He stood by the pool. In a while she was going to arrive at the mansion. Was she going to go to the music room and stay there or would she come out to the pool? A part of him wanted her to come out to the pool and the other part told him that if she did, he would lose more than his head. Yes, he was dangerously close to falling for this 22 year old university student. After meeting her for the first time, he knew he had to find a way to see her again so he offered the free music lessons which she had readily accepted.
After a while, seeing her once a week wasn’t enough. First, he took her for lunch and then, for dinner. He was relieved that she wasn’t dating anyone but after she mentioned why she wasn’t dating, he had to admit that her concerns were legitimate. There seemed to be more cons than pros for dating while in university. The last thing he wanted was for her to be distracted from her studies. Still, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to be in a relationship with her.
He was a 37 year old bachelor who could have any woman he wanted and it wasn’t because of his wealth. The women he knew had wealth of their own. Before meeting Ms. Sambu, he enjoyed going to the theater, dinners, parties, charitable galas with a beautiful woman on his arm. Now, those things didn’t interest him at all. Since meeting Ms. Sambu, he turned down invitations and spurned the advances of women, things he never imagined he would do.
Shaking his head in wonderment, he removed his robe. He walked naked to the edge of the pool. He sat down with his feet over the side for a moment before he slipped in.
He swam the length of the pool a couple of times, then paused to look up to see if she was there. She wasn’t. He swam a few more laps, checked again. No sign of her. He spent a while in the pool and then, he swam to the steps. He climbed out, walked over to where his towel lay. Facing the pool, he dried his skin. He glanced at his watch. Twenty minutes. He had time to take a shower. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he turned around. He started when he saw her leaning against the wall, watching him. Under the towel, he felt himself grow hard.
Heart pounding, he went over to her. “Why did you come out here? I warned you what would happen if you did.”
“Yes, you did but, I-I couldn’t stay away, Thaddaus.”
His eyes darkened. “Oh, Mariama,” he groaned. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her roughly against him. His mouth found hers and it moved hungrily and fiercely on hers. Mariama clung to his arms as she kissed him back. For several minutes, they exchanged kisses and then, he broke it off to press his lips urgently against her neck before they pressed kisses along her heaving bosom. She closed her eyes in ecstasy because what she had fantasized about for so long was actually happening.
He raised his head, his eyes smoldering as they met hers. His hands moved from her waist to unbutton her jacket and remove it. It fell at her feet. Next he pulled her skirt down. It fell about her ankles. She stepped out of it. Now, she was just in her bra and underwear.
He removed the towel and dropped it on the ground. “Look at me, Mariama,” he urged thickly. “Look and see how much I want you.”
Her eyes lowered and she swallowed hard, when she saw how aroused he was. Intense desire coursed through her body, making her tremble. She gasped when he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head as he lowered his head and kissed her. Then, his mouth left hers to kiss her on her neck, collarbone, chest. Her hands were freed when he reached behind her to unhook her bra. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his mouth cover first one nipple and then, the other. Her hands clutched his head.
His mouth left her breasts and pressed fierce kisses down her stomach which quivered. He dropped to his knees, reached up and pulled down her underwear. Grasping her by the buttocks, he buried his face between her legs. The pleasure was so intense that she felt as if she was going to pass out. Her fingers dug into his scalp and her cries grew louder and louder. Then, she was shaking like a leaf for a while until the convulsions subsided.
Breathing harshly, Thaddaus rose to his feet and after spreading his robe on the ground, he pulled her down so that she was lying on it. He mounted her and she cried out when she felt him inside her. The pain was brief and when he began to move his hips, all she could feel was exquisite pleasure. She clung to him and wrapped her legs around him as he thrust faster and deeper, his grunts mingling with her moans.
The lovemaking lasted for a while and when it was over, they lay there, spent and trying to catch their breath. Then, he sat up. “Let’s go and take a shower. You can wear my robe and I’ll wrap the towel around me.”
They got up. He picked up the robe and helped her to put it on. Then, he wrapped the towel around his hips. Mariama gathered her clothes and followed him into the mansion.