Chapter 13 3

Skip #1 and #2 and move on straight to #3 - Sex is a craving! Sate yourself and enjoy the rest of the game!

SEGUN

Sorry, what?!

I scramble out of the chair so fast and trip on my two feet, landing in an ungracious heap on the floor, yes you guessed it - right at her feet.

I feel like the fool that I am as I pick all of my 6'3 self up and back away from her like she's just contacted the most dangerous disease in the world.

Why would she put it so blandly?

Yes, I want to with her but a little bit of grace won't hurt.

I feel emotionally wounded.

I know, I know, I'm a fine one to talk, yea. I sleep with girls for the fun of it - sue me!

Still, 'let's have sex,' being thrown at me makes me feel... dirty, somewhat!

I hear her approach and I turn round to look at her - big mistake!

Iridescent.

Shimmery.

Wavy.

Flowing.

These are the adjectives I'd use to describe what she has on.

She's all covered up, yet she still manages to look sensuous.

How she does it, don't know, don't care, I just wanna stare.

Coming close, she places a hand on my shoulder and her dizzying smell surrounds me, enveloping us in another world where it's just the two of us.

Anticipation makes my heart pump out more blood, the force of it leaving me weak and restless.

She slides her hands up the shimmery material of her long dress and I follow the movement with my eyes.

"I... what are you doing?" I ask nervously. I just might get a heart attack if she continues this way.

She doesn't reply me. She lets the material slide down, but not before I catch a peek of something red and strappy wrapped around her laps.

OMG!

I don't know what it is but it looks good. My mouth drops open. I can't help it. I haven't seen anything this sexy since...

She see's me staring, gaping more like, and the smile slides off her face faster than a rocket launch.

Shaking her head, she turns round and says the next words that almost spike my blood pressure through the roof.

"I better go. I don't know what propelled me into coming here, like this. Clearly you don't want me." She shrugs and makes to walk away.

I see her slipping away and suddenly, I remember everything...

The bet.

My lust.

Her body.

Her very luscious body... Whew!

With super speed - the kind that'd wow even superman, I catch up to her, making sure to stand in front of her, blocking her from leaving.

I don't touch her... yet!

I remember she doesn't like being held against her will. So I smack on my smile, the panty - dropping one.

"Princess... please don't go." I flutter my lashes at her - I've been told they're long.

I remember some random, loony girl commented on how cute they look. I woke up one morning and she was trying to pry them from my eyes - seriously?

That obviously didn't end very well.

Eve lets out a laugh, the kind that makes you feel stupid.

I do feel kinda stupid now, wrong move with the lashes, but hey... a guy's gotta try.

"You look ridiculous. Is that supposed to make me change my mind?"

She's waiting for an answer, a smile playing on her luscious lips. Looks like she wants me to talk her into staying.

Oh Eve princess, I want you to stay more than you can even imagine.

"Please... stay. I really, absolutely, would be delighted if you could spare me some of your precious time. I'd like us to connect on so many levels." I finish, staring deep into her eyes.

Eureka!

It does the trick. I've snagged her attention. Her eyes widen and she stares back at me, like she's seeing me for the first time.

Time to wrap things up!

I move close to her and take her hands gently in mine. I've got her full attention now.

Then something annoying takes place - my stomach growls... in hunger, and I remember I haven't eaten anything, unless you count the hennessy I drank.

She smiles sweetly, compassion filling her eyes.

"You're hungry? Do you have some food in the house?" She asks this, all the while looking around, until her eyes fall on the dining table set for two.

Her eyes widen and I move closer, laying it on thick.

"I made brunch for us, but it must be cold now, so... pizza, maybe?"

She doesn't reply, just smiles and moves back fully into the sitting room.

And that's the way I like it, princess - Nice and docile, just for me.

I order pizza and when it comes, we sit on the floor in front of the t.v, eating and watching a rerun of Big brother Nigeria.

I watch her as she watches t.v. She laughs, pointing out everyone's idiosyncracy.

With eyes crinkled up at the corner, her smile is as bright as a 100 watts florescent bulb.

Her caramel skin flushes a bit when she finds me staring at her and she averts her face.

Are you shy, princess?

I find it a bid odd, that someone who some minutes ago boldly proclaimed we should have sex, suddenly starts acting shy, or am I misreading the signs here?

I train my gaze on the t.v, but steal little glances at her intermittently.

This big brother crap is driving me round the bend, can't take it anymore. As I bend to pick up the remote control, right when one of the contestants is verbally tearing into another, Eve does so at the same time and we lock eyes.

Ladies and gents, this is a zee world moment - that moment when the two protagonists stare at each other for an amount of time and everything comes to a grinding halt, even time stands still.

One time, a girl came over to my place and we were actually going at it, when she suddenly stopped, checked the time, unlatched herself from me, switched the t.v on, sat down in front of it, and tuned to zee world.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!

She forced me to watch two shitty protagonists staring at each other for almost a minute - I know, 'cause I timed them, very impatiently too.

Fortunately, that shit doesn't happen in real life.

I snap my gaze away from Eve 'cause I don't want to make a real life rerun of Abhi and Pragya in what's the name of the show again... no, I don't really care.

The remote control clatters to the floor and we both reach for it at the same time, yet again!

Her fingers graze mine, and just like that - I'm wound up.

I act cool because it's not the first time I'll be touched by a woman, but I'm definitely feeling anything but cool.

Who would have thought - that with a single touch I'd go into overdrive?

My fingers must have lots of nerve endings, that's the most obvious reason, 'cause how can I even be turned on by the touch of her hand on my fingers.

Strange!

She picks up the remote control and in the process of putting it back on the table, her hand scrapes against my zipper then instantly skitters away.

In held breath...

Her hand comes back but falls a step away from my zipper, then skitters away again.

I feel myself hardening up real fast.

She does this two more times and just when I'm about to go crazy, her hands disappear from my body all together.

Kill me already...

At this point, I'm already sweating, even with the air conditioning on. This is an internal heat - the type that can only be cured by her hands on me.

I know I can't take much more.

I don't want to scare her, so I take permission like a good boy that I'm not, before I lay a finger on her - more like my whole body on her.

"Can I touch you?"

"How much do you want to?" She fires right back instantly.

I'm nonplused.

What is this? A game of question for question?

I shake my head and jerk it towards the front of my jeans. She follows the movement of my eyes and they go wide.

Surprised?! Are you playing the v - card now, princess?

I recognise the play of emotions; there's wariness, uncertainty and fear. They flash across her face, lightening fast, but she immediately schools her features into some semblance of neutrality.

The change is fast, but not so fast that I don't notice.

She looks at me, a coquettish smile on her face.

I do something very unorthodox - I tell her I want her, which is strange, because 'The king' has never asked any female for permission, they throw themselves at me instead.

Fuck this!

Before she can reply, I carry her off from the chair, stumbling a bit in the process, but she wraps her legs around me, so comfortably, as if we do this everyday.

It's exactly like I'd always imagined --- perfect fit!

She buries her head in the crook of my neck and oh - her tongue, her tongue is doing some indescribable things to my neck.

My nether region responds happily.

The bedroom door suddenly seems too far away, so I cut away from it's opening and propel us backwards, towards the dining table where I place her on the edge of it.

With one hand, I sweep the plates unto the floor, ignoring the shattering noise as they smash unto the ground.

Matter of fact, we both ignore it as she latches unto my neck again, and begins raining little kisses there. I lay her back unto the table and in a frenzy, pull up her dress --- I can't get it off fast enough.

Damn... raised to infinity...

Her body is a work of art!

She's got some sadomasochism shit going on with all the hooks and straps attached to her hips and laps. I half expect her to brandish a whip and lash me with it.

And the colour --- the colour is an amazing shade of scarlet red. I slide my eyes up and down her body and stop when I see her brown nipples peeking out from it's netty sheath. They're already so aroused and so hauntingly beautiful.

She nervously works her fingers in her hair.

It's a curly kinky mess --- you know; the sexy - just - rolled - out - of - bed kind of mess.

Her eyes are glazed and feverish looking, her pink lips are more swollen than normal and we haven't even started kissing yet.

Oh man!

Her body is pulsing and wriggling underneath all that garb she's wearing.

Her hips. . . damn!!!

I take a step back and stare at her some more.

Fuck Eve! You're beautiful!

For the record. . . I can stare at her body for thirty minutes straight and it still won't be enough.

She see's me staring and stops her machinations, her fingers stilling on my zipper.

Zip it down princess, what's the hold up for?

I glance at her body again. Why wear all these when she knows I'm going to tear it all off?

I'm ready to get lost in her body --- inside of her.

Something tells me I might not be able to let go once this is over and done with.

It doesn't matter, there's no going back right now.

It's too late.

I'm in too deep.

Not because of a bet.

I'm doing this for me!

EVE

That moment when you question what you're doing. You ask yourself if it's worth it all.

...the planning, the time, the energy.

A tiny part of my brain tells me he's worth it - just a teeny eensy - weensy bit.

It tells me he's worth all the attention...

... He's worth giving my body to.

But is he capable of love?

Better still, can I let myself be truly loved the way I deserve to be?

Love - what is it?

That wierd feeling - that strange emotion that makes you feel like you're floating on a cloud. . .

Like you're invisible..

Like you can suddenly solve world hunger. . .

Or like you've gotten the cure for cancer . . .

Or like someone's got your back.

And even if anything bad happens to you, he'll always be there.

Like everything will forever be A - okay!

Yes, but is it even worth it? Is 'this' all worth it?

And then I feel the pull, the tug of my flesh as his hands work my body, trailing their way to my already hard nipples, rolling and tweaking them until they're rock hard. His hands slip down to my navel, leaving fiery tingles in their wake.

They stall at my navel, tickling me, leaving me with a sense of urgency. I moan instinctively, urging him on silently, yet his hands don't move. I feel his hesitancy, like he's waiting for my permission to proceed. I say nothing - do nothing. The wait is killing me, and then his hands begin to move again, lower, until he grazes my sensitive nub.

I arch my back and moan into the air. This is cut off when his mouth finds mine, licking and lapping at my tongue expertly. Gosh, his mouth is magic, I've never understood how I can feel so much from a single kiss - the kind only he delivers.

I feel the absence of his lips on mine, when he bends low to taste my wet spot. The feelings it elicits is like no other. My whole body almost bursts with delicious excitement, yet he's unrelenting.

He finds my weak spot as I moan over and over again into the air, wrapping my hands round his head and anchoring his head in between my legs. He teases me so expertly, until I loose myself in the sweet ecstasy of it all.

My whole body tingles, even my heart tingles. I arch my back and he follows me with his hands and lips.

I've been climbing for some seconds, I know I'm close.

He brings me to the edge of the cliff, and just when I can't take it anymore, I let myself fall.

My orgasm rips through me like a rocket launch - all hot and fiery. It's almost crippling in it's intensity, as I shake, curling my feet in pleasure.

Bliss.

Absolute bliss.

I shudder as I get my release, holding tightly to him, his name on my lips.

He lifts up his head, grinning like an evil fiend - like the villain he truly is and then I see my juices, glistening on his mouth and chin. He flicks his tongue out and begins licking his lips, moaning as he does so.

Shit! It's a total turn - on and I feel myself getting wet all over again.

When I look down at myself, I notice my garter has been torn to shreds, the hooks and straps are nothing but cloth scrap now.

My dress is nowhere to be seen.

Did I call him a villain initially?

Wrong!!!

He's a beast.

A sexual beast.

A god of all things sexual.

He's adept at this game --- this sexual game.

And I've got to be EXTRA careful.

I feel myself being hoisted up and I wrap my legs round his waist and hold unto his neck for dear life. His muscles bulge and strain against my body as he easily walks with me in his hold.

I could get lost in this, just forget about everything and everyone.

That's the danger... a very grave danger!

I'm at his mercy... for now.

But my time will come.

. . . matter of fact, it's very close.

I close my eyes as I wrap my hands round his neck tighter, giving into the lull of the movement. He sets me down on something soft, a bed obviously.

Sometime between his mouth tearing off my garter and me having the most amazing orgasm, I've suddenly fallen into something stronger than likeness for him.

Can't quite decipher what feeling it is exactly, but it sure brings to mind the emotions Ebere talked about.

Her words echo dully in my head.

Commandment number 1 - prime yourself, you need to get ready for the onslaught - for the game, put yourself in the mix.

Commandment number 2 - Don't catch a feel. Unfortunately for you, it's too late, so you're going to have to skip #2 and head on down to ...

Commandment number 3 - Sex him out of his mind, but only for one night or the morning, or whatever time you both finish your sexscapade.

That's the defining moment! That's what will set you apart from other women he's had!

So I'm going to say this next part to you twice:

DON'T DARE DAWDLE...

... I repeat - DON'T DARE DAWDLE!!!

We women are naturally emotional creatures.

Don't let oxytocin fool you!

Fool it instead!