Chapter 21: Chapter 21
Chapter 21 Welcome Back~
Meyer pouted her lips and surged closer to have her first supply of kiss when Brian pulled back, and called it a day. She only stood, gaping at Brian as he walked out on her.
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Tony was back on his feet. His hospital bills were paid by Kate who used her tuition fee at school to offset the bills. She had ice on her shoulders, seeing his sparkling blooming self bounce back on track. At the improbable dinner which Kate hosted in his honor she took him down memory lane of his ill-health; how he had laid motionless as the dried sand at desert; the nonconforming number of drip that he exhausted. As she smiled cheek to cheek across the Chinese food, Honey Chilli Paner on the table, she narrated to Brian how the course of his ailment made her frail overnight, at a time when the doctor explained his chances of survival was diminutive she called it a lost course. Almost all her wee hours at dawn and dusk she frequented the hospital with get-well soon cards and flowers; being haunted by the thought of losing him. Tony asked what would have become of her if he had given up the ghost. She rebuked it at once and hurriedly hugged Tony pleading not to ever leave her lonely for a second;
“Losing you would be an eternal sweet-sorrow, with ghostly days knocking on the door of my heart to make jest of me, my world would come crashing like the cloud finally meeting the ocean in the fallen horizon to be joined as man and wife. Nothing would be as interesting as Tony,” she explained and their faces lighted up for a kiss as they pulled together and kissed hungrily, Tony not letting go as a soldier embarking on war would do to his wife.
Kate watched him, stealing a glance at interval as they had their restful dinner. She seized the opportunity to explain to him her remarkable plan of taking him on a yacht cruise. She told him to get ready in two days she would sneak out through the window before late hour and join him down the street. She had phoned the yacht owner to put everything in place because it was going to be a night of savor, professing their love with their faces being rekindled in the candlelight at the dinner table; it was one of the sterling adventure she wanted to enjoy with Brian – but what would become of the fisherman whose hook left the sizable fish only to catch a whale instead; he would run for safety and good enough she just did; Tony was his safety; with Tony she could boast of touching the sky and telling the whole world it felt like dried cotton wool in summer; he was the only guy that could take her bullets and tighten her nuts in bed; the only bare feet that crushed her snow; her chimney of escape in times of distress, her flower of savor, and her Romeo-dragon of war. Amongst the adventure she planned for Brian was drawing him a tattoo – the creative art work was going to be the picture of her smiling face on his chest. She wanted to be closer to his heart as pollen grain to pollination, and fire to a dragon. The tattoo was going to be vice versa. But regrettably Tony was going to take his place as a toughie lion would do to a fellow lion that died in the food chain struggle - virtually she was tickled to be a struggle of both guys and Brian had proven to be weak-kneed by running to Miami. If indeed he was willing to take her bullet he would not have made it to Miami – he should have stayed back and proven what it felt like to crush a thousand snow barefooted – fascinatingly for the one he claimed to love, also on her list of adventure with Brian was hiring posh Rolls Royce from a car company for twenty for hours, cruising round California and making love in it in the. She had heard love making in the car was bliss, enchanting and respondent- the sweetness of using your hands to separate a burning furnace into smaller furnace and getting chills instead of getting hurt; the aura of heavy storm quelling at the sight of rain; the seriousness and engagement of a million soldier ants on a queue. She was going to explore all of that with Tony and mark such date in her diary.
When Brian got home he appeared in the mirror all smiles for pulling Meyer like a thousand people against an individual in a game of tug of war. He liked her as she liked him but he had decided to be on the receiving end this time, not to play a fool as he did to Kate; to sit back in the maze and wait for his cheese. He was going to see what it felt like to be hounded about by an admirer; if actually it was like the appetite of the dark sky to pour down rain after a heavy shine; the madness of a whirl wind against the dust. He had endured the tears of a rejected stone and now was the hour to explore the crown of a chief corner. If the feces of lovers at the receiving end were doughnut, he was going to experience it. In the mirror he smiled on but not for too long as thought of sorting out his blackmailers struck in his head. The weal on his swollen cheek had started healing and he was not going to be bullied for the second time. Tony was out-and out to get rid of him, even when he left Kate for him like a hawk throwing back the chick to the chicken upon the scream of thousand on-lookers. Or was he still in possession of Kate’s heart even while in Miami by now? Tony would have engulfed her to his heart by now; yes he had engulfed her when he almost made love to her in her drunken state and with Kate confirming him as her boyfriend, he might have done it severally to her under such condition, especially now he was away.
Brian snapped out of his thought and breathed hard - a plan of getting the wish of the black mailers just dropped on his mind. Yes, it would work out, he shook his head thoughtfully.
Like the rustling cry of a truck advancing up the hill came Ella’s moan as she shut her eyes, grasped his head and stroked his curly dark hair which he buried between her legs. And when he freed from her vulva and licked her belly button up to her bust, he paused at kiss shot, allowing Ella to be done with her moan. And when she quietened and opened her eyes which asked; ‘how do you want it?’ their panting was a whistle as they seduced each other with i-can’t-wait stares. Slowly like a bird approaching with its beak to eat of a food it was too sure of, he drifted his lips to hers and they devoured their lips with the same effect but different moisture. His hand netted her breasts and circled on the nipples, squeezing gently without a break. He could feel his waist sinking between her legs as she parted them like a chicken barbecue across a fire. She robbed on his muscular back, grinning each time he pushed his groin into her, opening her mouth in o-shape, and with the intention of screaming but making it a silent-scream anyways; it was as though she was riding on a horse whose feet did not touch the ground. At a time the scream was not forth coming she switched to crying because there was another dimension – he had started pounding into her vagina like a million hands lifting a piston and plunging into a mortar – the crazy slap-slap sounding coming at interval yet unending. He had never made love to her in such knee-crippling manner; it was not going to be their last or was it? She wondered, gripping his back, opening her mouth in a cry-moan and parting her chubby legs to give him room to pound harder. Like a train hitting its destination on time he jerked powerfully, holding onto her hair and burning her neck with his hot breath as he emptied into her. Her moan died out and she murmured, “You are a rubber robot,” in Mexican rubbing his back I appreciation. He stuck in her, kissing her and locking eyes with her.
“I am going to miss you,” she said, breathing hard and holding onto him tightly, as the sweat of hot sex exuded from them.
“I won’t be gone for too long. This is season for garlic and our clients are impatiently waiting for our supply in India. You know grandma doesn’t take shit, if I don’t go for that supply I won’t be paid my salary,” he said, rubbing her sweating shoulders.
“I know,” Ella added, “How long will you be gone?” she asked, stroking the hairs that carpeted his chest.
“One week,” he responded.
“Hmm, like ten years,” she said
“Ten years, could it be why I am still inside you,” he said, feeling his groin grow hugely in her as he pushed gently and groaned along. Already she was moaning as her eyes shut in ecstasy. The slap-slap sound resumed as he pounded her vagina ruggedly.