Chapter Ten

It was nearly ten P.M. when Oliver and Kema were able to get back to their room. They had ridden up in the elevator with Dare and Wumi who had come off first. Steven and Tari were the first to leave the restaurant, claiming they were rushing back to see their baby.

Kema stuck the key-card in and pushed the door to their hotel room open. She walked in, Oliver right behind her.

The instant the door shut after them, Oliver veered on Kema, pressing her to the wall by the door with his big body.

She stared up into his eyes, flaming, vivid eyes, with pupils dilated. Automatically, damp heat gathered between her thighs.

“Why didn’t you drink any of the champagne? I watched you all night. You didn’t drink one drop.”

Kema smiled. She murmured, “Sometimes I forget how observant you are.” Gulping air into her lungs, she added, “Oliver, I’m… we… are pregnant.”

His eyes expanded and he staggered backward. His voice shook. “What? H-how far along?”

“Over two months.”

“Two months! Kema. Why didn’t you-”

“I wanted to be sure. After that scare I had, remember? …I had to make sure, before I told you. But, baby…” framing his face with her hands, she whispered, “I’m sure now. We’re going to have a baby.”

“Kema… I’m… Kema, we’re going to have our own child… together… I’m… speechless…”

Kema laughed softly. He looked like a small boy, eager, galvanized. Like Santa Claus had just presented him with the world.

“I’m overcome, baby…” He murmured.

“Yes, I noticed.” She giggled.

And as he stared down at her, the wonder in his eyes magnified and transformed into flaming arousal. His gaze zoomed in on her lips.

With a groan, he swooped down on her, imprisoning her mouth with his.

She raised her face to his, giving him full access to her mouth. Her body hummed, on the verge of bursting into song.

He devoured her. She let him.

Their tongues melded into one. And then the warmth from their linked mouths surged throughout her blood, to her nerve endings, through to the pores in her skin.

Electrifying her. Making her ravenous.

Her hands flew forward, yanking at his belt, plucking open the button on the waistband of his trousers, and then zipping down.

Oliver’s mouth scorched hers. He reached out for her trousers, tugging them down, over her hips and butt.

Twisting his head to the right, digging inside her mouth with his fiery tongue, he moaned.

Damn. He couldn’t wait one second longer. Powered by an instinct older than time, Oliver’s groin pushed against hers, rotating. He dragged his mouth from hers to gawk at her face and stare into her eyes. 

Breathing like she had run a marathon, Kema took her trousers and panties off completely, abandoning them on the carpet.

Oliver’s trousers fell to his ankles. His thick penis rose, hungry, questing.

He clutched her buttocks, lifting her to his waist.

She wrapped her legs around him and then flinging her arms around his neck, she watched him insert his penis into her hot nub.

“Yessss.” She hissed as he thrust deep into her, his bulk filling her totally.

With eyes shut, mouth open, Oliver flexed his hips, his hard organ pounding into every spot in her vagina.

Oh my, so wet, so tight. He could only moan, “Kema baby, Kema baby…” on and on and on.

Moving in unison with him, Kema felt him quiver. Her legs around him tightened.

And then he opened his eyes, fixing his gaze on her beautiful face. His wife, his soul.

Bringing his mouth near her lips, he whispered, “I love you, Kema, my darling.”

The End

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Chapter Eight, Part Two

Part Two

Tari leveled up, pivoting to face him, an eyebrow raised. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Hmmm, promises, promises.” Tari murmured.

Her mother chose that moment to sweep into the room through the open door.

Tari whispered to Steven, “Talk of the angel.”

“Yeah.” He whispered back. Damn. Hope she didn’t hear any of what he had just said.

Tari’s mom was ebony-black, with a short haircut. Only her large eyes, heart-shaped face and proud nose revealed the physical similarities between her and her only daughter. Dressed in a purple and yellow bou-bou, she held out her arms to the baby.

“Go, you two. Have fun.” She smiled up at Steven and Tari. “I can never have enough of Korede. Come on, give him to me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Steven placed the baby in Mrs. Johnson’s arms.

“Ooh, you’re so cute. Who’s the cutest, most darling baby in the whole, wide world, hmmm?” She lifted him up, leaning him against her shoulder and rubbing his back.

Korede’s hands reached for his grandmother’s lips.

Watching them, Tari smiled. For most of her life, it had just been her and her mother. Her father had been absent, insignificant. A foreigner her mother had met when she was in University. Her mother had never married, although she had had lovers. But Tari had been her mother’s only child. She was used to growing up without siblings even though it had been lonely sometimes. She fully intended to give Korede a baby sister or brother sometime in the future.

“Get dressed.” Her mother said and carried the child out with her.

Tari muttered, “You were saying?” and stuck out her tongue at Steven.

He growled and then pounced, planting his mouth on hers. Her tongue met his. Twinned. Fused.

The heat registered in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. Pity they had somewhere to be. She savored his taste and then slowly, ripped her mouth away.

Steven was breathing hard, his mouth slightly ajar.

She grabbed one of his jean-clad butt cheeks. “You owe me hours of fucking.”

“No.” Steven drawled, “Days.”

***

Dare eased his hands around Wumi’s waist.

She gazed up at him. Even in her six-inch heels, he was at least an inch taller. She loved that.

“What are you doing?” she said. They had halted in front of a bank of elevators on their way down to the restaurant. 

Dare drew her closer. His warm voice tickled her right ear. “When a man loves a woman, can’t keep his mind on nothing else, he tells the world of the good thing he’s found…” He sang.

He had a lovely voice, strong and deep. It never failed to turn her to pap.

She threw her arms around his neck as he continued the song, both their bodies swaying to the music. Dancing by the elevators.

“I remember when I first saw you…” He whispered, “In church, over ten years ago. My dad had just finished the sermon. I came on the stage with the choir and then, for some reason, I stared down at your pew and… I saw you. Sitting next to your mother and father, Jasper on your other side. I knew your parents. They were my father’s friends. And I knew Jasper. But I hadn’t seen you before.”

“Yes, I was out to school more often than not.” She murmured, smiling.

“I couldn’t sing. Gaping at you, I froze. Lost my voice and for the rest of that song, I was silent.” Dare laughed. “Thank God no-one noticed. And then after the service, as subtly as I could, I tried to pump Jasper for information about you. I learnt a few things. And then, later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I was hard as a rock, dreaming of you. I-I had to help myself, use my hands to bring myself to ejaculate. I told myself that one day, I would marry you.”

Wumi’s eyes watered. “And here we are, about to get married. Oh baby, I love you. Every part of me loves you.”

Pushing her mouth on his, she thrust her tongue inside, moaning low in her throat. Her hands crept up to his neck and his smooth head. Blood thrummed in her ears.

He shoved her body closer, as if wanting to dissolve her into himself. Dare captured her tongue, drinking in the taste of her.

They consumed each other, bodies blended into one.

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