Chapter 8 - Mandla

# Chapter 8: Mandla

Mandla pushes well over the speed limit to get us home. Home. Despite how long I've craved this, I refuse to think too much on what the future might hold. It's too soon to be thinking about living together or...more. We hardly make it inside before clothes are stripped away in haste.

We're halfway down the hallway to the bedroom when Mandla presses me against the wall. My panties are the last article of clothing still on me, and he kneels in front of me as he peels them slowly down my legs.

He presses a kiss to my mound, and I whimper at the featherlight touch. His mouth moves slowly, methodically over my centre. My panties are ringed around my knees, making it impossible to spread my legs. Apparently, that's how Mandla wants it. With hands on my thighs, he uses that expert mouth to get what he wants.

His tongue parts my folds and slides into my valley. He strokes my clit with just the tip, and I feel my knees buckle.

"I got you, sthandwa," he says, moving his hands to my knees and holding them in place. He takes his time tasting me, as though memorising my pussy. How the man feels none of the urgency I do is a mystery I couldn't begin to solve right now. I'm desperate for him to plunge inside me, and yet, I never want him to stop exploring me with his mouth.

When his tongue waggles against my button, I cry out. I want so badly to spread my legs for him. He knows it too, because he just chuckles when I try. The vibration of his laughter almost takes me over the edge.

He reaches around my thigh, thrusting a finger in my channel.