Abuja To Lagos
Episode 8 ?❤
Adaora’s life was about certainty. She desired clarity. Clifford brought confusion to her life. Disorder.
Feelings and emotions bubbled up from the depths of her soul. It was exciting and scary at the same time.
For the first time, Adaora was allowing herself to be vulnerable. And that was the worst part.
Standing there with him—under the stars, held in his protective embrace—Adaora wanted for nothing else.
When he kissed her, passion consumed her and overrode everything else. She pushed all of her other concerns out of her mind. They didn’t go quietly, but they went. Because when she was with Clifford, she knew that he would never hurt her.
It can wait until tomorrow, Adaora rationalized some more to herself. We’ll talk about it then. She dropped all pretense of dancing with Clifford. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him. His hands went to the small of her back and he held her close.
Their kiss seemed to last forever. They lost themselves in the moment. She focused on his lips. They were soft and when they weren’t on her own, they were nibbling on her ear or down the side of her neck.
When he bit her just behind the ear, she let out a startled gasp. She pushed her chest forward, pressing her Brë@šts flat against him.
He responded by reaching down and cupping her backside in one hand and pulling her as close as they could be while still wearing clothes.
Adaora felt like she was held aloft in Clifford’s arms. It was a glorious feeling, yet scary at the same time. She pushed all the negative thoughts out of her mind as one of Clifford’s hands reached up and cupped her Brë@št. She cried out when he squeezed her like a ripe melon.
There was a bulge in his pants and it was pressed against her. Adaora wondered if Clifford was going to take his time with her all night or if he was going to bend her over the table in the kitchen and Fuçk her. Just the thought of him doing either turned her on to no end.
As her hands went to his belt buckle, he pulled back.
Adaora let out a frustrated sigh.
He gave her one more kiss and then began gathering up their plates. She made sure the grill was off and blew out the torches when it became apparent that they weren’t coming back outside.
There was a pile of dishes in the sink, but Clifford was already into something else. He had a salad shell on a plate and was in the fridge getting some other things out. Adaora watched him assemble the ingredients on the counter: cinnamon ice cream, honey, chocolate syrup, mini-chocolate chips, shaved almonds, and whipped cream in a can.
A short time later, the dishes were still in the sink and Clifford and Adaora were cuddled up on the couch watching TV. Both were full from dinner.
Her head was rested against his shoulder, his arms pulling her to him. Adaora ran her fingers absently down his forearm.
“Can I ask you something?” Clifford said. “About last night.”
“Sure,” Adaora’s heart almost stopped.
“When you said the guy … from the insurance company … gave you a h@të Fuçk,” Clifford started nervously. “What did you mean? Do you feel like that with me?”
“Oh, dear god, no,” she breathed. “No, Clifford … I don’t feel like that with you. He … He just wanted to get off with someone and I was there.”
Adaora turned so she was facing Clifford.
“When I’m with you … I…” her voice trailed off as she searched for the words. “When you f*ck me … it’s not because you’re angry or having a power trip. It’s because your d_1ck is controlling your actions. Like on Thursday, after the last of your meetings…”
She started to get wet at the memory. “You came through the door of the room. There was this look in your eyes … it was feral. You bent me over the arm on the couch and took me.”
“You didn’t mind?” Clifford asked.
“No, honey,” she replied. “I loved it. I was so turned on by how much you wanted me. You couldn’t wait to get inside me. It was like you weren’t in control and you needed to have me.”
Adaora could tell that Clifford was getting excited.
“The best part, though,” she said softly, “Was that when you were done pumping, f*cking, and cvmming … you didn’t just walk away. You didn’t simply bang me. You lifted me and kissed me. Then you sat us down on the couch and just held me. Even when you wanted nothing more than to f*ck my brains out, it was still like we were making love. Only harder and faster.”
They both took a deep breath.
“I love being with you, Clifford,” Adaora said softly. “And it’s not just about the sëx. When you Fuçk me, it’s because you need me. When you make love to me, it’s because you … you want me. I feel so comfortable with you. So safe. I haven’t felt that way in a long time. And, no, I don’t say that to all the guys. When I’m with you, I don’t feel like you’re trying to impress the people around you or that you’re wanting to exert your power over someone else. It’s like you…”
Love me, were the words that were on her lips, but Adaora couldn’t bring herself to say them.
“What if I told you that I wanted to strip you naked right here and f*ck you senseless?” Clifford said. That look was back in his eyes.
“Mmmm, that sounds like a good idea,” Adaora purred. “But I’ve got a better one … Wait here for a minute. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
She gave Clifford a lingering kiss, raking her teeth across his lips. He was hungry for more but was willing to play her game. The look she gave him promised great rewards for a little bit of patience.
Adaora went into the bedroom and dug around in her bag. She found some things she had picked up while she was out running errands earlier in the week. Then she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and pull her hair back.
After that, Adaora shed her clothes and rifled through Clifford’s closet. She found a handful of candles and lit them. The room was bathed in the soft glow from the votive and the moonlight coming through the open windows.
She flipped the lights out and took a deep breath.
Only a few minutes had passed and she was sure that her lover was dying to get into her.
“Oh, Clifford,” she called. “Come and get it.”
He must have been right outside the door because the handle turned almost immediately.
Clifford only got two steps into the room and stopped suddenly.
Adaora stood in the middle of the room. She was wearing one of Clifford’s dress shirts. It was buttoned down, covering all of her private parts, but the top was open, showing just enough cleavage to be enticing. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows.
Around each wrist, Adaora had tied a long silk scarf in a slipknot. She had a seductive look in her eyes.
“I told you something that wasn’t true last night,” she said softly. “When I told you I didn’t have any fantasies, I was lying. I have one. And I want you to fulfill it.”
“What can I do for you?” Clifford managed to breathe.
“I want you to tie me down and make love to me, Clifford.” The words weren’t easy for her to say because trust was something she didn’t pass around freely. “I want to be helpless for you. I want to be at your mercy. I want you to make me scream.”
Clifford could only stand there and gape at her.
“I’ll beg, Clifford … if that’s what you want.”
Time seemed to freeze. Clifford and Adaora stared at each other. Their eyes seethed with lust. They radiated desire. And something else. Something not tangible. Something neither of them was ready to acknowledge.
In three steps, Clifford crossed the room and took Adaora in his arms. He lifted her, his hands under her @$$. They kissed and she felt the butterflies in her stomach shift into overdrive.
Adaora wrapped her arms and legs around Clifford as he carried her to his bed.
As he started to set her down, Adaora reached beneath her and pushed the sheets away. Clifford maneuvered her to the middle of the bed. His body pressed against hers. He was still fully clothed but Adaora sought to change that.
Her lips went to his neck and she started to pull his shirt out of his khakis. She almost had it over his head when she felt Clifford’s hands on her wrists. Firmly, but gently, Clifford lifted Adaora’s arms so they were over her head. He had her pinned down. One hand cupped her supple Brë@šts through the shirt.
Two fingers pinched one of her N?pplës and she cried out.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.
Clifford seemed to understand how hard this was for her. It went against everything she knew.
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Rolling over lazily, Adaora hunted around for Clifford. He wasn’t there. She sat up. The scarves were still tied to the bedposts. Clifford’s shirt, which she had been wearing the night before, was on the floor, having been thrown across the room sometime in the middle of the night.
The bed sheets were rumpled. The comforter was on the floor. The sun was up but she still felt like it should have just been daybreak. Her body hadn’t caught up from the jetlag.
Adaora was sore, especially her shoulders, but it was a good sore. She stretched out and called Clifford’s name. No response. Trying not to move her arms too much, she stumbled out of bed and went into the bathroom. Her hair was a glorious mess. She was even sporting a couple of fresh hickeys on her neck and collarbones.
The memory of the previous night’s sëx made her smile and blush at the same time.
I guess I won’t be working for the rest of the week, she thought with a chuckle. Or at least until these marks go away. Adaora brushed her teeth and then went back into the bedroom. She picked up Clifford’s shirt off the floor and put it on to ward away the morning chill.
Her bare feet on the hardwood floor, she padded out to the kitchen. Clifford was nowhere to be found. The pesky voice returned from her subconscious. Her heart rate doubled. She started to feel panicky. She checked the garage and Clifford’s car was gone. He can’t have just left me, she thought. This is his house. It’s not like he’s going to stiff me completely.
Adaora went back to the bedroom and began to dress.
I told you so, the one voice said. He got up and left. You made yourself vulnerable to him and now he’s just going to treat you like the whore you are.
No, he’s not! the other voice said, the voice she had spent the last five years ignoring. He’ll be back. There’s a good explanation.
Then why didn’t he leave a note? Why isn’t he cooking you breakfast? Why didn’t he wake up with you? He used you and f*ked you.
It was all she could do not to burst into tears. Adaora put Clifford’s shirt in the hamper in his bathroom and found a pair of shorts and a blouse in her suitcase. She looked around to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything and then wheeled her things out to the kitchen.
To be continued…
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