She would make him fight for it. They would watch cable television together on the bed and while she pretended to concentrate on the movie being shown, he would work diligently on putting her in the mood. He would stroke the hair right behind her ear moving down his fingers lightly over her smooth skin to caress the inside of her arm for a while before continuing downwards to do the same to her thighs. He would roll the tip of his tongue in a circular motion over the nape of her neck at the same time using his fingers to caress the small of her back and that spot on her side just above her waist that always got her squirming.
She would feign annoyance. She needed to follow the movie, she would claim. She would move a little farther and wriggle a bit when he moved closer. She would say she was tired of this. Must they always do this each time they met? After all didn’t he have a wife? She would tease him about her and tell him to go back to his wife that she was lonely and waiting for him. Later, he would hate her for these sassy remarks but not at that time. She was all he wanted. His turgid organ threatening to burst through his trousers bore him witness. He knew she could feel it against her supple buttocks so whatever she wanted to say she was free to do so. Making love to her was all he wanted at the moment. She knew this and wanted it too but she would be coy about it. The longing made him desire her more. It made him hungrier and more aggressive. They both liked it that way as it made the ensuing sex much more intense. So, he would persist despite her struggles, kissing her neck and moving his fingers down to stroke in between her thighs until she moaned. He would continue knowing he had won. She would moan again, call him a tempter, a devil and any other befitting name. Then she would turn, look him in the eyes, pupils dilated with intense desire and bring her full lips to meet his. The softness of her lips, the sweetness of her mouth, the craziness of the kiss and he would be in bliss wanting more but not getting it as fast as every nerve fibre in his body demanded.
It would be her turn to reward him. She never failed. She would take it slow starting with his ears. He sometimes wondered why his left ear got luckier than his right. More still, he wondered how she did it and where she acquired such skill. She would finger inside his ear before bringing her lips to it. He would feel goose pimples all over him. But she was just beginning. She would make her tongue work on his nipples, rolling its tip over his nipple before gently sucking on it. He would shudder and try not to scream with pleasure. She would keep working her way down his torso giving him unimaginable pleasures and when she finally took him in her mouth, he would be lost. He would not want her to stop. Sometimes he actually begged her to go on. She would lift her head giving him that look and all he would be able to do would be to desperately push her head back to work.
The sex was always great even those times he came much quicker than usual. They would curl up afterwards in each other’s arms, their bodies drenched in their sweat. She would talk on and on as usual, not minding whether he listened except when she was making a demand. He would lie on the bed staring up at the ceiling while he held her, cursing the day he met her. She was the devil in his life. The temptation he never could resist.
He would drive her to the movies. She always wanted to go to the movies. He hated and loved the exposure. He was a married man. He shouldn’t be seen with her but he secretly desired to be seen. He wanted to lay claim on her. To tell the world especially those young boys, that this goddess was solely his.
He would drive her back to her hostel on campus. Open the door for her and watch her alight with such grace. She always insisted he opened the door for her. She claimed she was teaching him to be a good lover. His wife would be grateful to her, she often teased him. He didn’t mind. How could he? He would stand transfixed at the spot where she left him with a hug and a smile. He would watch her perfect figure recede into the shadows cast by the walls of the hostel and he would know at that moment that he would be back again.
