THE COVEN’S BRIDE
CHAPTER 13 (SPONSORED BY Anonymous)
SIBUSISO
I gently stroke Naledi’s arm, she has her head on my chest. I can tell that she is now fast asleep. I cannot believe tonight happened. I cannot believe she is that naughty. I thought she was the kind that couldn’t want to do anything because they are a virgin. I meant it when I said I don’t mind waiting for her, but at the same time, I am shocked by her naughty side.
I love a woman who is naughty in the bedroom. I love someone who isn’t afraid to s#ck me and swallow. I noticed that many women hate swallowing. I wish they knew what a turn-on it is when they look us in the eye and swallow. F*ck, even thinking about it turns me on. Being around Naledi on its own turns me on, but I will wait for her.
No one has ever died because they were h#rny. I will wait for the day I put a ring on her finger and call her my wife. We have a long way to go, introducing each other to our families and friends, planning our wedding, but I will survive. I lean, careful not to wake her up, and kiss her forehead. I love this woman so much – I know this is a line men use a lot, but I have never loved another the way I love her.
There is something different about her. There is a pull I get to want to be always next to her. If I believed in witchcraft, I would think she did something to me. I haven’t been able to take her off my mind since I laid eyes on her. I love s*x, but with her, I don’t mind waiting. My mind goes to earlier when she had my d*ck in her mouth.
If she can make me go this crazy with just her mouth, I am going to lose it when I feel her warmth. I can already imagine her being Mrs Gumbi and her carrying my children. She is gorgeous, I am very sure her genes and mine will make magic. I look around the room, hoping to find my phone, but it’s not there. Maybe I left it by the table. I get off the couch, careful not to wake up the pretty lady. I look at her sleeping peacefully – this gorgeous woman in front of me is all mine. Feels surreal.
I know I am not supposed to be moving around in her home, but I need to put her in bed. I open the blankets, then go to get her from the couch and put her in bed. I head back to the table where we were eating and pack up everything. I put the leftovers in the fridge and then cleaned up for her. She is tired, I don’t want her to have more work in the morning. I finally find my phone and call my sister.
Jasmine: What?
Me: I am not coming home tonight, tell everyone.
Jasmine: Where are you?
Me: Take care, bye…
Jasmine: Wait… are you dating now?
Me: I don’t see how that is any of your business.
Jasmine: What kind of a brother are you? Other brothers talk to their sisters, and you are just weird.
Me: I am talking to you right now, what more do you want?
Jasmine: Go to hell, Sibusiso, and I hope you two get stuck together forever during s*x.
Me: (laughing) How did you even think of that? What is wrong with you?
Jasmine: You started it. I will tell everyone what you said.
Me: Thanks, take care of yourself.
Jasmine: You too.
I was going to go home, but I feel the need to stay here and leave when Naledi wakes up. It won’t be fair for her to fall asleep with me next to her and wake up to an empty bed. I take off my clothes, leaving me with my undergarments, and get in bed next to Naledi. I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead, whispering goodnight. I can already imagine her as my wife sleeping on my chest like this every day.
I wake up early in the morning – Naledi is still fast asleep. She must have been tired because she didn’t wake up the whole night, not even to use the bathroom. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. It feels weird to be in a woman’s house, I have to say. At least she has a place of her own – I still stay with my parents.
NALEDI
Something falling wakes me up. I quickly sit up and rub my eyes. It takes me a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the lighting of the room. Sibusiso is still here. I don’t know what he dropped, but he apologizes for waking me up.
I yawn, stretching myself. “Sneaking out?”
“I would never.”
“What time is it?” I reach for my phone. It’s a couple of minutes before 8 am. I was so tired last night, I don’t remember how I fell asleep. Speaking of last night, it was amazing having Sibusiso eat me up like that. I have had men who never wanted to eat me up because I never wanted to sleep with them. I always made them happy, but they never returned the favour.
“How are you feeling today?” Sibusiso walks to the bed and kisses me.
“Baby, I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
He pulls me closer and deepens the kiss. I guess he doesn’t care. He pushes the blankets off me, gets on top of me, and still kissing me. How are we supposed to wait for our wedding night when we get like this around each other? His lips go to my neck, his hands to my bre@sts. He helps me remove my top and kisses my n*pples.
“Baby, wait!” I say, trying to catch my breath. I feel like we are going there. I don’t think he can hear me because his lips are kissing my stomach. He pulls down my p@nties, and I brace myself for what is about to happen. He spreads my l*gs and e@ts me up. This man has me screaming at the top of my lungs. I hope the other people in the building cannot hear me. He e@ts me up until I clim@x.
He brings his face to mine and whispers. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
“A good morning indeed.”
He kisses me. “You are so sweet.”
“And you drive me crazy.”
“I aim to please, my lady,” he kisses me once more.
“I need to shower before I fall asleep again.”
“Can I join you?” he winks, and I tell him no.
I might get tempted and ask him to f*ck me in the shower. This man needs to stay far away from me. He is hot and, a good kisser, and when he touches me, I lose my mind. He needs to stay away before I tell him to have me. I shower, and then he also cleans up. He says he showered when I was sleeping.
I head to the kitchen to make something to eat, and I find breakfast ready, and this man got me flowers. I smell the flowers and smile. This is my first time receiving them. Did he cook all this because I don’t think I had all these things in my fridge? I open the fridge, and it’s all stocked up. I open the freezer and it’s full. I open the pantry and it’s full. Did this man stock up my groceries while I was sleeping?
“Did you do all this?” I ask Sibusiso when he walks into the kitchen.
“I asked someone to do it for me. I don’t know how to cook.”
Most rich people don’t know how to cook. Even Tshidi. “This is lovely, thank you for stocking up my groceries.”
He pulls me closer and kisses me. “You are my woman, and I want to take care of you.”
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I can take care of myself.”
He says, “I know, but I am your man, and I want to take care of you. That is not up for discussion.”
“Yes sir.”
He kisses me. I love his kisses so much. The front door opens, and Tshidi barges in. Did we sleep with the door unlocked, or did Sibusiso leave it unlocked when he was buying things for me? I wonder how he bought all this so early, or if he knows other rich people who own stores.
“Are you two f*cking and not telling me?” Tshidi asks, causing Sibusiso to chuckle.
“Hi to you too, Tshidi,” I say and then ask Sibusiso if she remembers her.
“How can I forget the woman who made me meet my soulmate? Hey Tshidi,” Sibusiso shakes hands with her.
“You owe me for linking me up with my girl. If it weren’t for my party, you too wouldn’t know each other,” says Tshidi.
“I am sure we would have met somewhere,” I say, even though that is a lie.
Sibusiso kisses me and says, “Let me leave you two to catch up. Baby I will call you.”
Tshidi waits for Sibusiso to leave and says, “He smells like you. Did he sleep here?”
“He did.”
She pulls a chair, sits down, and starts dishing for herself. “Did you two f*ck?”
“I prefer the words make love, no, we didn’t. But I did sit on his f@ce.”
“Shut up!” she gasps. “How is he?”
“His tongue game is on point. His kisses, his hands on my body. He makes me want to do it badly.”
“Do you think you will be able to wait for the wedding night? That man looks yummy, I am sorry, but if he wasn’t yours, I would try my luck with him,” she says.
“Girl leave my man alone. I love him, and I will see how things go. I will cross the bridge when I get to it.”
“Look at that smile, you are such a gone girl. It’s nice to see you happy – I love it for you,” she says. I know she means that.