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On Monday morning when I went to site, I got my letter for leave, I was to leave on Friday night. I called Fatima and told her and from her tone, I noticed that she was very sad. We tried to fix an appointment during the week but found out we couldn't except on our normal Friday when her husband leaves for prayers. I met with her husband and explained to him, he was sad too because both of us have bonded well. I thanked him for all the assistance he gave to me during the course of work, I didn't tell him that I was fucking his wife though. During the week work went on as usual and on Thursday morning, he told me to take time off on Friday to pack. I thanked him and then called his wife, she told me that she's expecting me. There was nothing much to pack because I've done most of my packing during the week.
On Friday morning, before he left for work, Alhaji Engineer Sule Galadima, Fatima's husband and my Supervisor came to my room so say good bye. We shook hands and he left. Around 10 am, my lover Fatima came to my room. She was moody.
The sadness in her eyes glistened like wet tears waiting to fall. Even in the shadows of the room I could see the look clouding her face. Her lips, capable of the tenderest of smiles and such affectionate laughter, were turned down at their soft corners. A quiet discourse had seeped into her with the early morning, as bleak and clouded as the sky outside. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her naked skin slide against me, neither of us spoke, afraid that speaking aloud would make the oncoming reality loom even closer.
"What you thinking?" I asked into her hair, my fingers tracing lazy circles against the soft mound of her breast. Her hip shifted between my thighs as she turned, immediately stirring the blood in my resting cock.
Her lips brushed my neck when she spoke. "I don't want you to leave like this."
I pulled her tighter in my arms, her suppleness crushing alongside me like the tender petals of a flower in my palm. The sleepy daze in my head was falling away, melting beneath the heat that was beginning to rise. "I don't want you to ever leave." Her fingers tightened into my ribs as she drew in a heavy breath. Her foot slid against my shin, pushing the blanket down even further. Cool air gathered over our bodies. "Shh. Don't," I whispered, my fingers stopping her lips before she could utter another word. Her body, lithe and graceful, slid around mine so that she was looking down into my face.
"I want you inside me once more before you leave."
Her lips spoke against mine, replacing the fingers that slid down my throat to rest on my chest, seeking out the beating of my heart. We melted into each other slowly, the taste of one another stirred by the cautious touch of our tongues. Her breasts swung against my chest as she perched over my hips and my hands found their way to the sides of her thighs.
A soft groan echoed inside her as I playfully caught her lower lip between my teeth. My fingers kneaded the flesh of her ass and my tongue pushed past her lips with its urgency. I raised one hand to the nape of her neck, sliding under her silken hair. I could feel a moan rising in the back of my throat but it was as though the air within me had dissipated. My body tried arching upwards against her of its own violation, like the attraction between two magnets. I could not control myself when I was with her, wanting to give her everything within me. I did not want this to hurry along. I was not a believer in fate, even though she laid in my arms. The time with her was fleeting, I knew she was not prepared to let go so soon. I would never know if she would ever find her way back into my arms. I did not want to let the moments I shared with her end so soon. "Oh god," she murmured when my teeth pressed against her tender throat. She tilted her head back, her breasts pushing deeper against my chest. At the same time, her hips shifted over me, letting my stiffening cock free to rise up between her thighs. I imagined I could feel the moist lips of her cunt waiting to grant entrance, glistening my eager cock with readiness, her heat pressed against me becoming a smouldering fire wanting to be ablaze. The way her hips twisted, I knew she was waiting as well. We were both waiting, but I was scared now to rush forward.
"Fatima," I whispered against her ear, tugging at her earlobe with my lips, my breath sifting through her hair. Sighs slid from me into her, slid from her into me. My hand roamed over her taunt abdomen to furtively cup the weight of her breast. Within the palm of my hand it felt like a soft globe of warmth, set with the hard tip of her aroused nipple held taunt be the silver bar ran through the puckered flesh. I rolled the metal between my fingers, twisting her nipple slightly, just enough to elicit a moan from deep inside her.
"Please," she murmured, her hands pushing down on my chest. "god, please."
She slid down onto me, my cock slowly pushing into her warmth, blood throbbing in its veins. She moaned almost silently as her fingernails bit into the flesh of my chest. A slight quiver ran through her and her breath began to quicken. I tried to hold back, to enter her so slowly, but she slid down until I was buried tight inside her and a delicious shudder shook my body. My hips rolled up to drive deeper into her, the muscles in my thighs shaking.
Her lips were trembling as she looked down at me, her eyes still slightly moist as they met mine. I reached up and touched my fingertips to her cheek, then brought her face down to mine. Our lips met in a fevered kiss, engulfing the both of us in its heat. Her hair fell across my face and her nipples traced warm lines on my chest.
Fatima twisted her hips as she rode me, going slow, drawing all of me in her before rising up until only the head of my cock was tucked inside her wet lips. Sinking softly back down until I could feel her clit gyrating against the base of my cock. I raised myself up into her thrusts, matching her rhythm, waiting for her to want more. She wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, kissing the soft flesh below my jaw, breathing words against my ear that made me cringe at the thought of letting her go. Her name seemed to be carried out on every breath that left my lips.
We turned over in unison,rolling across the bed so that she lay under me. I raised myself up so that I could look down at her, look at how beautiful she was. I let my hand smooth a caress from her arm to her breast, cupping her and tracing my thumb around her hard nipple. She arched upwards as I drove my dick into her, staying deep inside her as I ground against her aroused clit. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she dug the back of her head into the pillow.
"Oh please. Please. Fuck me," she said between breaths. "Make me cum."
I sighed heavily from the stirring effect her words brought to me. Listening to her talk when lost in the moment would always send shivers through me, making me want to drive over the edge with abandon.
Her hand replaced mine against her breast as my hands slid to the flare of her hips. I looked to where we were joined, watching my cock sliding in and out of her repeatedly with quick, even thrusts, pausing only when I crashed against her flesh. She lifted herself to meet each stroke and each time I drove all the way into her, a sharp breath left my lips. My fingers intertwined with hers at her hip and I heard her say my name.
"Don't stop. Don't...oh yeah," she breathed out with her eyes clenched tight. I could feel that thickening begin to start, the need to explode coming closer. My mouth seemed to shiver with each breath and my fingers dug deeper into her skin. Drops of sweat rolled down my cheeks and I could taste her in the air.
"You feel so good," I said against her lips. "I don't wanna stop being inside you."
I held myself against the length of her body, trying not to slow down the tempo we had found but wanting to feel the heat of her skin and the curves of her body against me when I went over the edge. I felt so perfectly connected with her, as though this was the way life was meant to be. As if this was where I belonged.
Her nails burrowed into skin as she pulled me tight against her, her moans hot air burning my cheek until her lips found mine. At the same moment, my lungs seemed to refuse any more work and my heart thumped hard one last time against the wall of my chest before seizing up as it always does right then. Muscles strained forward, trying to bring the rest of my body inside her as my cock found its release. I heard incoherent words push their way out of my mouth as I slowed my pace. Each thrust dragged my cock against the sides of her shaking cunt, sending electric trembles through my skin as her body shuddered in pleasure against me. I held her in my arms, her warm, soft skin feeling like the only place I ever wanted to be. I kissed her cheek, feeling her breath cool the dampness on my neck.
I wanted to say something more but I didn't know if the words belonged at this moment. I didn't know what she would think. I lifted my head to look into her eyes and kiss her and tell her how wonderful she was, but I was stopped short.
Her lips were slightly parted in that content smile of hers, but tears were running down into her hair. She looked over to catch me watching her and, though her smile showed her joy and affection, the tears seemed to quicken. I brushed my thumb over the wet path and gently touched her lips with mine.
"You are so wonderful," she whispered, taking my hand and clasping it between her breasts, over her racing heart. The pulsing beat found its way into my skin and felt like it was my own.
"No," I said, gently shaking my head. "No, but you make me feel wonderful."
We laid there staring at each other for a while, letting the silence speak the things we could not say aloud. Our fingertips gently stroked each other's bodies, seeking to make memory out of touch. When the sun finally made its way through the curtains, we were dozing lightly in each other's arms, lost in the contentment we had found in each other.
On Friday morning, before he left for work, Alhaji Engineer Sule Galadima, Fatima's husband and my Supervisor came to my room so say good bye. We shook hands and he left. Around 10 am, my lover Fatima came to my room. She was moody.
The sadness in her eyes glistened like wet tears waiting to fall. Even in the shadows of the room I could see the look clouding her face. Her lips, capable of the tenderest of smiles and such affectionate laughter, were turned down at their soft corners. A quiet discourse had seeped into her with the early morning, as bleak and clouded as the sky outside. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her naked skin slide against me, neither of us spoke, afraid that speaking aloud would make the oncoming reality loom even closer.
"What you thinking?" I asked into her hair, my fingers tracing lazy circles against the soft mound of her breast. Her hip shifted between my thighs as she turned, immediately stirring the blood in my resting cock.
Her lips brushed my neck when she spoke. "I don't want you to leave like this."
I pulled her tighter in my arms, her suppleness crushing alongside me like the tender petals of a flower in my palm. The sleepy daze in my head was falling away, melting beneath the heat that was beginning to rise. "I don't want you to ever leave." Her fingers tightened into my ribs as she drew in a heavy breath. Her foot slid against my shin, pushing the blanket down even further. Cool air gathered over our bodies. "Shh. Don't," I whispered, my fingers stopping her lips before she could utter another word. Her body, lithe and graceful, slid around mine so that she was looking down into my face.
"I want you inside me once more before you leave."
Her lips spoke against mine, replacing the fingers that slid down my throat to rest on my chest, seeking out the beating of my heart. We melted into each other slowly, the taste of one another stirred by the cautious touch of our tongues. Her breasts swung against my chest as she perched over my hips and my hands found their way to the sides of her thighs.
A soft groan echoed inside her as I playfully caught her lower lip between my teeth. My fingers kneaded the flesh of her ass and my tongue pushed past her lips with its urgency. I raised one hand to the nape of her neck, sliding under her silken hair. I could feel a moan rising in the back of my throat but it was as though the air within me had dissipated. My body tried arching upwards against her of its own violation, like the attraction between two magnets. I could not control myself when I was with her, wanting to give her everything within me. I did not want this to hurry along. I was not a believer in fate, even though she laid in my arms. The time with her was fleeting, I knew she was not prepared to let go so soon. I would never know if she would ever find her way back into my arms. I did not want to let the moments I shared with her end so soon. "Oh god," she murmured when my teeth pressed against her tender throat. She tilted her head back, her breasts pushing deeper against my chest. At the same time, her hips shifted over me, letting my stiffening cock free to rise up between her thighs. I imagined I could feel the moist lips of her cunt waiting to grant entrance, glistening my eager cock with readiness, her heat pressed against me becoming a smouldering fire wanting to be ablaze. The way her hips twisted, I knew she was waiting as well. We were both waiting, but I was scared now to rush forward.
"Fatima," I whispered against her ear, tugging at her earlobe with my lips, my breath sifting through her hair. Sighs slid from me into her, slid from her into me. My hand roamed over her taunt abdomen to furtively cup the weight of her breast. Within the palm of my hand it felt like a soft globe of warmth, set with the hard tip of her aroused nipple held taunt be the silver bar ran through the puckered flesh. I rolled the metal between my fingers, twisting her nipple slightly, just enough to elicit a moan from deep inside her.
"Please," she murmured, her hands pushing down on my chest. "god, please."
She slid down onto me, my cock slowly pushing into her warmth, blood throbbing in its veins. She moaned almost silently as her fingernails bit into the flesh of my chest. A slight quiver ran through her and her breath began to quicken. I tried to hold back, to enter her so slowly, but she slid down until I was buried tight inside her and a delicious shudder shook my body. My hips rolled up to drive deeper into her, the muscles in my thighs shaking.
Her lips were trembling as she looked down at me, her eyes still slightly moist as they met mine. I reached up and touched my fingertips to her cheek, then brought her face down to mine. Our lips met in a fevered kiss, engulfing the both of us in its heat. Her hair fell across my face and her nipples traced warm lines on my chest.
Fatima twisted her hips as she rode me, going slow, drawing all of me in her before rising up until only the head of my cock was tucked inside her wet lips. Sinking softly back down until I could feel her clit gyrating against the base of my cock. I raised myself up into her thrusts, matching her rhythm, waiting for her to want more. She wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, kissing the soft flesh below my jaw, breathing words against my ear that made me cringe at the thought of letting her go. Her name seemed to be carried out on every breath that left my lips.
We turned over in unison,rolling across the bed so that she lay under me. I raised myself up so that I could look down at her, look at how beautiful she was. I let my hand smooth a caress from her arm to her breast, cupping her and tracing my thumb around her hard nipple. She arched upwards as I drove my dick into her, staying deep inside her as I ground against her aroused clit. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she dug the back of her head into the pillow.
"Oh please. Please. Fuck me," she said between breaths. "Make me cum."
I sighed heavily from the stirring effect her words brought to me. Listening to her talk when lost in the moment would always send shivers through me, making me want to drive over the edge with abandon.
Her hand replaced mine against her breast as my hands slid to the flare of her hips. I looked to where we were joined, watching my cock sliding in and out of her repeatedly with quick, even thrusts, pausing only when I crashed against her flesh. She lifted herself to meet each stroke and each time I drove all the way into her, a sharp breath left my lips. My fingers intertwined with hers at her hip and I heard her say my name.
"Don't stop. Don't...oh yeah," she breathed out with her eyes clenched tight. I could feel that thickening begin to start, the need to explode coming closer. My mouth seemed to shiver with each breath and my fingers dug deeper into her skin. Drops of sweat rolled down my cheeks and I could taste her in the air.
"You feel so good," I said against her lips. "I don't wanna stop being inside you."
I held myself against the length of her body, trying not to slow down the tempo we had found but wanting to feel the heat of her skin and the curves of her body against me when I went over the edge. I felt so perfectly connected with her, as though this was the way life was meant to be. As if this was where I belonged.
Her nails burrowed into skin as she pulled me tight against her, her moans hot air burning my cheek until her lips found mine. At the same moment, my lungs seemed to refuse any more work and my heart thumped hard one last time against the wall of my chest before seizing up as it always does right then. Muscles strained forward, trying to bring the rest of my body inside her as my cock found its release. I heard incoherent words push their way out of my mouth as I slowed my pace. Each thrust dragged my cock against the sides of her shaking cunt, sending electric trembles through my skin as her body shuddered in pleasure against me. I held her in my arms, her warm, soft skin feeling like the only place I ever wanted to be. I kissed her cheek, feeling her breath cool the dampness on my neck.
I wanted to say something more but I didn't know if the words belonged at this moment. I didn't know what she would think. I lifted my head to look into her eyes and kiss her and tell her how wonderful she was, but I was stopped short.
Her lips were slightly parted in that content smile of hers, but tears were running down into her hair. She looked over to catch me watching her and, though her smile showed her joy and affection, the tears seemed to quicken. I brushed my thumb over the wet path and gently touched her lips with mine.
"You are so wonderful," she whispered, taking my hand and clasping it between her breasts, over her racing heart. The pulsing beat found its way into my skin and felt like it was my own.
"No," I said, gently shaking my head. "No, but you make me feel wonderful."
We laid there staring at each other for a while, letting the silence speak the things we could not say aloud. Our fingertips gently stroked each other's bodies, seeking to make memory out of touch. When the sun finally made its way through the curtains, we were dozing lightly in each other's arms, lost in the contentment we had found in each other.
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