Chapter 3 - The Door Left Open

CHAPTER 3: THE DOOR LEFT OPEN

Sometime later that night, Zola awoke to the feel of Ntombi's hand gently stroking his rapidly hardening member. He turned his head to her and asked playfully, "Are you trying to kill me? Is that what's going on?"

Ntombi giggled lightly. "Oh, no, Malume Zola. You are much too strong for a little girl like me to injure you!"

She gave the lie to her girlishly voiced disclaimer by tugging more firmly on him beneath the covers. Zola laughed out loud at her playful mood. He rolled over to lie atop her, pinning her down. "So, trying to wear out the old man, huh? Well, we'll see about that," he joked. He grinned down at her, then stopped her return smile with a deep, smouldering kiss that left her breathless. When she was panting into his mouth and the fires of lust were once again raging inside her, Zola began to kiss his way lower and lower on her body.

He started with nibbling on her ears and neck, noting with interest the way that she moaned each time he bit gently at her shoulders. He then traced paths with his tongue, wending his way slowly down to her breasts. When he got there, he took his time, torturing her by kissing in gentle circles around each breast, but carefully avoiding her nipples. Soon, Ntombi was pleading with him, "Please, Zola, please kiss them."