He looked into my eyes for a brief moment. It was deep and intense. Then he lowered his gaze to the plate of grapes. He picked one up, “I want to feed you Annie,” he said in a voice so soft and sensual, all the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end in a sudden wave of desire.
He slid the fruit gently into my mouth. With a short gasp, I sank my teeth into it and it released a burst of sweet juice. I shut my eyes as its flavor laced round my taste buds, savouring the tanginess, sweetness and aroma at the same time. Then I felt his lips. They were soft and firm as it smacked tenderly against mine. His kiss took me by surprise, yet it didn’t feel intrusive. It felt perfectly timed as his tongue gently parted my lips, asking for an invitation to taste of its sweetness. Like a floating dream, I tilted my head to the right as my lips pouted, letting his tongue slide in. I felt his chest tighten in a short gasp. Then it relaxed into a deep throaty moan.
“Gosh, your lips taste just like wine, Annie! I feel like I’m drinking from the never-ending well of your sweetness.” He muttered as he playfully bit on my lower lip. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “You are too good to be true, Ime. You complete me in every single way.”
“No, you are the one who completes me. My missing piece,” he said as he planted a light kiss on my forehead. As my lips slid down the side of his neck, I wondered what I’d done right for Mother Nature to bless me with such a good man. His lowered his hand down my waist and pulled me into a tight embrace. I could feel his other hand stroking my thigh gently. A strong wave of desire swept across my loins and my breath tightened as I struggled to keep the passion welling inside of me under control. “You’re not going to make out with me here in the open are you?” The sound of my voice was hardly recognizable in my ears as it came out in a sharp, raspy whisper; all laced with suppressed desire.
“How I wish we were not in the open, I wouldn’t have let you go. You must have to excuse my behaving like a crazed animal. It’s almost impossible to resist a delicious-looking woman such as yourself, my lady.”
“Am I as delicious as these fresh grapes or as delicious as your grilled chicken?” I asked him coyly.
“You’re as delicious as no food any human has ever tasted.”
“So if I’m as delicious as nothing anyone has ever tasted, how come you are able to compare both tastes; seeing that you also make up the ‘anyone statistic?”
“Is that a trick question?” he asked with a laugh. “I’ve been priviledged to taste of some of the world’s best cuisine. I’ve also been more priviledged to taste those luscious lips of yours. So trust me when I say that you taste better than anything anyone has ever eaten.”
“I forgot it was Ime Akon I was talking to. You always have a way with words it’s no use arguing with you.” I laughed as I rested my head on his shoulder.
The sun was slowly setting as a huge ball of orange-red hue. From afar it looked harsh and angry, yet almost sad; like it didn’t want to miss the naughtiness of the lovers left alone in the park. As it lowered its gaze from our side of the earth, its solar grandeur waved us one last goodbye. Almost immediately, twilight mounted its sentry and welcomed us with its dim glimmer. The trees were swaying from side to side; dancing to the music of nightfall, conducted by the sweet evening breeze. The lake was not left out in the dance, as it rippled in tune to the command of the wind. The nocturnal birds and animals made up the orchestra of the eventide as they lent their voices to make music in one sweet harmony. I froze this moment forever, sealed it in the locket of my heart and lodged it safe, away in the treasure chest of my life’s memoirs. I clasped Ime’s hand in mine as I heaved a sigh of contentment. At that moment, in the midst of all the entertainment of nature’s witching hour, I knew that I was with the right man.Did you miss, previous episodes of these series? Click on the links below to read…
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