not avoid calling his name from time to time. It was not like I w
as his boss, after all we are all equals in bed and expertise matters. I was surprised to see him kiss me and in return I wrapped my arms around his neck and though missionary position was old, he really made it the best to me. He twisted his waist meticulously and everything bang was magical.
He finally came and dropped next to me. I couldn't stop smiling staring at his innocent face. No one would have thought he'd leave my c*nt sore. I passed my fingers over it and I was surely sore, that's exactly what I wanted.
We both passed out holding each other tight and his chest felt better than my pillows. All I had were dreams of Vince and I, surprisingly there was that stupid dream of having a future together. It wasn't a bad dream though, sharing is caring but I'd have wished I had him all by. myself.
The following day I woke up before him and as usual I made to my washroom. After the simple biology, I made back to bed and saw Vince's phone beep.
“A call from his wife? No way no!” I stared at his innocent face, bare chest and nicely cut abs and jealousy consumed me.
“Goddammit! I'm not sharing this jewel with anyone! Not after tasting what he's made of. ” I thought out loud.
Like any other typical African mother, my mom had taught me how to confirm whether someone is asleep. Passing my hand twice over their face, sounds funny but it did work. He was still asleep yet he had work to do. I did understand that feeling of “I already made it to the goldmine” he was confident I couldn't fire him after the night. I took the phone and didn't alert him then made to the kitchen.
