It was seven in the morning when he woke up, worn out from last night with body aches. His head pounded like he was having a hangover except he didn’t drink the night before. No. This was as a result of something else, something more sensational. The mere thought of it made him hard again. He’d spent the whole night making love to Mary who was still asleep on the other side of the bed. Damn, she was good. A true lioness in bed as opposed to the other ladies he’d had who often bragged about being good and ended up the exact opposite when it was time. Mary was different and aside from the fact that they were equally matched s3xually, she was cool, reserved, and amazingly brilliant. Yes, she was beautiful too though not the most beautiful he’d dated- that would be Cassie but she was too arrogant and reckless.
He had met Mary two months ago during an art exhibition he was invited to by a friend. She was standing in front of a painting, admiring the masterpiece when he approached her with a wine glass in his hand. He engaged her in a conversation about her thoughts on the half-naked woman in the painting and her response was brilliant. She was obviously into art. Her classy dress was radiating with glamor and style making her look like a celebrity on the red carpet. He was attracted to her as she was to him. A couple of weeks later, they started seeing each other in public places and going on casual dates. No intimacy yet was the agreement and for a while, it wasn’t a problem.
Read Also: The Deadly Desire of Sarah Lyon
They would chill out in parks, take a stroll downtown and occasionally drive around the city for sightseeing. He loved her company, she was a fun person who always made him happy. The way she carried herself and avoided intimate talks made him wonder if she was a virgin or simply on a celibacy journey. Oh, how wrong he was. His ideology of her changed when she could no longer endure her No intimacy policy. Matt’s height and built were so arousing to her that the ability to hide her s3xual urge was becoming less and less effective by the day. She wanted him badly and wished he would for once disregard her policy and make a move. Or did he not find her attractive? She wondered. Of course he did, why else hadn’t he discarded her?
It was torture, this hunger needed to be quenched lest she would lose her mind. She couldn’t concentrate at work, she couldn’t even think straight without fantasizing about how good it would feel to have him deep inside her. Thinking about this always made her wet. She craved to have him and the feeling was insatiable.
During the screen time of a movie they were seeing at a cinema, Mary was lost in an ocean of lustful thoughts. She created a scene in her head, something to soothe her urge and calm her excitement. She focused all her attention on a dirty fantasy where Matt was making out with her in the darkness of that cinema. Luckily, everyone else was too engrossed in the movie to have noticed that she had been mas.turbating. It was her sudden adjustment in the chair that made Matt turn to her and ask if she was okay. She was too horny to reply so Mary nodded affirmatively. No, this was becoming unbearable, she needed to taste him, and she needed to do that tonight.
While driving her home, he noticed her body language had changed and that she was having difficulty breathing. The way she bit her lips whenever he looked at her told him that her body was craving something intimate. Her eyes gave her away and with the way she sat shaking a leg and dreamily chewing her fingernail in the front passenger seat, he deduced that she was aroused and probably even wet. Matt smirked.
He killed the engine at the on-street parking space and walked her to her apartment up ahead where he stopped at the doorstep to say goodnight. She hugged him with a wry smile saying she would see him some other time. Deep down, Mary was cursing herself for thinking something else and saying an entirely different thing. She wanted him to come in and stay the night but the right words to use seemed to have escaped her brain. He smiled at her and turned to walk away when she finally decided to darn her pride and screw the consequences of what she was about to do.
Read Also: The Diary of Darwin James – Encounter With A Mermaid
She grabbed him by the collar and pulled the dashing young man to herself. They share a fervent kizz there at the door then when the heat of passion began to grow, they moved inside, both tensely undressing each other with heavy breaths.
He pushed her to the bed, lustfully gazing at her as she enticingly bit her lower lip with an inviting look. His belt was unbuckled and his trousers fell loosely, welling his feet. Overwhelmed with mirth, she giggled as he pounced on her, caressing her body while she moaned deliciously.
He made love to her and handled her with care and passion. His touch was divine and the feel of him inside her was ecstatic. Certainly, he was a good lover who knew exactly how to please a woman. He was great with his tongue and fingers too.
Before the night was over, they had gone multiple rounds, each displaying their skills in bed.
“Good morning,” he sweetly said to her as she woke up with sleepy eyes. She smiled and asked if he’d been watching her sleep since his face was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. He was looking at her, reminiscing on what happened last night. She was the best he ever had and he’d had many. Matt only hoped that the feeling was mutual. She sighted the shape of his cock showing through his boxers and just like that, the hunger returned. They toggled in the sheets laughing and tickling each other before the kizzing started. Several other rounds followed.
It had been a week already and still no word from Mary. He’d left her a dozen messages and calls but she didn’t return any. Maybe something was wrong, they’d come too far for her to just ghost him like that. So, Matt decided to stop by her place after work to check on her. He knocked on the door but received no reply. It was locked. Walking over to the window, he tried to look inside but the curtains stood as a barrier.
“Excuse me,” an elderly woman called out to him from behind. He faced her and greeted her politely. She asked who he was and he explained that he was a friend of Mary’s. He then asked if she was inside. The response shocked him.
According to the woman, Mary had moved out of town two days ago.
“What?” he asked, filled with surprise.
“Don’t worry, you’ll see her on Saturday, right?”
“She’s coming back on Saturday?”A smile appeared on his face. He missed her more than he cared to admit.
“No, I meant at the wedding.”
“Wh- what wedding?” he stammered.
“Boy, are you sure you’re a friend of Mary’s?” she asked alarmingly, “because if you were, you’d have known that she’s getting married this Saturday.”
Matt’s jaw dropped. He felt a sudden rush of anxiety overwhelming his whole body. It came as such a powerful blow that moved him a step back. Everything immediately made sense to him. Now he understood why it took so long to get intimate with him, why she devoured him the way she did on their first night together which was sadly the last.
As he walked away from her apartment lost in deep thoughts, Matt unconsciously passed his car which was parked by the side of the road. He was badly hurt by this shocking news that left him disoriented. He was beginning to love her and although it happened only once, the s3x had made him realize how much he needed her in his life. By the time he realized that the previous woman was yelling at him to move away from the middle of the road, it was already too late. A speeding vehicle screeched loudly and collided with Matt, running him over. He spun carelessly in the air then landed with his head on the tar. Blood slowly circled the region of impact, forming a puddle.
His phone with a broken screen, lying somewhere away from him, vibrated. It was a text from Mary telling him that she’d made a grave mistake and that she was coming over. Mary had called off her engagement on the basis of domestic violence. But now Matt was gone. Dead.
Can u imagine tragedy? Mary will forever feel guilty