Chapter 2 - The Confessions

CHAPTER 2: THE CONFESSIONS

I'm so intoxicated by my first — epic — orgasm that I don't think to stop Onkgopotse or negotiate. I hum, and just when I think he's going to push his cock inside, he unexpectedly pulls me up to stand on numb feet. He sweeps an arm behind my back and one under my knees to scoop me up like a bride. No one has ever held me like this, and I love it. I twist into him to throw a loose arm over his shoulder and nuzzle my face against his thick neck, inhaling more of his scent, wishing I could hold onto this feeling forever.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a blissful sigh when he jogs the few steps to his bedroom, which has always been off-limits, and then pushes through his open door.

Onkgopotse flicks the light on and kisses my forehead tenderly, like a lover would. "I need to see your eyes the first time I take all of you."

He climbs onto the king-size bed to lower me on my back in the middle of his velvety, lavender-coloured duvet — curiously the same one I have on my bed — and my arms flop to my sides. What does he mean by the first time? Does he expect this to happen again? Is he… is he going to pay me to have sex with him more than once? Like a prostitute? Am I going to let him?

Shocked by that prospect, I can't think of what to say, barely able to keep my eyes open after my orgasm to watch him climb off the bed and drag my takkies, socks, jeans and white panties off of me.