Tinuke felt droplets of warm sweats drop on her bare back, as she continued to move erratically beneath the source, the liquid slid down to her arrested rumps but Tinuke didn’t stop moving. She could feel it – she would soon get to that point where she wouldn’t feel distracted again – that point of untold pleasures. She bent her heads towards her back, as the heavy hands that had seized her buttocks got hold of her long braids and tugged at it.
This was the expected pleasure Tinuke had come for. Everything outside the exchange of pleasures totally excluded this particular man, but there was no time Karmal wasn’t ready to deliver it the way she wanted. Aside her total submission, she had nothing to compensate his commendable work but a deeply convincing moan of satisfaction.
‘Missionary’ the baritone voice instructed quietly, as the instructor retrieved his long shaft from its target for a short break. Tinu didn’t need anyone to explain what he meant, she had gotten accustomed to his styles. She turned herself over quickly – her back to the bed, while her full face and chest kept looking at him.
Karmal gave a short laugh amidst exhausted panting, he lifted her laps over his shoulders and applied a little spit at the tip of his phallus.
A ringing phone distracted the duo. There was an extended break, as they both looked in its direction, as if the phone was quite unfamiliar, or as if it was someone who was yelling their names.
‘Continue’ She whispered quietly, obviously disgusted at the distraction.
‘Nope,’ he responded as he retrieved the phone from the table, ‘the caller would not stop calling if you don’t pick, we – we got all day.’
As she slid the screen towards the receive direction, Karmal lowered himself on her widely open legs and went ahead into her.
She guffawed as she felt his hard part’s entry. This was extremely crazy, she knew that Karmal had deliberately made her pick the call so that he can continue to tease her from moaning during the call.
‘Tee.’ The familiar voice came through from the calling device. ‘any problem?’
Tinu quickly held her lips firmly, after two inaudible moans had escaped her, this was the last person in the world who should know about her current act.
‘Johnson!’ She finally said when she felt at ease. ‘There is no problem. What’s up? Where are you? Why didn’t you call with your own number?’
‘You sound stressed.’ Johnson remarked, ‘where are you?’ He didn’t consider her questions worthy of answers.
Tinu tried tossing the busy Karmal off her laps, but she was also enjoying the way he was slowly entering and leaving. She pulled him with the same hands that she had used to make a pushing attempt ‘Erm…Er…er…I’ve been slee…sleeping. I just woke up.’ She lied.
Karmal laughed inaudibly. A devilish face appeared on him. He knew too, that Tinu would be getting married to Johnson in three months, and he couldn’t place where he would then fit in her life, but what they both now shared, he really loved. He didn’t know what her fiancé was now saying, but he couldn’t resist a temptation to slap her buttocks.
A loud slap made its way on Tinu’s buttocks. The response was a playful frown which pierced Karmal’s skin reflexively.
‘Nothing dear,’ Tinu quickly responded her caller, ‘A mosquito just sat there sucking my arm.’ She lied again as she pushed Karmal off her, angrily. He had been too close in implicating her. Her husband-to-be had heard the slap too, and she was just prompt enough to fill that curiosity.
Karmal didn’t give up, he knew he had caused a naughty distraction, but sorry as he was, he still moved his fingers playfully around Tinu’s warm pot. Tinuke’s resistance was shunned with his other hand, she gave up resisting and moaned quietly.
‘Eh..?’ She asked her caller. ‘No, no.. nothing, I was only…I just didn’t get what you said…’
‘I said tomorrow is my brother’s birthday!’ Johnson was now obviously angry, ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Oh, sorry Sweetheart. I’m..I’m very sorry. I am still feeling sleepy.’
Karmal lowered his head and stuck out his tongue. Tinu flushed red – what was coming was going to be too much for her to contain. She closed her eyes to avoid focusing on the imminent experience.
‘Yes! Yes! Tomorrow, we shall celebrate his birthday. Right?’
‘No,’ the caller responded to a lost Tinu. ‘I can see that you are still feeling very disorientated just because I woke you from sleep. Just please call my brother on this line tomorrow and wish him happy birthday. I’d call you later girl.’
As Karmal’s tongue kept rolling up and down a tiny part of Tinu’s body, the petite lady crested as she entered into the twelfth cloud.
‘I love you sweetheart’ Johnson was saying on phone, his listener could barely hear him.
‘I love youuuuuu toooooo Dear.’ Tinu managed to respond, as she collapsed on her own bed helplessly. Under the physical and emotional influence of another man, she had gotten to the peak of sexual pleasure.