Chapter Eight

They were both sprawled flat on the bed, breathing hard with their mouths wide open. Their chests were heaving with the force of their breathing, it had been an epic ride indeed. It had been incredible and it was the best experience she had had so far. Both in bed and out of it.

How on earth could anything compare with really good sex? As in sex that was only sex with nothing else involved. No commitment, no money, no love, just raw and unadulterated sex. It was the best kind of sex to have. Because when the other factors began to come in, negative energy would then start to showcase its presence and ruin things.

She enjoyed it this way better. There was no risk of falling in love and wondering about other girls in his life just as he would not worry about the man in her life. All they had together was just the sex, there was no other form of commitment whatsoever. And that was how it was going to be. For as long as she was in Lagos, she would be willing to take the great sex he dished out as long as he was willing to give it.

But then she would have to be extremely careful, should he begin to show feelings of attachment and wanting to commit. That would be the best time to cancel the deal because she already had a man that she was in love with.

And speaking of the man, she turned in the bed to look at him. The after-sex glow on him was just too damn good. It made her want to just lick up his face. He was staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath.

Their bodies were both glistening with sweat, despite the air conditioner being on and pumping cold air into the room. They were shiny under the glare of the fluorescent bulb that flooded the room with bright light. Their chests were heaving with the force of the way they were both breathing.

The television was still on and it was still on the music channel. There was a song by Zlatan that was currently playing, so she reached for the remote and turned it off. The music was not doing anything at all to make the mood more romantic, if not it sounded like a song that was surely going to kill the vibe.

She slowly sat up.

“Wow…” Femi muttered as he was finally able to shift, his manhood was now semi-hard and lying limply on his stomach. For a few minutes, he had felt as if he was paralyzed. “That was intense, it seems even you did not know how much you needed this. Well, I definitely got more than I bargained for.”

“It was intense indeed.” She replied, taking the remote to the air conditioner and putting it on full blast, she immediately felt the shift in the atmosphere as the cold in the air increased. The sweat on their bodies began to dry off at once.

She then turned to look at him, “you really delivered as promised.”

“Of course,” he said smugly, a smile tugging at his lips. “If there is one thing I do not do, it is to bluff when it comes to sex. Anything at all that I promise to do to you, you can be sure to receive it in full measures.”

She laughed at that then got off the bed, walking naked across the room she opened up the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, “you need one?”

“Hell yes,” he told her. “I am feeling like I have not drunk water for the past two weeks. But then, it is a consequence of good sex.”

She threw the bottle at him and pulled out another one, and then she closed the fridge. It was not yet as cold as she would have loved it to be, seeing as she had put them in not too long ago. But at least it was now some degrees below the room temperature and she had to make do with that for now.

“For someone that has not really done this before, you sure learn quickly.” He muttered as he took a deep gulp of water.

“Come on…” she muttered with a smile. “It is sex, what is hard or difficult in it? Moreover with a man like you knowing what you have to do it is just all the easier for me.”

“I guess, but you know how to take it. And that is a compliment because some ladies do not. The way they take it can be a major turn-off for me.”

“Wow… you must have gone through quite a lot for you to come to that conclusion.”

He gave a noncommittal shrug, “I enjoy good sex and spontaneous sex. Deals like the one we made excite me, being with the same lover for a long time makes me feel bored after a while. And since I do not want to be a cheat, I avoid the entire relationship game altogether.”

At the word ‘cheat’, Adaeze felt a pang of conscience spear through her and into her heart. She looked away from him and faced the wall instead, so the guilty feeling that was welling inside her would go away.

But then that was what she was, she was officially a cheat. And she had done it when it was just two weeks to her wedding to the man she loved. What the hell was wrong with her?

When she was done drinking, she tossed the bottle into the trash can and made her way to the bathroom, “I need to freshen up.”

It was the only way she would get herself back in the right frame of mind to see her mission through to the desired end.

“Okay…” he nodded at her, going through his trousers so he could pull out his phone. “I am not going anywhere, baby.”

She opened the door to the bathroom and walked in, gently closing it behind her.

Her muscles were still tingling from the insane sex she had just been put through, even standing upright was not so easy for her.

She stopped before the sink and looked at the mirror, her eyes were wide open, and looked alive. More alive than she had ever seen them. It was as if there was a form of fire that had been ignited inside her and it was burning intensely inside her.

Saying she enjoyed the sex with Femi would be a gross understatement because it went beyond that for her. It was everything she had expected and then some more. Nothing at all like how sex had been with her husband, it could not be compared in any way. Unless of course in the love aspect.

She loved Eche so much, she really did. But then sex with him could never be this good. He had never made her cum before, and now she had done it twice in a row. While he had quite a sizable manhood, he just did not know how to make good use of it.

And she had gone to look for someone that could make good use of their own, and it was good. It was good indeed.

She could still remember the feeling of him tearing thrusting into her, filling her up while his hands caressed her breasts. It was a feeling she would remember until she went to her grave. Thinking about it was even making her horny all over again.

With a sigh of contentment, she turned away from the mirror and climbed under the shower. She put it on and let the cold water cascade down her body. She let out a yelp as the cold hit her. After all the chill she had been exposing herself to, it came as quite a shock to her. Then she let out a burst of small laughter. She did not even know what was funny, she was just feeling happy she was on this trip and everything was going according to plan.

Who knew what other surprises lay in store for her?

After the water had run all over her, she reached out and grabbed the soap. Seeing as she had just bought it was still wrapped up. So she unwrapped it and tossed the wrapper into the bin that was placed close to the door.

She was about to begin soaping herself when the door opened and Femi’s head popped in.

“You need a hand?” He asked.

She smiled at him, tilting her head to the side as she felt a familiar tingle go down her spine, “sure. Come on in.”

He walked in, still naked.

He joined her under the shower and let it run all over him as well. Then he took the soap from her hand, turned off the shower, and began to use it over her body.

“Do you really need the soap though?” He asked quietly as he ran it across her breasts, “after all it is just sweat you need to wash off.”

“Just habit…” she muttered as he pinched her nipple, sending a dart of pleasure straight down to the space between her legs. “If I just come here and pour water over my body without doing anything else, I would not consider myself clean enough. Hence the soap.”

“Hence the soap,” Femi echoed as he handed the soap to her. “My turn.”

Her body was already covered in lather, so she took it from him and began to run it across his body as well. He did not leave her though, he kept running his hands all over her, the soap made it feel extra smooth and all the sweeter for both of them.

When she was done, she returned the bar of soap to its case just as he wrapped his arms around her and used his hands to cup her behind, pulling her closer to him.

“This is just so soft,” he muttered against her ear as her breasts were crushed against his chest. “I do not want to let it go.”

She circled her hands around his neck and lifted her head for his kiss. He kissed her with just as much fervor as before. She could feel his manhood begin to harden between them. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it.

“Oh yes…” he groaned.

Then he reached out and turned on the shower. The water began to run over them both again, washing off the soap from their bodies. They kept washing, making sure all traces of the soap were gone indeed. Soon they were not washing again, they were touching each other.

While they kissed, his fingers made their way down her body and gently pried her gently apart.

“Oh yeah…” she groaned, holding on to him tight as she felt pleasure go through her like a spear. She cried out again as he began to dip his finger inside her. Soon, only one finger was not enough and he slipped in the second finger, sending her into a frenzy even as his thumb gently massaged her over and over.

Her body was assaulted with pleasure from different angles all she could do was just stroke his manhood more fervently.

When he felt his orgasm begin to build up, he realized then that he had to change tactics.

He pulled his fingers out of her and immediately turned her around, pulling her away from the wall a little so that she could bend towards it with her behind pointing at him.

“Oh boy…” she groaned as she realized what was about to happen.

Anticipation, mixed with excitement and dread flowed through her for about a second. Then all was forgotten as she felt the head of his already engorged manhood pierce through and into her.

“Damn…” they both groaned at the same time.

He did not stop; instead, he kept pushing through, causing her to cry out as she held on to the wall for support. He kept going in until he was buried deep inside her, down to the hilt. Again.

“Shit!” She cried out, she felt so filled up as if he was the one that completed her. And it felt so damn good.

He pulled out slowly and slammed back into her. She let out a piercing scream at that as he did it again and again.

Then he grabbed her by the breasts and squeezed them as he kept plowing into her, the water kept running over them as his manhood continued digging into her. Soon, she was plastered against the cold wall and he was pressed against her as he kept giving it to her, making her moan nonstop.

Then he suddenly stopped and pulled out.

“What?” She gasped as she looked back at him.

He did not say anything, he simply turned her around once more and grabbed her by the behind, he placed her against the wall and slammed into her once more, effectively pinning her to the wall with his strength.

“Oh God...” she muttered, grabbing onto his shoulders as what she was feeling was just too much for her.

How could she survive all these good things that were happening to her body all at the same time? Her breasts were jiggling from the force of his thrusts, and he was punctuating each stroke with a grunt of his, slamming into her over and over again.

For a better balance, she placed one leg on the floor and used the other to wrap around him, tilting her pelvis to a better angle so he could have better access.

“Oh yes…” he muttered as he squeezed her behind while holding her close as if he wanted to go all the way inside her.

The pace increased, the slap of their bodies filled up the bathroom, and their cries and grunts bounced off the walls as they raced towards their completion. They were almost there.

Just when she had thought it could not get better, Femi just kept surprising her. With a growl, he pressed his body against her and gave a light bite on the nape of her neck. This was what did it for her. The pleasure was like lightning, charged with enough electricity to power a city and it crossed from that spot he had bitten through her body and down to the spot between her legs.

And the orgasm hit her like a bloody bulldozer.

She let out a loud cry as her body jerked once, then again, and then continued as he kept pounding into her. She was pressed against him and the wall, so there was no room for much maneuvering. All she could do was cry as the orgasm tore through her mercilessly, making her quiver like a wind trapped in a gale.

But he was not done yet. So she grabbed his behind and pulled him closer, pushing him as deep as he could go while she clenched herself around him.

“Oh damn!” He gasped just before his control snapped and he began to release. He jerked as well his manhood spewed its seed deep into her womb. She did not let him go, she kept her walls tight around him and her hands on his behind while he kept jerking over her until he was completely drained.

And that was when they finally stopped.

And the only thing that could be heard was their hard breathing.