Chapter 47 A SCARY DISCOVERY

EVE

I do a double take when I wake up and find out two weird things ---- I'm starker’s and in a strange bed.

"What the --- " My words are cut off when I happen to look to my side and see a man lying beside me. From the little I can see, he's also naked.

I can't see his face because he's turned away from me, but his back is bare, all the way down to his waist where the crescent of a perfectly sculpted butt jutts out. The duvet covers the remaining part of his body, but a strong dark - skinned thigh peeks out from under it and a hand is thrown across my chest, effectively caging me in.

This is very bad, because my bladder chooses this moment to act up. It's full and I need to pee.

I try to move the man's hand, but it's like a dead weight. A solid brick wall. It won't budge.

"Man, if you don't move your hand right this minute, I promise you I'll pee right on these sheets and it won't be a pretty sight." I say loudly in one mouthful.

He's probably deaf or a very deep sleeper, because he mumbles something and turns to me and then I catch a view of his face.

Batman!

Warmth spreads through every part of me, rendering me immobile. The things we did begin to flood back into my memory.

I was truly inhibited. Actually I was wild and free. Well, I am his girlfriend, after all. A smile pastes itself onto my face, but my bladder reminds me I desperately need to ease the pressure on it.

So with the whole strength in my being, I push his hand off.

"A dònde vas, nena?" He mumbles.

I stop mid flight, and turn back to him, but he's still snoozing peacefully. He talks in his sleep?

What did he just say?

I ponder on the foreign words he spoke when I'm done using the toilet.

During our love making session, he had let loose some string of foreign words that sounded strangely endearing. Was he serenading me or just plain cursing me in another language?

I would have to find out, but not now. My stomach grumbles angrily and I remember I haven't fed it any food today. What's the time, anyway?

7 '0 clock it says, from the big clock on the wall. Whoa!

I need to go look for food, but first I need to make myself decent.

I fish my jeans from the floor where it was carelessly thrown by me. Then I check the bed for my bra which is tangled in between one of Batman's legs. I wrench it off, breaking the strap in the process. Shoot! This bra cost a fortune. I really don't joke with my lingerie. Now it's ruined. I pout as I put it on.

The search for my tee shirt is next. Wait . . . where is it? I can't find it. In the process of patting the bed in search for it, I grasp something sof . . . no, now it's turning hard.

"Mmmmmhhhh. Easy on the crown jewels, princess." Batman mumbles. "We wouldn't want them damaged so early in our relationship." His voice is fogged with sleep and husky with fulfilled aftermath sex.

He opens an eyelid lazily and beckons on me with one finger. "Come here, princess."

Now I'm not about to start anything, because I'm ravenous for food, yet, as if in a trance, I climb back onto the bed like a bloody marionette. Batman has my strings in his hands and he's leading me right up to him.

His lips smash into mine greedily, sweeping aside the little barrier that was initially present.

Just as I'm about to moan, he pulls back a bit and murmurs against my lips. "That's much better." Then he sits back on his hunches and gazes at me with a look of pure adoration shining in his eyes. "I love you, princess. You're so beautiful. I'm going to worship you." Then he holds out a hand to me. "But now. . . I think we're both famished. "Should we take a shower and go out for some food?"

I nod vigorously, not trusting myself to speak.

He gets up in all his naked glory.

Whew!

Clearly, this man has no inhibitions whatsoever, about being naked. I try, but fail miserably to avert my face, so I give up after a few seconds and decide to stare openly.

He stretches lazily and I watch as his stomach muscles contract tightly. He walks to the bathroom, throwing over his shoulder as he moves. "You should join the naked train, it's quite relaxing, trust me." Then he turns around to me fully. "Shower together?"

With my eyes still fixed solidly on him, I shake my head.

"Are you sure you won't change your mind?" He pauses, one hand on the bathroom door, a wolfish grin on his lips.

This time I make sure to break out from my spell and speak out. "Positive!"

"Okay, your loss." He shrugs and disappears inside the bathroom.

I decide to make the bed and fluff up the pillows. My tee pops up from under the sheets, and I shake it out and put it on.

Batman pokes his head out from the bathroom. "You must know there's no bore hole in the compound. The government provides water and only twice in the day, too, something to do with conservation." He puts a hand on his chin, considering something. "Looks like the water's about to finish, so . . . " His words peter off, but their meaning isn't lost on me. He disappears back into the bathroom, leaving me ruminating on what to do.

I desperately need to shower, but not with him in there.

But what choice do I have, now that the water seems to be drying up? None, whatsoever.

So with butterflies flying around in my stomach, I remove my clothes, fold them and walk into the bathroom. It is fogged with steam so concentrated that I can hardly see in front of me. When I wave my hands to clear some of it, Batman materialises.

He's leaning against the wall, hands and feet crossed, waiting. When he see's me, he grins boyishly. "There you are, I've been waiting for you." He announces, holding out his hands to me.

I slap a hand across my chest in a bid to cover my modesty. Luckily I'm not well - endowed in that area, so my arm is able to span the length of my chest.

"Seriously, princess?" He arches a bushy eyebrow. "Please don't hide yourself from me. There's absolutely nothing to be shy about. I mean, look at you. You're a sight for sore eyes." And pushing off from the wall, he comes close, takes a hold of my hand and removes it from my chest. He brings me to stand under the shower and then proceeds to scrubbing my body with a loofah that is already ladled with his musky body wash.

One would think he'd go about it the same way he would his work out's --- fast and furious, but on the contrary, he's gentle, patient and loving, even. When he gets to my thighs, he instructs me to open them. I do so grudgingly and he tenderly washes each one, but I stop him when he wants to delve into my hidden parts.

When he's done with my front, he gently turns me around and begins his gentle onslaught on my back. When his hands get to my butt, they linger longer than necessary.

So you're an ass man, hmm!

I turn around to look up at him enquiringly. I have to crane my neck upwards, because he's much taller than I am.

His eyes have gotten that intense look in them. "Princess, may I. . . ?" But he doesn't finish, he closes the little gap between us and I feel the full length of his arousal against my laps.

He moulds my butt in his two hands and I moan at the delicious feeling it elicits.

"That's right baby, moan for me."

But that's all I'm able to get out, before his mouth crashes into mine.

There are no preambles this time. No time for caresses, neither for foreplay, either. He lifts me up swiftly, making sure to place my legs around his waist and penetrates my core in one fell swoop.

I tense up, trying to get used to his size that is filling me up nicely. He notices and stops his movement.

"Am I hurting you?" His gaze is concerned, as he stares into my very soul.

"I just need some time to adjust to . . . your size." I'm breathless and giddy now. Waves of pleasure begin to roll through me. He hasn't even begun to move yet and I'm close --- so damn close.

Gathering myself, I slip out of him, back him and turn on the shower, ridding myself of the soap on my body. From the corner of my eyes, I watch him watching me keenly, obviously wondering what I'm up to.

He doesn't know I'm stalling. He doesn't need to know that I was so close to tears from the sheer pleasure of him being inside me. He doesn't need to know that if he had asked for my very soul at that exact moment, I'd have given it to him and probably killed another soul to offer him, also.

Once all the soap has been washed off, I walk out, leaving him staring after me.

I make sure to clean up real good, wiping off all the moisture from my body. But instead of wearing clothes, I don the sexiest lingerie that was packed. A red Lacy g - string with a matching push up bra. I wrap myself in a house coat and sit, waiting on the bed.

A few minutes later, Batman comes in, a white towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping in soft rivulets down his chest. I avert my eyes as I back him and busy myself with the bag containing my clothes. It's not lost on me that it matches with his own bag --- Batman's doing, no doubt.

Firm, but gentle hands turn me around and I come face to face with eyes filled with concern and worry. "If I did something wrong, tell me and I'll right it this instance. But please don't shut me out. Don't give me the silent treatment. Just. . . don't do that to me again. . . please." His words are soft and sad and I immediately regret my earlier actions which he obviously misconstrued.

Taking his face in between my two hands, I smile at him. "Hmm! You did nothing wrong to me. Matter of fact, you've done everything right, up till now. I just . . . " I falter in my words, not able to continue. How can I explain to him how much he has affected me? How can I tell him how terribly in love with him I am?

"Yes, princess? Tell me, don't hold anything back." He says encouragingly, moving closer to me.

"I just don't want to fall too fast for you." I finish, lamely.

He throws his head back and laughs long and hard.

When did I suddenly turn into a cartoon character?!

Just when I begin to get angry, his laughter stops. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. Don't be under any illusion that I am." Moving away from me, he continues to speak, his words tinged with regret. "I know I haven't given you much reason to trust me, but they say actions speak louder than words, right? So I'm not going to speak empty words without backing them up, that, I can promise."

His words do little or nothing to assuage my hurt feelings, but it will have to do for now.

Time they say, is a teacher.

With his back still turned away from me as he pulls on a pair of shorts, I slip the house coat from my shoulders where it falls down and pools at my feet. Stepping out of it, I wait for him to turn around to face me.

"Princess, what do you want to ea --- "

His face says it all as he turns round and stares at me. A look of smoldering desire quickly replaces the shocked look on his face. I don't wait for him to talk. I close the little space between us and pull down the boxers he recently put on.

"Take me." I whisper.

Needing no further nudge, he takes me in his arms and we fall onto the bed in raptorous passion.

*

Have you ever had your body sated so much that you literally can't move?

If not, I feel grossly sorry for you.

All the loving ministrations on my body by Batman has me sore in hidden places, yet I'm left feeling strangely relaxed.

Truth be told, I've not had much experience in the sexual department. I had what you would call an unfortunate sexual encounter with an inexperienced man. Well, we were both inexperienced. We fumbled around and I unfortunately lost my virginity in the back seat of his car.

Picture a graduate, still a virgin and wanting to get rid of it by all means necessary so I could rid myself of the virginal tag.

I had always envied Ebere in that regard. She is the free and social one. Men find me beautiful, yes, but I just didn't feel free enough to let myself go. So after the unfortunate incidence of loosing my virginity, Dee came along with his sweet tongue, until he exposed himself for who he was. He turned nasty when he couldn't get into my pants.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.

Now there's Batman, who I'm hopelessly in love with. His sweet words, his even sweeter touch and actions show me he loves me, but I can't shake off the sudden feeling that something doesn't feel right. Something feels off.

What does he think about me?

The better question would be, what does he think about my inexperience?

He stirs beside me and I glance at him. Frown lines mar his otherwise perfect face. I wonder what he's dreaming of, what plagues his dream world. Other than the fact that he used to work for that terrible man, Femi and he lives on the Island in a bungalow, oh and let's not forget the fact that he knows how to make love like a damn pro, I know next to nothing about him --- zilch, nada, zero.

He stirs again, murmuring unintelligible words, and bunching up the sheets around his waist.

Is he having a nightmare?

"Mamà, estoy asustada!" He whines fitfully.

What was that? Another foreign language?

This is becoming even more confusing. Second time around he is speaking a different language and only when he is asleep. Fitful sleep, this time around.

We never really did go out to eat and I'm starving. I glance at him once more. The sheets are around his waist, baring his strong athletic thighs. His bird tattoo gleams on his chest, from the sliver of moonlight filtering into the room. I wonder the story behind it. There's always a story behind a significant - looking tattoo. He's is of a bird spreading it's wings, about to take to flight. It's beautiful.

I need to know more about him, but that can wait, because now I need to feed my stomach. It rumbles angrily in protest. It needs food, posthaste.

As I make to get up, Batman stirs fitfully once again and reaches out to me, snagging and successfully capturing my hand in a vice - like grip. "Princessa, eres mi salvation!"

That language again!

Bursting with curiousity, I decide it's time for an intervention. "Batm ---" I pause mid way. I can't obviously call him that. I decide to just use his name instead. "Segun, please wake up." I nudge him gently.

He groans but doesn't wake and I shake him harder this time. He yawns and rubs his eyes as he opens them. At first he looks dazed as he looks around, but when his eyes settle on me, the look changes and his lids lower a bit as he pastes on a warm smile. "Hey, baby!" He pulls me to him and kisses me on the forehead. "Where were you going? I miss you already." He refers to my already dressed state.

"We need to talk." I announce.

His eyes open up fully. "What's up, princess? Are you okay? Is everything alright? Did someone call?" Now I've managed to put unnecessary fear into him.

He forgets our phone batteries are dead.

"No, none of that." I shake my head forcefully. "I just need you tell me something about yourself, please." I plead, disregarding the rumbling of my stomach. "You also seemed to be having a nightmare. What were you dreaming about?" I can't seem to stop the flow of words sprouting from my lips like a tap that can't be turned off. I've never really been one for diplomacy, unfortunately. Instead of curtailing my tongue, I surge on. "While you were asleep, you kept mumbling in a foreign language."

When I say the last words, he visibly stiffens and turns his face away from me.

Oh now that's very suspicious. I sense a story there, one he's not willing to tell.

"Please!" I plead, drawing his face towards mine. "Don't shut me out. You begged me earlier, now I'm asking you for the same thing, pleading, even."

He sighs and sits up, taking me with him. He draws me to his chest and I listen to the rumble of his voice and the sudden thundering of his heart beat. It's beating a crazy stacatto.

Why is he scared?

What does he have to be scared about?

"Princess, I'm scared." He says, confirming my suspicions. He lifts my head up by the chin and I stare into eyes that have grown sombre and wary. "I'm scared that after all is said, you will leave me."

"Are you crazy, mister. I love you! I don't care what you did in your past, I don't care for any of it. I just want to know a little bit of you. I'm your girl, remember?"

His teeth flash white in the dimness and I'm calmed down a bit, although my heart beat has picked up. I am a little wary of his admission, truth be told.

What crazy thing could he have done that's making him so scared.

I don't have long to find out.

"I killed a man back in the United States." He states quietly.