From Africa Ch. 11

He was healing fairly quickly. By the fourth day, he could stand and walk around with no problems. We still had not come up with a solution to our problem, though, and the newspapers were beginning to sensationalize the story of the stabbing. Olu was reading the latest news when I stepped out into the room, fresh from a bath.

'We need to figure out what to do now,' he commented, wrapped in a clean bath towel. Since he wasn't going out anytime soon, he didn't feel the need to get dressed quite yet. 'I don't think that we can stay here much longer…'

'Olu, I have a life outside of this… I'll have to leave sometime…'

'You won't have a life at all if you're not careful, Olivia,' he quipped. 'I'm trying to think of a way to keep you safe.'

'Why don't you just let me tell Eugene, and he can…'

'No!' he shouted. 'That man cannot be trusted.'

'Olu, you don't really know him…' I was beginning to become incensed again. 'You can't just pass judgement on him like that.'

'I know his kind. He works hard to earn your trust, just so that he can steal from you, and hurt you in the end.'

'I refuse to listen to this nonsense any longer!' I turned away from him, searching through my closet for something to wear.

'You see? That is your problem… you never listen!' Olu huffed.

'And why should I listen to you? You may think you're describing Eugene Stanley, but in reality, you're only describing yourself. I mean, really, Olu, what can you do for me? You've left me before… what am I to get out of all this? I fully expect to wake up one morning and find you gone. The only thing that I'm not sure about is when you'll finally decide to do it!'

'I'm not going to leave you again… unless you want me to.'

'Well, maybe that would be for the best.'

I stared at him for a moment. He stood over me holding his breath, and barely containing his anger. I turned away again, searching through the closet for a dress, pushing through all of the things hanging in front of me, looking for something that I wasn't sure would be there. When I turned around again, I was startled to find that Olu was still right behind me. He grasped my arms, and in his anger, began to shake me.

'How dare you say something like that to me? After all that I've gone through for you?'

'I never asked you to do anything for me, Olu…' I looked down, suddenly nervous, because he was trembling.

'But you've had expectations… all of this time, haven't you?'

'What do you mean?'

'You know what I mean. You expected me to love you, as if the rest of the world didn't exist.'

'Olu, I don't know what…'

'But the world has a habit of getting in the way… preventing you from getting the things that you want,' he mused, in a calmer mood for an instant. 'And this…' he grabbed my hand, looking at my wedding ring. 'What are you going to do about this?'

'I can't just…'

'Nonsense! You can do… you could always do whatever you pleased, Olivia. Only you let others dictate to you how you should live, what you should wear, where you should go… When are you going to grow up and be independent?'

I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I was angry at him for saying such things, for not giving me a chance to answer for myself before he rattled off the next question, demanding to know things that even I hadn't figured out the answers for. He was still holding my hand, looking at the ring in disgust. He finally began to twist it, pulling it off my finger, and throwing it across the room.

Before I could speak, he pulled me to him, crushing me in his arms, and pressing his thick lips to mine. I gave in immediately; my pussy was on fire, and my knees were weak. As he held me, I could feel his cock, rigid and upright, pressing into my stomach. He walked me back to the bed, and pushed me down onto it, ripping my thin bathrobe open to reveal my pale naked body. I looked up to see that his cock was straining against the bath towel that was still wrapped around his waist. He took a moment to take it off, letting it slide down his legs to the floor.

I stared at his gorgeous body, lean, dark, and chiseled, solid with strength. His wound had healed quite a bit at this point, so he no longer had the bandage wrapped completely around his waist. I was still worried about him, though, and I was afraid to touch him. I guessed that he felt the same way, because he stood over me, only looking at me, for a long time.

I finally sat up, and took his hands, leading him to the bed. When he sat down, I moved in front of him, perching in his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. He tentatively reached up to place his hands on my hips, running his fingers up the sides of my body, tracing the curve of my ass, all the way up to my shoulders and back again. This made me tremble slightly, but I savored the sensation; I could feel my pussy dripping with heat now, anticipating what was to come.

We kissed again, long and slow, wet and sensuous. Olu's thick tongue fluttered around in my mouth, making my clitoris twinge as he probed deeper, as if he was trying to suck the breath from my body into his. I moaned softly, melting as he ran his fingers through my hair. He broke our kiss for a moment, working his way around my neck to my ear, where he whispered to me, 'I've been waiting for this moment for what seems like a lifetime…'

He turned so that he could lower me onto the bed. I looked up at him again, stroking the side of his squared jawline with my hand, silently praying that I wasn't in the middle of a dream.

'I've thought about you… every night… for six long years…' he breathed. 'I've been aching for the chance to touch you again, to be one with you, Olivia… can you imagine what that is like?' He sank his teeth into my neck, licking a trail up to my ear, and flicking his tongue lightly across the opening to my ear canal. 'I felt like a man in prison… you were so close to me… but I couldn't have you… if felt like a lifetime…'

He kissed me again, feverishly, like a desperate man, hungry to devour everything inside of me. I tried to break away, wrapped up in our passion, but still worried about his wound.

'Olu,' I whispered between kisses, 'you should be careful… you haven't completely healed…'

'Your touch has healed me, Olivia… I need nothing else.'

He moved his ravishing kisses down my body, making my teeth chatter as he groped me roughly, pulling my nipples between his teeth and squeezing my breasts with his rough hands. My pussy spasmed each time he took a breast into his mouth, and I moaned with abandon as he shoved his free hand between my legs.

'Olu… I'm on fire… ohh… I've missed you so much…'

He pushed his fingers inside me, pulling them forward as if he were trying to lift my body through my canal. I could feel my wet walls hugging his fingers tightly, and my body shivered as my first orgasm spread slowly across the plane of my torso and out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

'Ahh… yes…' I moaned. Before I could catch my breath, Olu had moved below me, so that he could bury his face between my thighs. I gasped when I felt his hot tongue on my clit, lapping with a slow and heavy movement. He dipped the tip inside, pulling out my hot stickiness, drinking it in, searching for more as if he were dying of thirst. I bit my lip, gripping the sheets to hold on to some sense of reality… I was so wet, so drenched, that I was amazed when I felt more liquid oozing from me, slowly at first, then when Olu shoved a finger into me and I climaxed again, a rough spurt, spraying him as I lost all control and screamed to release all of the tension that had built up inside of me.

I could barely catch my breath before Olu started lapping and sucking again. I tried to push him away, because the feeling was just too intense. My clitoris felt as if it would explode if he kept touching it, but I couldn't move him away.

'Olu, please… I… I think I'll go crazy if you don't stop…' I tried to plead with him, attempting to wiggle myself away from him.

'I think I'll go crazy if I do…' he laughed, sucking my swollen lips into his mouth, holding them together as he poked his tongue in and out.

I gasped as I felt another climax growing. I felt helpless, too weak to fight it, and too weak to give in. I thought my heart would stop; I was panting, locking my thighs around Olu's head, stretching my body out to brace myself for another mind blowing spasm.

'Oohh… I… I… love you so much Olu…' I sobbed.

He gently kissed my drenched pussy lips as I cried like a lunatic. I covered my face, weeping like a child. He rested his hips between my legs, pulling my hands away from my face, and kissing my mouth, letting me taste myself on his lips and his tongue.

'I've been starving for that, for so long,' he whispered, staring into my eyes.

I was still crying, trying to turn away, from him, knowing that my face was red, and that I looked terrible.

'Don't turn away from me,' he held my face in his hands. 'I want to savor this chance to see your beauty up close. Don't cry…' he smiled, nuzzling his nose into mine.

'I'm sorry,' I whispered.

'What are you sorry for?'

'I'm sorry, for everything…'

'Don't be… Olivia, it's not your fault…'

'I just ruined everything, Olu…'

'No, you didn't…'

'I don't deserve this, at all…'

'You are the only thing that matters to me in this world… you will always have my love, and my devotion, no matter what happens… never forget that, Olivia.'

I tried to return his loving smile, but I started to cry again, closing my eyes as if doing this would make me disappear. I thought he would hold me close, and talk to me more, but I could feel him rubbing his cock against my pussy.

'Beautiful girl,' he whispered to me in French, as he kept sliding his cock across my clit and my dripping lips, 'Don't cry… You'll make me think that I've hurt you… that my love is a punishment to you…'

'No…' I whispered. 'No… your love is a gift to me…the greatest one I could ever hope to have…'

'I love your French accent… You've learned well,' he smiled at me as I opened my eyes.

'I learned from the best,' I kissed him as he finally pushed his cock into me. 'Olu… I've missed you so much…' I blinked my eyes, still amazed at his tantalizing hot throbbing girth.

He ground into me slowly, teasing me almost to the point of madness, not building up a strong thrust until I began to beg for it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heedless of his wound, pulling him down to me, and rocking my hips up to meet his as he shoved his cock into me.

'Olu… fuck me… please… I need you so much…'

He moved with every word, pumping harder and faster, bruising my hips with his iron grip, thrusting so deeply that it hurt at first. The feeling was so sweet; he fit so perfectly, filled me so completely, that I wished that he could keep his cock inside me forever, snug and firm.

'You're amazing,' he panted, rocking his hips as he pushed his cock into the deepest part of me.

'Ahh…' I moaned, digging my nails into his back.

He pumped faster, blindly kissing me all over my face, in my hair, on my ears. I joined my mouth to his, and thrust my tongue inside, moaning through a deep kiss as my pussy pulled his big cock deeper inside. When Olu began to grunt, I knew that he was close to coming. He tried to slow down, but I kept pulling. I wanted him to come inside me, I wanted all of him.

'Oh… oh… Ah…' He stabbed me with his cock, bouncing into his orgasm like a well oiled machine.

'Mmm…' my toes curled as I took him in. I scratched my nails up his back and screeched as my body exploded with bliss. 'Oh, my god… ahh…'

He collapsed on top of me, breathless and spent, crushing my body with his hot, sweaty, muscled form.

'Olu,' I breathed.

'Yes, my love?' he panted into my chest.

'Promise me that you'll never leave again.'

'I promise you that,' he answered. 'I am here as long as you want me to be…'