Chapter 5

5

FUCK ME, BRUCHA.

Mr Brucha hesitated for a fleeting moment and stood up to do as I said. He undid the buttons one after another. The allure of his fingers grazing my bare skin as he undid the buttons sent a surge of emotion through my organs making a wild feeling arise in me.

He continued until the age of my clothes fell apart. My spotless bare back completely facing the man who doesn't seem any zealous by what was about to unfold. He must love what he saw.

Remotely, I unzipped my skirt and casually drew it down to drop on my ankle, exposing the sexiest of the draws I bought this month.

Refusing to turn to face Brucha, I walked out of the hip of my fallen skirt straight to the bathroom. Brucha would have seen every bit of the curves on my hips as I traded silently on the mirroring tiles in a dangerous feline grace.

I drew the bathroom door to stay shut aware of being seen from the transparency of the glass through the shining light in the suite.

I put off the last clothing on my sexy hip and set the shower running. The water splash gloriously on my body leaving trailing lines of wetness all over me.

From the end of my eyes I could see Brucha partly glaring at me and the tv. Both happening concurrently.

I didn't know what he thought, but whatever it was couldn't defile this beautiful creation standing nearby him, not throughout the long night.

Even if Brucha was a Bishop, pastor, reverend father in his church, and was prepared to talk me into repentance or the likeness of it, I can swear he was never going to escape what was coming to him. Brucha was in trouble and he should know.

I took a little more time in the bathroom to allow him to savor the beauty he saw.

I had to run the small soap all over me the second time as though I have not taken a bath in the last four weeks.

Everytime I observed Brucha to know where his attention was.  Most of the times my eyes caught him staring at me, he quickly diverted his attention pretending to be too engrossed with the show on the TV set.

Funny things!

Brucha's child-like or saintly behavior made me chuckle with a low laugh. The way he behaved unconcerned with what is pleasing to him.

I expected a standard man to meet me up in sheer nakedness and fuck me hard with the rush if water from the shower dripping on us.

I bent to wash my ankles clean. My ankles were washed already, but I just wanted him to see my swollen bud from behind. 

While I put up a seductive act on him, I could feel a wetness besides the shower waters happening between my laps. And I certainly know Brucha must be squirming under his pants too.

Here we go…

I dried the water on my skin with the towel hanging in the bathroom and slowly, determined to let him see clearly for a reason, I walked out of the washroom totally without any piece of clothing. Brucha's attention drew towards me, I could see the hunger in his eyes, but maybe he was only determined to keep them low. I walked straight to his face and stopped, giving him a full screen of my sexy body. I was too close for him to touch my standing nipples if he wanted. I gave him a smug smile and walked past him into the bed, hiding myself under the clean white Duve.

I could see Brucha was distracted by a sight on a beautiful body that had only had a man once in 21 years.

“Do not sleep yet, the food will soon be ready.” Brucha said to me, staring at the tv.

A funny smile settled on my face. Brucha was avoiding a sight at me to keep his feelings safe.

The first time we met, I couldn't tell how it tasted. It was only pains, griefs, and regrets. Now, I want to know the pleasure that makes innocent ladies compromise.

“Alright…” I said and stopped the other word from coming out. I wanted to add sir, but realizing it was going to make me feel the little girl I was, compared to him, I resolved from that.

“Aren't you going to take your bath Mr Brucha?” I queried from the courage I didn't know where it came from.

Everything that happened in my mind only existed there. Deep in my imaginations , I had striped Brucha off his clothes and rubbed my fingers on his massive long length. I covered it with my mouth like the previous day. Brucha had refused to fuck me in the imagination, but I had sucked him till he came on my face screaming profusely.

The intoxicating thought in my mind creased a satisfied smile on my face. But I doubted having enough balance to execute my imaginations. Although bent on trying it.

“I have taken my bath already before coming here” Brucha countered.

I nodded in acceptance. Though fixated on yelling at him in my mind. Did he imagine I was a dirty pig, and didn't take a bath before coming out here? His obliviousness intensified my anger.

“What did you say you wanted us to discuss, I am ready. I will soon sleep off.” I reminded him.

“After your dinner, we can talk.”

Again his response made a striking attempt to fray my mood. Well, that was the same way he behaved the first time, I assured myself. My skin was already crawling. The imaginary scene had made me feel differently. I feel like I need someone to raise my legs so high in the air, even to touch the ceiling fans, and make me cry. Being a cryer on the bed, I didn't cry much the first night cos I already exhausted my energy shedding tears for what Kova did to me.

“We’d better talk now Mr Brucha. I don't like to be awakened while I sleep.” I said and squizzed the Duvet to gum on my body as though feeling cold from the AC appliance in the room, but no, I was actually absorbing the sensual fire burning in me.

I drew the Duve closer revealing the shape of my body underneath it.

“Alright.” Brucha said, turning to me.

“Come into the bed.” I suggested. “I don't want to stress my ear trying to hear you clearly.”

“Ok ma.” He said. His response impressed my ego and boosted my old dying courage. I felt in charge again.

****

Brucha remotely climbed into the bed as I suggested. I could see that he was hard. His shaft lifted his trousers high.

“Wouldn't you take off your trousers gentleman?” I said, smiling at him. I was ready to be fucked.

Brucha ignored my last words and came into the bed. I couldn't wait.

Like one about to commit a crime, I put my hand on his hardness and rubbed it. I could feel the hardness intensified wanting to explode out of his trousers.

I unzipped Brucha, staring at his face. His sultry face flushed with red as crimson. I pulled his dick out of his pants and rubbed them.

Then I pushed up and put my mouth on it. Brucha stiffened in reaction and it made me glad. I reminded myself of the promise that he wasn't going to escape tonight.

I went deep and out giving him the feeling he would get if he was fucking me. Brucha made sensual sounds. This time, it was more composed than the stupid noise he made the first night.

I went on. Brucha's decent face had disappeared leaving a weak eye that looked like it was going to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.

Brucha stopped me, shoving my head back. He rose up, and slowly pushed me down on my back. He threw my one leg up exposing a pink part of me. Slowly he came in causing me to release a quick moan. Brucha was so long everything couldn't get in despite touching my walls. I had to restrict him a bit. He went in and out fucking me.

The feeling was crazy. My whole body tensed at the great intoxication. The whole wide room became suffocated as Brucha pounded on me. My body melted in the deep realm of lust. My warm sultry flesh wanting more. This was my first decent sex ever, and it was dangerously getting me mad. My eyes turned like I was going to faint.

“Fuck me Brucha.” I muttered as though he wasn't already doing that. He was and I was enjoying it. My cunt dripping with wetness. I wanted more.

Brucha reduced his speed and hit my walls hard in slow motion. It felt like I was reaching my orgasm. My whole body was burning and making me feel I was about to be torn apart, yet it wasn't happening. Then came Brucha's voice in a panic tone. He spilled out all over my belly breathing heavily.

I wasn't satisfied.

I wanted more.

He hadn't taken my both legs up or folded them to lap almost on my stomach. He hadn't bent me by the side nor did it from behind. He hadn't done any of the crazy things I saw in videos.  Brucha have to make this night worthy to receive any of church program captions such as night of wonders.

We both stared at each other in coyness. There was a connection. Brucha will have to give me every bit of liquid in him before leaving this hotel.