With nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, Tony went to open the door when he heard a knock on the door. A smile bigger than the heart of the good samaritan crossed his face when he found Eve standing outside the door, clutching her blue purse in her hands. She was equally dressed in a blue floral dress and blue heels that made her look a few inches taller than him. Something he grinned at. He said nothing, at first. He simply leant against the door and studied her.
Patiently, she tilted her neck to one side and watched him as he took a tour of her body with his lustful eyes. When he was done. When he was satisfied that she was the most beautiful woman God ever created and that those more beautiful than her only existed on the pages of romantic novels, he murmured, “God, you are so beautiful.”
She chuckled. “Is that why you are not letting me in?”
“Apologies,” he said stepping aside, ushering her in.
As it always was with such circumstances, she brushed her body against his as she slowly walked in. He closed the door and turned to her as she hadn’t moved further to the inside; instead, she had turned to look at him. He took a step closer to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to a tight hug, her breasts crushing on his bare chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they remained like that, still, for the longest time.
“I can’t believe your folks let you come,” he said as soon as they let go of each other, only holding hands.
“I am a grown woman now. Besides, they have already met you and they like you a lot.”
“Which quite honestly, comes as a surprise to me.”
“As it does for me,” she said in a quick rejoinder. But I am glad they do because now we have no worries.”
He leant forward and planted a kiss on her lips “You are right.”
And indeed, it had come as a surprise to him that Eve’s parents did not present any problems to him or object to their relationship, as he half feared they would. He remembered when Eve had broken the news that, in fact, Clair wasn’t pregnant and he wasn’t sure what he made of that, so he asked again, taking a step back, “I am Sorry, you said Clair is what?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Thankfully, I am not.”
“Since when did you know this?”
Eve, tired of all these questions, cast her head down on the ground and silently breathed in and out to calm her now restless nerves. When she was sure she could speak again without raising her voice, she said, “Seriously? You surely think now is the best time to interrogate me? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I am sorry,” Tony murmured, “I mean… just that I wasn’t expecting this.”
“The same way we weren’t expecting you,” Eve said with a grin on her face, “But you are here already and my dad looks like he can’t wait to know who the hell you are and what you are doing talking to her daughter in his own compound.”
“Okay, I will go talk to him.”
“But remember, no mentioning of Clair’s pregnancy, okay?”
Then with smiles curving right across their faces, they walked side by side to where Eve’s father was. Up to that point, his eyes had not left their site even for a second and he lazily stretched his hand to shake Tony’s. The handshake was firm. And their eyes remained fixed on each other like two antagonists. Eve, in a bid to make things less awkward, went ahead to introduce Tony to his father and his father to Tony.
“Dad, this is Tony, my boyfriend,” up to that point, she had never imagined she was capable of uttering such words but on that day, she did so breathlessly. Like it was no big deal. Like she had told her dad about Tony so many times and all that was remaining was for them to meet.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Tony almost kneeled down as he said this.
And Eve’s father only nodded his head. Like he was too proud to reply that it was a pleasure too. Or maybe it was no pleasure to him, Tony thought. After all, he was the young man chasing his daughter’s tail and no father loves the man who is after their daughter. Except those who have accepted Jesus and Eve’s dad here didn’t look like he recognised Jesus as his Lord and saviour.
So Tony was a little bit frightened but as it turned out, he had no reason to. Eve’s father was as accommodating as he was kind. Tony was later ushered in to meet the rest of the family and after they had all had their breakfast, Eve’s mum asked him if he was the same man that had gotten their other daughter Clair pregnant and Tony, who after stealing quick glances at both Clair and Eve who shook their heads No, signalling him to deny the allegations, said,
“No, ma’am, I wouldn’t do that.”
“But Eve..” Tony’s mum started to say.
“Mum,” Eve cut her short, “He is not the one. I mean, Clair is not even pregnant, remember? It was all a misunderstanding.”
Clair nodded her head in support of her big sister and just like that, the issue was dead and buried. Tony told them about his mum and promised to tell her to come visiting and they said they couldn’t wait. So he left Eve’s place a very happy man and a day later, she was at his place to see him, this time with her folk’s permission. That counted for something.
Pulling away from his grip to go sit down, Eve told him it was about time he threw on some clothes.”
“No,” he said, tightening his grip on her hand. He pulled her closer and, placing his hand on the small of her back. He used his free hand to hold her behind her neck, holding her head where he wanted it. She swallowed hard, staring hard into his eyes.
She watched him shifting his eyes from her eyes to her lips and anticipation began building up her shoes. And him, finding it difficult to resist her cute trembling lips, lips that he wanted to taste one more time, to savour, leant in and kissed her. They both closed their eyes as he sucked on her lower lips, and her encouraging him to do even more. With the kiss hitting things up, his hand left a trail as it moved from the small of her back to her ass, down to where her dress ended and slide in, running his fingers on her hip. She was now finding it difficult to stand still but she tried.
His other hand moved from behind her neck to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down. And then both his hands left whatever they were doing to come together in pushing her dress off her body, letting it fall on the floor. She now stood there in nothing but her knickers and bra, and heels. He began kissing her again, this time from her neck, and making a trail down to her collarbone, down to her breasts. As he gnawed on her nipple, she drew in a silent breath and slowly let it out through her nostrils.
And then without warning, she lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. Laying her across the bed, he followed her down to the soft mattress, kissing her again. This time with her hands moving down her inner thighs. She showed her need by the slight arching of her hip and the subtle twist of her body. Her legs relaxed and fell apart, giving him humble time to pull her knickers off.
He then kissed her soft thighs. Slowly and gently, like he was afraid he would mess with God’s creation if he did not take his time.
And as he positioned himself between her thighs, gently penetrating her, a soft moan escaped her. She wrapped her legs around him as if to encourage him to go deeper and he did, the friction bringing her closer to the edge. She gripped the sheets, trying so hard not to scream.
“Tony…” she whimpered as he pushed deeply into her body. He held on to his control. And she felt him inside her. Tony was too hot, too big, too hard and he seemed to touch her soul with every thrust. And with every thrust, making her feel possessed, she smiled to the fact that this was her man, hers and no one’s else, and he was going to be with her forever…