The Secret Rendezvous: KAZMIR
“Wh-who is that?” I asked when the call ended. “Are you in some kind of shit?” We walked back to the bed and took a seat on it, heavin’ sighs and turnin’ to look at ourselves at the same time.
“I am not in any kind of trouble, Kazmir-” she said and looked away, lookin’ back at me once more. “A lady who has offered to help. Ember must have said what she’s done to the woman who is interested in fightin’ this battle with us. What do you think ’bout that? She even wants us to meet.”
I gave a nod.
“Do you want us to try?” I had to ask. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m imposin’ everythin’ on you so I’m askin’, do you want us to try?” Adjustin’, I posed the question and the woman on the other hand gave a genuine nod, causin’ me to heave a sigh of relief.
“I should avoid anythin’ that has to do with that devil but what choices do I have? You’re in trouble and I don’t want the whole world knowin’ that I have amnesia, which is why we must stop ‘im-whether or not we like the woman in question. Her name is Jane.”
I nodded and got on my feet.
“I think we need some time off, baby. Is it possible for us to forget ’bout these things for the rest of today and even tomorrow if possible?”
“It’s high time we got some food and eat while seein’ a movie in the livin’ room. Do you think my sister is there? She’s leavin’ tomorrow mornin’, she says so. I think we have this weekend to ourselves – only if you can let this off your mind in the meantime.”
A smile pulled up on her face. “I can,” she assured me, standin’ on her feet and walkin’ through the room while I watched her from the door where I was standin’. In a few moments, she was in front of the wardrobe and takin’ out her towel from it. “I’ll have a bath and use the television in this room. What do you think? Your sister needs that one to herself for the rest of her stay in the house. It’s only a few hours.”
She was right.
“That’s right-” I nodded and walked out of the room, not shuttin’ the door yet.
“I’ll be back to take my bath too.”
And with this, I was out of the space and even her sight. I walked down the stairs, catchin’ sight of my sister in the livin’ room and her gaze fixed on the television screen just as my wife had said.
“Do you need somethin’?” Settlin’ next to her on the couch, I asked the question.
“I don’t want somethin’, brother. How is she?”
“Very well and takin’ her bath,” I explained and got on my feet. “Now if you don’t mind, come help me with makin’ dinner. My wife needs all the time she can get to herself while I do this thing in advance.”
Hours later, we had dinner and I had my bath as well. Myself and the woman I am married to, settled on the bed while I turned on the television, askin’ also. “Do you have a show or movie you want to see? Or do you want me to do the recommendation?”
She was smilin’, shakin’ her head.
“You should do that, Kazmir. I need some time to relax and see somethin’ interestin’. Please, do it yourself while I watch from the end.” The smile on her face made me happy and I did as told the very next moment, smilin’ and relaxin’ also on the bed.
For one moment, our gazes met.
It seemed as though we could not concentrate on the movie we were seein’, wantin’ more than just a movie. I looked away and looked at her again. “No,” turnin’ off the television with the remote control I had in my hands, I looked at the woman next to me once more and asked. “Are you-okay?”
The heat was becomin’ too much.
“I-I don’t know,” we shifted closer to each other at the same time, my hand wrappin’ around her the next moment. “Make love to me.”
That was-more than I expected.
There was no way I would jump into makin’ love to her without due process.
“Come here, Nyssa-” the remote was tossed to one side and I faced the woman in front of me.
“You look beautiful in your nightwear.” I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. “Come here.” I said again but it was me who did the ‘comin” by bendin’ low so that our lips could touch.
“You taste like food, Nyssa. How ’bout I eat you?”
Now, she was weak in my arms-just as I expected.
Her hands that wrapped around my neck pulled off while there was me who heaved a sigh of relief on my end, wonderin’ why I also thought myself and the woman would ne’er get to have a moment like this-as the couples that we are.
Our lips met again, and she was mutterin’ words I didn’t hear. Her mouth moved for some more time and I figured out what she said even though I didn’t and couldn’t hear.
“Touch me-”
As if my mind had a thinking of its own, my right hand eased into the open space between her thighs with the smile on my face that did not fade, strokin’ over the bone of her hip, movin’ lower still.
A moan let itself out of her mouth and Nyssa moved in response, causin’ her to move her hips towards my wicked, clever hand, that was seekin’ more.
She was flowin’ over my hand, like sun-warmed honey.
Her ragged pleas caused my own needs to flare higher even as a dark masculine power surged through me. More moans. This time, they came from me who was more than weak. What was she doing to me? My eyes glitched and I held myself from blowing over.
We had just started.
Now, I was still fully dressed while she was utterly naked was exhilaratin’ and seducing. But for now, driven by sexual needs, I released her just long enough to take my clothes off. When I was done, I positioned myself between her legs again.
Then, with a single hard thrust, I penetrated deep and hard, driven by her breathless cries, the feel of her inner muscles, contractin’, drawin’ me in.
The sounds of her moans had become louder. There was nothing to worry about. Not when it was only the both of us in the house.
Now I stopped the movement. Our gazes locked for a moment and on her face was need written in capital letters. “Kazmir?” My name, like a song, flowed out of her mouth. “Don’t stop, please.”
I wasn’t going to.
Not when I had not released yet. No one moved. Not our gazes or even bodies. Then, I positioned my hands again on her waist and gave the most seductive smile I could ever come up with.
I hammered into her, again and again, hot flesh slappin’ against hot flesh. Her soft cries were muffled by my hungry mouuth as it ate into hers, my tongue thrustin’ between her parted lips in rhythm with my buckin’ hips.
My vision seemed to fade into memories as my movements quickened and deepened. And then I was comin’, in a hot, torrential release that had the both of us shoutin’ out.
Then our bodies relaxed, as she collapsed into my arms. We were both pantin’, but it slowly evened out. After a few minutes of huggin’ and caressin’ each other on the kitchen table, I pulled away from her.
Her pantin’ could be heard. It was soft, incoherent and sexy. “You should take a bath,” I managed to take her in my arms and head to the bathroom for a shower. The woman almost didn’t know what was happenin’ but I went ahead to bathe her, kissin’ and strokin’ her while at work. In the bathroom, she dozed and I hurried to the shower so that she could be on the bed again – which I did and was done with the next moment.
Like a happy man, I fell on the bed after cleanin’ up the space. A smile played on my face while I thought ’bout it, makin’ me think back to the moment with the woman I love.
After a while of thinkin’, I dozed off and the next mornin’ came in a hurry – with a knock on the door while my sister announced her readiness to leave the house. “Finally,” I heaved a sigh, gettin’ dressed for her ride to the airport. “I can finally have some peace.”