So sorry about last week. It was my birthday and my devices decided to go off on me as a birthday gift. Hence, I’m deviceless. Anyway, Remember 2 weeks ago I said I had sex worse than the worst sex I had ever had. Well, let’s continue…
I woke up the next morning and found myself alone in the bed. I really wasn’t in the mood to face him. Not after that nonsense sex. I got up to use the bathroom and when I got out, there was breakfast by the bedside. I rolled my eyes when I saw Tunde looking at me sheepishly like he had done something wrong.
“What is it?”, I asked.
‘I know last night was horrible, you don’t have to say anything. I know it sounds cliché but I was exhausted yesterday. I shouldn’t have touched you but I just couldn’t resist. It’s okay if you change your mind about me. No one wants to be stuck with horrible sex but if you give me another chance, I’ll prove myself’. I sort of melted at that.
I mean, this man is hella sensitive. Some men wouldn’t even notice. I decided to give him another chance. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be as bad. Plus, he makes some mean ass breakfast.
He had some meetings to attend to so I was left alone to faff around. I noticed there were new dresses for me in the closet and I took a shower and got dressed.
I took the time to do some sight seeing with the driver and buy some souvenirs at the market. When we got back, Tunde was already home and was fixing lunch. Standing by the door, watching him, I began to imagine if I was married to him or we had a real relationship, how it would feel like.
He seemed so domineering, yet so under my control. I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
“What’s cooking?” I asked.
‘Nothing serious. Just pasta. I havent made that in a long time’.
“You know, I’m surprised you cook. A multi millionaire. Where do you have the time to even learn how to?”
He gave a heart laugh at my question. The one I’ve sort of come to love.
‘Well, I used to be a bachelor. That’s how I learnt. I don’t cook at home, of course. Except I’m alone in one of the European countries where I’ve got a condo and there’s no cook with me. I quite enjoy it. Just don’t tell my wife I said that’. I giggled conspiratorially.
Soon, lunch was ready and we settled down in the floor in front of the TV. In that moment, it didn’t feel like we were two people having some sort of sexual arrangement.
The way he listened to me as I explained certain flings I felt his companies needed to do was exhilarating. It was different from what I was used to.
We finished eating and I snuggled up against him, planting little kisses around his ear and beard. From time to time, he’d turn to me and kiss me. I figured if I wanted to get the best out of it, I’d have to take charge.
I straddled him, taking off my dress (I wore nothing underneath since I was in a car all day). The look on his face was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned towards him, giving him a boob to nibble and placing his hand on my second boob. If I wanted him to please me, I was going to have to teach him. Luckily he was a fast learner.
I planted little kisses down his chest, teasing his nipples and going further down to his belly button. As I played with it, I pulled his shorts down, moving my tongue down. He sucked in a breath when my tongue rested on penis.
Looking at him and smiling, my mouth enveloped his member and moved down his shaft. Using my tongue to tickle his pee hole, I teased him for a bit and moved to his balls, tea-bagging him. The surprise in his breath told me what I needed to know. Sucking on his balls for a little longer, I proceeded to give him the best blow job he has ever gotten.
Just when I senses he was about to cum, he pulled out, flipped me over and moved his face to my pussy. He took a lick. Probably liking what he tasted, he proceeded to tickle it with his tongue. He stuck his finger into my pussy while his tongue tortured my clit in a good way. Just as I was about to cum, I felt his dick, big and thick dive slowly into my pussy. It hurt a little due to his size but I soon got used to it. Slowly, he fucked me, picking up pace until I urged him to go faster. It wasn’t long after I came, squirting all over his dick, he came too.
He rolled over, turned towards me & in seconds, he was asleep. I didn’t mind tho. I could forgive that after all, the sex wasn’t as bad as the first.
Before long, I too dozed off with his arms wrapped around me.