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I love it when he wakes me up with his lips, like he is doing now.<\/p>\n
You don\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n
I absolutely love it when I am coaxed from deep sleep to grogginess by his kisses all over my body.<\/p>\n
Obinna is a fantastic lover, and he knows it.<\/p>\n
I remember how hard he had laughed, the day I said with conviction that sex is overrated. Someone has been having mind blowing sex, he said in between bouts of laughter. I felt he was mocking me, so I went on to try to prove my point. Mistake. Well, sweet mistake. But seriously, I said, how do you justify all that huffing and puffing and grunting and sweating? How?<\/p>\n
Huffing and puffing? Hahaha! He laughed even harder. I felt like a clown\u2019s side show. Have you been sexing The Big Bad Wolf? He asked. If he were any lighter skinned, I\u2019m sure his face would have been red as a tomato.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t understand what he found so funny. You\u2019re acting so smug, I questioned, deepening the frown on my face.<\/p>\n
What do those girls see in you anyway?<\/p>\n
He was too cocky, so sure of himself. Someone needed to wipe that smirk off his yellow pawpaw face.<\/p>\n
Yo, you\u2019re a good friend to me, he said. Otherwise, I\u2019d show you myself. Hell, I\u2019d even make you eat your words about how overrated sex is. But then\u2026, he let it trail off.<\/p>\n
Am I not desirable enough for you? I asked. A challenge.<\/p>\n
He laughed at me again. Chisom! Since when did you start to fish for comments?! Woo, leave the matter, you\u2019re like my bro biko, he said like I had sprouted a dick where my kitty was.<\/p>\n
Being called a \u2018bro\u2019 by a hot blooded male somehow does the wrong things for your ego. I think you\u2019re just scared to be a proof of my belief that sex is overrated, I said.<\/p>\n
I am not quite sure you can handle real sex, seeing how overrated it is to you, he said. A counter challenge.<\/p>\n
The sound of my jaw hitting the floor was deafening. What? Oh no, this Negro, Nigerian male did not!<\/p>\n
In retrospect, I think he sprang me a trap and I walked boldfaced right into it. I\u2019ll spare you the details of how we moved from the challenge to the doing. All I remember is, the way he nibbled on my ear felt different. Where other guys slobbered on my poor lobe like it was a lollipop, he nibbled very lightly. His pillow soft lips made the sensation even worse. He kissed everywhere, I mean, everywhere. Fuck, I didn\u2019t even know I had a sweet spot behind my knees.<\/p>\n
I am no screamer. I find it very pretentious. It\u2019s the reason watching any porno flick is utter comedy for me. I mean, who does that? But lord knows I am ashamed of how hard I screamed at his first thrust. Sweet Jesus. I screamed. Oh, I screamed.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t even the fact that I was cumming for the fourth time, or that it was my first orgasm from the actual sex itself. I screamed like, fuck yes! Where the hell have you been, you fucking pleasure<\/p>\n
The bastard had this smug smile on his face. The bastard knew. Oh, he knew it was the first time I\u2019d cum on a dick.<\/p>\n
Fuck. Where was I?<\/p>\n
I\u2019m so wet.<\/p>\n
Oh yeah, he\u2019s waking me up.<\/p>\n
You never know with this Obinna boy. Sometimes, he\u2019ll slip right in. And I\u2019ll wake up with his dick slipping and sliding inside me, the sheer pleasure of it making my waking process even slower. Other times, he\u2019ll pleasure me with his tongue and fingers.<\/p>\n
This time he has his tongue-aaaah FUCK! Oh shit, I think I said that out loud. I am sure Obinna understands that I am a cultured young lady and I don\u2019t swear. But sometimes, it can be so difficult to maintain composure.<\/p>\n
In the haze of pleasure that is my brain, something is amiss. The flicks of his tongue seem softer. Oh waaaaait, SHIT! A woman can\u2019t even striiiiiiing a thought right. He\u2019s found a rhythm, an agonizingly slow one. His left thumb and forefinger part my nether lips, his tongue teases my clit. In circles, then eights and then Zs. He then flicks his tongue around my clit, dragging his tongue everywhere but on my clit. Finally, he does but it\u2019s just a slight tap on it with the tip of his tongue. I raise my hips and he raises his head along with me and stops. Bastard, I mutter. I hear a muffled chuckle. I don\u2019t care. He continues to lick.<\/p>\n
He slips in one finger, and then two. He crooks his fingers calling out to my pleasure with his fingers. I have a small tremor, two shudders buzz right through my body. It\u2019s a 2 on the Richter scale. The seismic pressures in my body are building. I hear shamefully embarrassing moans and entreaties to go faster. I know that\u2019s not me. I can never sound so desperate. I wish he would pick up the pace though. I am so close. His fingers inside me are more insistent but not faster,.<\/p>\n
Stop, I scream, it\u2019s too much. The Idiot stops. I don\u2019t open my eyes but I know he\u2019s smiling. Bastard. I didn\u2019t say you should stop, I say urgently, even though the pressure deep inside me has not ebbed in anyway. He must have chuckled. I don\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
You know that thing about men not thinking when they are aroused because all the blood is in their groin. It applies to women too. I could not for the life of me connect one thought with the other. Sweet crown of Odin. Obinna. Fuck. Me. Now. The line between thought and vocalized groans blur. He picks up pace. That\u2019s where I lose it.<\/p>\n
The Big Bang.<\/p>\n
Some see Roman Candles behind their eyes. The roman candles are between my legs. I feel like I am slammed hard into a wall of silken feathers. I blackout for what feels like two seconds but I know it is definitely longer. I slowly open my eyes to that shit eating grin; that smile that is smeared wantonly with my juices.<\/p>\n
Only, this grin is at first unrecognizable. The face mirrored mine.<\/p>\n
Ifeoma.<\/p>\n
My cousin.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s twin sister\u2019s daughter. My blood. We might as well have been twins with how alike we look.<\/p>\n
My head is in too much of a haze of pleasure to think. But somewhere deep inside me I recoil in horror. I remember what was amiss now. We\u2019d gone partying together for her birthday, so I\u2019d slept over.<\/p>\n
She\u2019s still smiling. She licks her lips, seeming to roll the taste of me around on her tongue. Very smug.<\/p>\n
I love how you scream out loud, she says. Still smug. Bad mistake.<\/p>\n
I lunged at her to gouge her eyes out. The rapist.<\/p>\n
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