Mid-May, the Phillips travelled to Ibadan to meet with the Da Silvas for the introduction ceremony of their children, Abisoye and Gbemiga. They arrived a day before the D-day and lodged in a hotel close to Abisoye’s parents’ bungalow.
Gbemiga called his fiancée and informed her that they were around. She promised to come over later that evening. He left his hotel room and checked up on his parents, siblings, uncles and aunties. He advised them all to sleep early so that they would be refreshed and ready for the occasion the next day. When he returned to his hotel room, he met his fiancée waiting for him at the door.
“Sweet heart,” he beamed.
“Honey,” she ran towards him and flew into his arms.
He held her close and sighed with relief. “It is so good to see you.”
She giggled. “We saw each other in Lagos a few days ago.”
He released her, “It feels like a million years ago.”
“Gbemiga!” she started to laugh.
“How is Mr. and Mrs. Da Silva?” he unlocked the door.
“They are in good health,” she followed him into the spacious room.
“Do you mind a drink or something to eat? I heard the hotel Chef is very good.”
She smiled and settled on the bed, “I am full. My mum has been forcing me to eat every single thing cooked in that house since I arrived.”
He chuckled and sat beside her, “I can imagine. She hasn’t seen you in a while. What did you expect?”
“That doesn’t mean that she should fattened me up like a cow.”
He started to laugh.
“That’s one of the reasons why I don’t come home often. I always end up with extra weight.”
“Aww… mummy’s baby,” he pulled her cheek softly.
“How was your journey?”
“A bit stressful, but, here we are.”
“Your parents, sisters?”
He smiled, “They are all here.”
“What about your aunt in Abuja?”
“She flew in last night. She was the one who booked this hotel for all of us.”
“Nice. My other aunts and uncles from both sides of the family are here too.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“I am the first son of my parents. Everyone is being supportive.”
She nodded with understanding, “I like your family.”
She stared at him intensely, “I have really missed you.”
“Me too darling,” he reached out for her hands.
She leaned forward and kissed him.
He drew her close and kissed her back.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her chest against him. He groaned inwardly and tore his lips away from hers.
“What is it?” she looked into his eyes.
He cleared his throat twice, “Let’s don’t start what we can’t finish.”
She smiled at him, “Who says we can’t finish it?”
He raised an eyebrow and stared back at her. Since they started going out, the least they do was to kiss and in heated moments, they played around a bit, but, that was all. Nothing ever happened.
“What are you saying?”
She reached out for his hands, “We are going to get married. There is no reason why I can’t give you my body.”
He blinked, not sure if he heard her right. They had both agreed to keep sex out of their relationship. Why was she changing her mind?
“We are not married yet.”
“But, we will be, in August.”
“That’s about three months away.”
“Exactly,” she slipped her hands under his tee-shirt and played with the hair on his chest, “It is okay for us to consummate our relationship. We have waited long enough.”
He began to shake his head, “We can wait till August darling.”
“I have seen the way you look at me. I know you want me as much as I want you.”
He swallowed hard. It had been difficult and hard to restrain himself and keep in check his desires while they courted, but, he was happy that he had been able to exercise self-control in the relationship.
“Honey, I want you to take me now,” she pulled off his shirt.
“Ah!” he became alarmed. He could see the passion in her eyes. How was he going to dissuade her?
She unbuttoned her red short-sleeve cotton shirt and pulled it off. “It is time for us to get to know each other intimately.”
His throat went dry. The sight of her bare bosom made his head to expand.
“It is okay…” she tried to assure him.
“Abisoye…” his eyes flew back to her welcoming ones.
“It is okay…” she pushed him back on the bed and mounted him.
He swallowed spittle. He knew he had to stop her. He wanted to stop her, but, he couldn’t will himself to do it. He just lay there, till she had removed every clothing on him.
“God will understand,” she winked at him and threw their clothes on the floor.
He stared back at her. He wasn’t sure about that. The moment she guided herself to accommodate his manliness, his thoughts became clouded with the erotic feelings produced by her movements. She rode him like a horse and didn’t stop until they were both screaming at the top of their lungs and gasping for air.