Suddenly, she disengaged herself from my grasp, stood up, looked at me and smiled like a victorious devil, leaving my senses in a state of pandemonium. She slowly took of the Tommy Hilfiger T-shirt she had been wearing, exposing her pink bra which still shielded her beautiful boobs from my,curious, prying eyes. "Lie on the bed", she commanded, like a child, I did as I was told. Adjoa had a certain authority in her voice, and I didn't want to anger the goddess, lest face her fury. She came to join me on the bed, riding me like a cowgirl. Yes! A cowgirl! I started recounting the times I would lock my self in my room, reading the Kamasutra on my laptop and memorizing names of intriguing sex positions. I would try them all today, I jubilated in my head. Adjoa leaned forward and continued kissing me from that position. I knew what she was doing, she was preparing herself, what sex gurus termed as foreplay. Well, I knew all that. I had either read about it online or saw it movies. So I was not really dumb about sex procedures. Those were the days I would go to bed and wake up soaked in my own semen. It was disgusting and shameful. It would leave me depressed the whole day and once or twice, I fought against intentions of visiting a brothel. Adjoa would be the one soaked today, not my poor sheets. As our kissing escalated, I unhooked her bra, throwing it to the floor and feeling her nipples against my chest. That was when craziness took over. I took off my shirt in a frenzy and threw her off me to other side of her bed. " Yes, that's what I'm talking about. Take control of me. I'm yours", Adjoa screamed. I was lost in the beauty of her naked boobs and hungry for them that I didn't hear her laurels of praise and encouragement. I just burried myself face deep in her breasts and licked her nipples like cake icing. She liked it. I enjoyed it.
I couldn't hold myself much longer. I wanted to feel the warmth of her thighs. I had been hard right from the beginning, and my jeans restriction was beginning to hurt. I took her trousers off and aimed it at one corner of the room. She laughed at my eagerness and I smiled. In a flash, I took my trousers and boxer pants off revealing my long-concealed and angry dick. I was completely naked now. Her eyes widened in awe and she swallowed. I had an athletic stature. In my own way way, I likened myself to the ancient Greek god, Apollo, in all of his praised physique. She wasn't the first to be fascinated by my body. I got that a lot from the times I used to hit the gym. Now, I was a different guy, yoga kept me fit. Our eyes were locked now, like predator and prey. None knew the thoughts of the other. We had come to play a dangerous game, and not even Armageddon could halt what was about to happen. I slowly slid her panties down her thighs, our eyes still locked in an unblinking stare. The door was open now. One last act. One last preparation. I spread her shapely legs and burried my face in between her thighs, and like my Kamasutra and online guides had taught, licked and kissed, throwing Adjoa into waves of pleasure. She screamed and pulled the bedsheets so tight that I thought I was hurting her. "Keep going like that.. Yeah yeah..there..there..Oh my God!!", she screamed as I continued my erotic play. She would murmur inaudible words which I knew were works of my cunnilingus. I was devouring her and flooding her mind with wild thoughts of my unused talents. Finally, she was so wet and couldn't take the teasing any longer so she begged me to get inside her and take her to paradise.
Had we not been breathing so hard from the intense foreplay, you could hear my scared heart pound in my chest like ancient Aztec drums. This is it! Many questions surfaced in my head.What if I reached orgasm too quickly? What if I got tired quickly? Will be electric and intoxicating as many writers describe? My questions would all soon be answered. It was just a matter of time. She gasped passionately and grasped the bedsheet as I slipped into her, myself feeling an electric impulse travel my body in bits and torrents. My second thrust was deeper and harder, and she moaned loudly. I had never felt anything like it before. Words could not sculpture the feeling. With every thrust, a wave of pleasure swept through my body like a raging storm. It was intense and overwhelming. I had completely succumbed to the power of love making. I craved for more and more each passing second. I was in flames, about to be consumed by a woman's thighs. I wanted to die there and then, nothing greater than death in paradise. Our entwinning and struggles lasted for I don't know how long. Sweating bodies moving in a rhythm to no music. But I do recall my calves tighten, my butt squeeze and my pupils dilate as I braced my self for one last surge of pleasure as I drowned the rivers of an exhilarating orgasm. I fell to the side of the bed in a heap, breathing hard. I was exhausted from the thrilling experience. I looked at a sweating Adjoa who was also breathing hard. I sighed and heaved a satisfying sigh of relief. Sex was awesome. I smiled.
Just then my phone rang, I reached for it and it was Yaa calling. Apparently, she hadn't seen me the whole day and I knew she was worried from the sound of her voice. "Babe, where are you? I've been looking all over for you. I have called all your friends, but none seem to know where you are. Please come your hostel. I'm waiting in your room and I'm starving". I smiled. "Ok babe, I'll be there soon" I assured her. "Alright, be safe. I love you", and the call dropped. Those last three words always had an effect on me. I loved her too, but I just cheated on her. With her best friend! I started to feel shame, hate and guilt. I was full of self pity for myself. I had shattered the heart of that one person who truly loved me, and yet she didn't know it.
To be continued..
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