CHAPTER ONE:
He was her entire world. The only thing that had ever made any sense to her and Anita had loved him like her own soul.
Of all the things in the world imaginable to her, never did she ever imagined that he would leave alone. So vulnerable and cold.
It had been seven months. She should know; she had been counting. Seven long months since those mornings when she would open her eyes to a wet kiss from the only man she had ever loved so deeply.
Theirs wasn’t some sort of half commitment love. Nero made it obvious from the first day they met that he really wanted her in his life and he did everything to show this. Every morning it was something different. Something new. Anita would go to bed knowing fully well that she would wake up to some new display of affection from the only man she loved.
She remembered those days they used to live apart, it used to be text messages. She would wake up each morning to a mind-blowing text from her man. She would read it, then smile, then read it some more and chuckle at his word play before finally dialing his number. Then she would sit up, bracing herself up for words that she was sure would brighten her day some more.
“Hello Lover,” she would salute.
“Hi beautiful!” This was always his usual response.
Ah! How the sound of his voice in the morning always seemed to cause an instant blood rush which would materialize via a visible blush on her face was something Anita was still trying to figure out.
Just a sentence from him and she was already feeling like taking off her clothes. This man. This was exactly why she wouldn’t let him sleep over or sleep at his place. Under his gaze, she seemed to melt every time. And whenever she watched him talk, there always that urge to cover his lips with hers. Then there was the way his touch made her joints weak.
She loved this guy with all her heart. She was certain about. But she was a virgin and had plans to stay that way until her wedding night. Nero had seemed to be okay with it that night she told him how there would be no sex in their relationship.
“Naaaah! That’s fine. Sex or no sex, I just want to be with you.”
But listening to his deep early morning voice was beginning to make her doubt her ability to keep that decision.
“I take it that you slept well, love!” his continued, interrupting her chain of thoughts.
“Uhm? Yeah! Sure. Sure, I did.”
“What? Tell me. You were thinking just now. What were you thinking about, dear?”
“Oh. Nothing really. I was only imagining what it would feel like to wake up to you in person. I mean I love these text messages I wake up to. But I can’t help wondering what waking up next to you would feel like, Papi.”
“Really now?”
“Yeah! I know it’s silly and all,” she replied suddenly feeling shy.
“No. it’s not silly. Matter of fact, I think we could make it work.”
“Make it work? Nero? What are you saying?”
“I am saying you can wake up next to me. In fact, you can wake up next to me tomorrow morning.”
“Ah! Nero, I am not sure. You know. We might!”
“What? Have sex? Well, I can I hold myself. Can you?”
“Well. I guess, I can try,” she had replied. She was almost sure that was a lie but she was really tired of waking up alone. So she said it a second time. “Yeah, I think I can hold myself.” But this time it was more of a reassurance to herself than a response to Nero.
And so, it began. Sleeping on the same bed. Waking up to each other at least three times in a week. And it was wonderful. Nero would rise up early and fix up some amazing breakfast.
She was not even married, yet she was already enjoying all the perks of being married; a partner to talk to until two A.M in the morning, a personal alarm, her personal body guard and caretaker, and of course, a chef who makes and serves her breakfast in bed. This was everything she imagined a relationship should be and more.
Sharing the same bed was more than a beautiful idea. The late night cuddles and the early morning wet kisses were only making her love this guy even more.
But three weeks into their new arrangement, Anita discovered that it was starting to become impossible for her to sleep if Nero wasn’t cuddling her.
So, that night while seeking to be cuddled even tighter, she had kept pushing her ass towards Nero until she could feel his erection. And then it seemed the more she rubbed against it, the harder it got.
At first, she felt amazed at how she was dictating the hormonal changes in Nero’s body. Then she felt something else, almost immediately; a sudden urge to have her bare skin rub against Nero’s.
“Nero? Are you asleep?” she dared to ask.
“How can I be when you are busy getting me all hardened up?.” It sounded more like a lamentation than a complaint.
It felt even more sexy hearing him admit what she already knew. She turned her face to him and kissed him like she had never done before.
And he was more than happy to return it even as she rose with a striking speed to lay on top of him without breaking lip contact even for a second.
The kiss held more demand to it but it felt too good to be interrupted.
Minutes later, Anita stopped as if to catch her breath then she went for his left ear, nibbling on it and whispering softly, “I want you to make love to me, Papi!”
Startled, Nero pulled backwards.
“What?”
“I mean it,” Anita replied moving closer to him. “I mean I’ve always known I would give my virginity to the man I truly love. And I truly love you, Nero! And I doubt if there’s a love out there better than what you have shown me these past twelve months. So there’s no way I would regret letting you have me tonight.”
“Are you sure you are not just saying these because of the intense kissing just now?”
“No. I have been thinking about it for a long time now.”
“How long?”
“Well, since the first day we kissed. But more so since the first time we shared a bed. And…” Then she stopped as if realizing something before continuing.
“Wait, I am willing offering myself to you. I thought you would be overjoyed and pounce on me to devour me.” Then she laid back and covered her face suddenly feeling ashamed from what appeared to be a rejection.
Nero moved in quickly and, removing her hands from her face, whispered and said, “of course I am overjoyed and I would love nothing more than to pounce on you this very minute. But you have kept this thing all your life and I am just wondering if you really want to let it go now, tonight.”
“Everything feels better with you, Papi. And I am sure this too would. So yes, I am sure.”
“Alright then,” Nero replied smiling mischievously before kissing her and slowly undressing her with so much precision and care.
That was almost two years ago but yet as Anita sat there reminiscing, she couldn’t help but smile at the intense pleasure from that night.
To Be Continued……
Ejeh John Onuma 