In the end everyone wants more….
She could recall so clearly the very words she’d said to him when he told her that what they had was all he’d ever be able to give her, nothing more. With her heart bursting with the love she had come to have for him, she had said without hesitation, “All you have to give is enough for me”.
And now it had come to this. She wanted more. Just texting and phone calls were no longer enough. The bi-monthly visits she had previously treasured and guarded close to her heart now only succeeded in whetting her appetite for more. More time together, more of his love, more of him.
He sighed and she could feel the sadness and remorse the sound carried with it. “Afiba, my love, we’ve talked about this before…” he sighed again. “It can’t be more than this”
“Why not?” she asked defiantly, with a stubborn lift of her chin. “I love you…you love me…at least I feel like you do…” she trailed off softly.
“You know I love you!” he said forcefully, almost enraged at the trace of doubt in her voice.
“So why can’t we be more than this?” she persisted.
“Baby…” he reached for her and she took a step back, out of his reach. His hand fell back to his side. “You know it’s more than that… It would be near impossible”
“Keyword: “near” but not entirely impossible” she pointed out. “Can’t we try?” she moved forward and into his arms. His arms held her close. She sighed as she rested her head on his chest. For a few moments they stayed that way, her head on his chest, his chin resting on her head while he rubbed her back idly with one hand, their breathing being the only sound.
He broke the silence. “You know I want nothing more than to call you mine for all time, for the whole world to know….” He hesitated.
She looked up at him. “But.” She stated. “It’s ok, don’t speak any more”. She started to lower her head again but his finger under her chin tilted her face back up. Her eyes shimmered with yet unshed tears.
He hated to be the cause of her tears. He kissed first one eyelid and then the other. The tears slid down her cheeks. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her hungrily as though it were their last, moulding her body tightly to his and holding her as though he would never let go.
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Fast forward 10 years and the tables had turned. She sighed deeply, still facing away from her husband. Things had been ok till now. Even if she wasn’t entirely happy, at least she was content. And now he wanted more.
He was still speaking, “…I know you can never love me like you did him” Nana said it with more than a hint of envy, “but can’t you find even the tiniest space in your heart for me? I love you, Afiba…” he finished sadly.
She could sense the desperation in his words. She hated that. She turned to face him and began to speak. His finger on her lips hushed her.
“I know what you’re going to say. But don’t worry; we don’t have to deal with all that now. All I’m saying is I just wish the woman I call my wife were in love with me. Even just a bit” he said wistfully, his eyes pleading as his hand moved to caress her cheek.
The sadness in his eyes was her undoing. She hated herself for not loving him. But God knew she had tried. She had really tried. But Kojo still had her heart. So many years had gone by yet her heart was still firmly in his grasp.
She turned her face into his palm, closing her eyes. She kissed him softly in its centre. Raising her head, she put down his hand and held his face with both hands. She drew him towards hers, their lips touched and their breathing quickened as the kiss intensified. Their tongues played around each other, teeth teasing and biting each other’s lips. He lifted her slightly, positioning her beneath him. He pressed his lean, hard body against her softness; she could feel the throbbing of his unmistakable erection against her thigh. She arched her back, pressing back against him. He moaned, his kisses becoming more demanding, his hands exploring her body. He kneaded her breast, and his caress became gradually rougher.
“I love you so much, Afiba” he murmured with intense emotion. “Please love me too…”
“I will” she promised, her body humming, ready for him to take her.
He unraveled deftly the satin ribbon that held the closure of her nightgown. He broke the kiss and moved his head down, inhaling deeply between her breasts. He teased one nipple with his tongue then moved to the other, one hand cupping her buttock, the other slipping between her thighs into her wetness. She moaned. He rubbed her swollen bud slowly, gradually increasing the pace, their breaths quickening simultaneously. He covered her lips with his as she began to cry out as the pressure built up deep within her, threatening to push them both over the edge. As he felt her body coiling up, on the verge of climax, his turgid manhood slid into her warmth, taking possession where his fingers had been earlier. He thrust deep into her, filling her, her tremors of pleasure engulfing his entire being. He grabbed her buttocks roughly, pushing himself deeper into her, willing their bodies become one. And as they exploded together in climax, he called out her name but not loud enough to drown out her scream of release….
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