A Valentine's story (part 2)

I truly wanted to post the second part of this story on Valentine's day thinking there would be no action but.......well, you know now! Anyway, here it is, even if after the fact and guess what? It extends beyond part 2 and just keeps going. I hope you like it and please do let me know what you think, thanks!


The story continues................................

Serious; that was the one word that captured Segun’s looks. He looked studious in a serious way, not geeky, no; he was too fine to be nerdy either. He had the kind of head that could be described as birth-friendly, the kind that did not make it difficult for the woman to bear down and push out the baby that was ready to be birthed.  He was the first of four children, two boys and two girls and had always been admonished about setting a good example. This had all but killed any excitement or ability to be excitable that had been embedded in his genes. So everyone thought, until he met Sola. He took one look at her and seemed to hand over the remote control to his life and emotions. With her, he came alive even physically. His serious look disintegrated and he became animated whenever she was around and as such became strikingly handsome. He wondered what his life would become without Sola in it and if he would even want to continue to live.

He pulled up to his gate and pressed the signature horn tune which usually alerted Musa to his arrival. After waiting for some minutes without any response from within the house, he alighted from his car and approached his gate. Musa was nowhere around and so he used his keys to open the gate and drove in. Sola’s car was not in its usual place and his heart sank all over again. Where do I begin to look for her, he wondered? He had called her ‘sister’ Tinuke who had said she had not seen her and who had promised to call him once she had any news for him. If anyone would know where Sola was, he trusted that Tinuke would and discovering she did not know had sent a cold shiver down his spine. He had assumed she would go to Tinuke’s. He started to open the front door and then sat down on the steps dejectedly wondering where Musa had also gone to. 'Is my life unravelling already?' he mused. 'I have done everything I ought, she was just unhappy, I don’t know why and I seem to be unable to do anything to make it better. I love her, you know, God, please bring her back to me', he prayed silently, looking up at the sky. It was now getting dark as the sun was setting. The entire scenery of beauty as the sun hung over the horizon was lost on Segun. He hardly ever noticed such things until Sola pointed them out and now there was no Sola to point them out. He sighed and stood up dejectedly to go in and find something to eat. He hoped the twins were doing alright.

Sola heard Segun’s keys at the gate and hurriedly emptied the bowl of melted chocolate on her naked body and squirmed. It felt all gooey and sticky as she hurriedly spread it all over her breasts and tried to stop it from flowing down to her crotch. Tinuke had given her terse instructions about how if she wanted any action, she was to ensure the chocolate did not get to her crotch or Segun would not want to stop the tongue action. She still felt slightly sore from the Brazilian wax that Tinuke had insisted on and she had screamed in terror when the lady at the spa had jerked the latex off her, taking all of her pubic hair with it and leaving such pain that she had cried out for her mummy and Tinuke had laughed at her, telling her the benefits were such that her Mummy would want to hear none of it. Tears had come to her eyes but she hurriedly blinked them back and grimaced as she asked Tinuke how many times she put herself through such agony. Tinuke had winked back at her saying ‘Mind over matter tinz’ and she had gingerly stepped off the couch while cursing in Ijebu language.

Sola positioned herself behind the sitting room door for maximum effect and prayed fervently that all was well with Segun’s heart. She would hate to kill him with too much excitement and she sometimes suspected that he was overwhelmed by how great their lovemaking was. He always looked like he would burst into tears at any time and always sighed so contentedly that she felt he was perfectly happy. But Sola felt there could be more and this was why she had prepared this treat. A feast of the senses. She would be in charge, tease him to the point of no return and then sate him such that their regular love making would pale into insignificance and a new high would be set. This was why she had been acting out the part of the dissatisfied wife for the past month and had deposited their twin children with her sister for the weekend and she was going to have her wicked way with her husband and imprint his body with her lovemaking and make scenes of every single room of their home that his mind would never be able to erase. She applied the cut-out strawberries to her nipples and struck a pose.

Segun opened the door to the sitting room, turned to drop his briefcase and jacket on the sofa, saw Sola, and froze. He experienced a myriad of emotions at the same time and his understanding seemed to kick in as to what this entire past month had been about. Relief, disbelief, desire, shock, raw need, gratitude, relief and disbelief mingled and had he not been holding onto the door, his knees would have buckled and he would have ended on the floor. He had heard all manner of stories about how exotic Tinuke and Uncle Tokunbo’s sex life was from Sola but had never imagined that she wanted any of such in their marriage and since she always set the pace, and he was content anyway, he never bothered to find out more. But here, standing in their sitting room was his wife, a vision of loveliness, naked loveliness covered in, could that be chocolate, he wondered? Ah! He loved chocolate, had always done, it was his one weakness after Sola and so here, standing before him, were his two vices in one. He remembered to send a prayer of thanks to God as he reached out to her, asking, to be sure, ‘Sola?’ The stress he had been through, it would not surprise him if he had dreamed her up but no…..even though she moved out of his reach, he saw the corners of her lips lift in that her characteristic naughtiness…….

She crooked her finger in his direction and splayed her arms to indicate that he should spread his so she could take his clothes off. He shook his head, hurriedly trying to divest himself of his clothes but she shook her head and made a sound to let him know that would not be acceptable to her. He looked at her closely and was frustrated at not being able to see her eyes clearly. She had on a purple mask that had blue feathers framing her face and a thong in the same shade of purple. She pulled his tie and turned in a  Beyonce-esque manner as she pulled him away from the door towards the cornerpiece sofa that she liked to rest in when he got back from work. Aside from the mask and thong, she had on purple stilletos that accentuated her long slim legs. He followed willingly, he would have gotten down on all fours at this time if she had indicated this would be ok, but he knew Sola would dictate the pace. She always did and he was content to do her bidding. She was the most unselfish person he knew and knew his pleasure was what this was all about.

He tried to touch her but she moved out of reach again. He needed to kiss her to assure himself she was real. He looked at her and pleaded with his eyes and made to kiss her. She looked at him and seemed to give him permission to kiss her. He leaned forward and she met him halfway, only when he kissed her and invaded her mouth with his tongue, his tongue came in contact with a rich mix of a juice that tasted of fruity goodness. She had some juice in her mouth obviously and he had to take a minute to catch his breath. She had undone all the buttons on his shirt at this time and he could feel his trousers drop around his ankles. She dropped to her knees in one smooth motion and in one fluid motion, popped something into her mouth and take his already swelling manhood in her mouth. The shock of the coldness of her mouth brought realisation and understanding to his mind. She had put ice chips in her mouth and was now coaxing a reaction from his penis in the most exciting manner. She had done this before and he had been hard put to last for any length of time. He sighed and wondered how much longer he could stop from exploding into Sola’s mouth as he tried to stop her as her moved her tongue around him and took his whole length into her mouth, back and forth and stuck her tongue into the tiny hole he peed from. He knew he could not hold back anymore and as that thought reached his consciousness, he spurted all over Sola’s pretty mask. She divested him of his clothes and he looked at her as she skipped out of reach again.

Sola had 'eeuuuwwed' when Tinuke had tried to show her how to bring Segun to a quick climax with a banana during her ‘classes’ but she knew she would be able to do it. Segun’s eyes had a way of bringing out the vixen in her and knew one look was all it would take. The kiss had already got her juices flowing, in her blood vessels and in her secret woman centre. She pulled Segun down now and guided his lips to her strawberry topped nipple and teased him by keeping his lips away from the chocolate. She had found the chocolate-dipped body amusing as she knew how much her Segun loved chocolate. She could see his eyes straying to the areas where she was chocolate covered and knew he would soon be unable to stop himself. His eyes would tell her and then she would allow him a taste of her chocolate covered mid riff. Everything was going well, just as she had hoped and Tinuke had helped her plan.

She slid down on the sofa taking Segun with her, a willing slave, ready to do her every desire. She knew he was at the limit of his endurance when he lifted his head from sucking on her nipple and asked her permission to taste her chocolatey goodness. He licked from her neck down to her cleavage and proceeded to her midriff, looking up to plant kisses on her lips as if to say ‘thank you’. His fingers found her core at the same time and when he invaded her moistness, she arched her back and then willed herself to stop. 'I am in control', she told herself. Segun’s fingers thought otherwise as they found her ‘lips’ and teased them. Segun sensing her fragile hold on her ability to be the ‘Master in charge’ replaced his fingers with his mouth and she breathed his name in that familiar manner that assured him she wanted more. More was a combination of his lips and fingers working on her ‘lips’ making her feel parts of her body she was unaware existed.

Segun watched her climax and moved to plant kisses on her face and hug her to re-assure himself that all was well between them. He wanted to ask so much but his turgid penis had brushed Sola’s mid riff and she was busy fitting him into her very moist core which drove all rational thought from his mind as she fit around him like a glove.  He always wondered how she always managed to remain so tight after all this time but had experienced her vaginal muscles, they drove him over the edge at his every climax, milking his orgasm till every last drop of semen was sucked out of his penis. He knew he was about to experience the same delicious assault to his senses and he obliged as she bent away from him and gave room to his thrusts, meeting him with thrusts of her own which threatened his mind all the way to his toes. They moved in unison and soon screamed their climax into each other’s ears as they held onto each other as they toppled over. They lay on the floor together while Segun whispered ‘I love you, Sola’ into her ears over and over again like a mantra…..She said little which was unlike her...

Oh!My! I really hope you forgive the liberties I have taken.....will be good and post the rest soonish, ok?