Love Like You Never Loved Before

The night fell and cast a veil over the Earth. I had pulled the curtains earlier. It was pin-drop silent in the ward, except for the erratic breathing of Christopher and the occasional moans that escaped my mouth.

I straddled him and felt my lower abdomen bulging. He was huge and would fill me to my brim every time we did it. I still could not get used to his size despite having done it with him so many times already.

I was starting to think that I had been tricked into doing this. It only took him a little sweet-talking and a beguiling gaze to enchant me into mounting him as he asked me to.

I catered to his every whim—kissing him when and where he asked me to, and gyrated my hips at his beck and call like a docile kitten. Why am I so stupid to succumb to his every desire. Have you no principle, Yvonne?

Christopher narrowed his eyes and basked in the pleasure. Gone was his mischievous manner as he writhed in contentment. He transfixed his gaze at me greedily, yanked off my blouse in a swift motion, and muttered, “You are so beautiful.”

I was abashed looking at the blouse hanging loosely around my waist. Christopher was looking for more, and he traced his cold fingers all over my body—my lower abdomen, my legs, and finally over my bareback.

It seemed like he was sending little sparks of electricity through me as I convulsed with pleasure at his touch. I could no longer hold back, and I began panting.

He always seemed to be full of virility whenever he took the lead, and exhaustion was the one thing he never knew. Why do I feel so tired when I’m the one taking the lead though? What’s more, he hasn’t even come once.

Christopher caressed my butt cheeks and said domineeringly, “Don’t be lazy, get moving.”

“Damn you, Christopher. You’re going over the line here. I’m going to squeeze you dry and make you unfit to even walk for the next three days!” I hit his hand, and he took my hand and placed it in his mouth while raising a brow and regarded me with a wicked look on his face.

“Sure, I can’t wait. Go faster, with the rate that you’re going, I’m going to fall asleep in no time.”

Despite fuming with fury, I felt my face going hot from embarrassment as it turned crimson red. Everywhere he touched burned with passion. I lowered my head and sought for his lips, biting down on him hard.

I handled him pretty well at first, but my lungs gave out as I slumped into his embrace when I felt all air drained from my lungs. In the end, I was the one to suffer.

Christopher bit on my earlobe and blew a hot kiss on my nape as he whispered into my eyes, “You used to ask me go harder and faster. Now you’ve got to return the favor.”

“I asked you to get lost too. Why aren’t you doing that?” I was rendered speechless. Why did he seem like he was never going to run out of energy while I was all tuckered out already? It’s not fair!

Finally, after my unrelenting effort, the man finally came. When I was cleaning him, Christopher cupped his chin and regarded my waist as he said seriously, “It seems like you need to work on your flexibility and endurance.”

I gave him a slap right then. A man should take the lead in this matter. I only took initiative this time because he was injured. He’d better dream on if he thought that I was going to take initiative from here on out.

I opened the window to let the air out after we were done. I noticed Darius sitting on a chair in the hallway after opening the door. There were a few cigarette butts under his chair. It seemed like he had been here for some time.

Horrified at the realization, I was at a loss. I had sex with Christopher while Darius was out just there. He should have heard everything.

If there was a hole right in front me, I would have jumped into it without hesitation.