The déjà-vu experience of a second look

Batting her eyelids a thousand times, she pressed her warm lips against his. Still in the act, she peered through his eyes again after three seconds; this time, all she could see was innocence, embossed from his looks like the real word in solid form was protruded from beneath a china white. Prior to this she had admired his hair; she kept rolling some strands with her thumb and index fingers, like she would have loved to plait it. Actually when she picked them up, she intended to, but then, she saw another beauty in it. She saw his hair, as dark as used engine oil, looking oily but dry in texture. It was naturally coiled, and each coil of hairs was horizontally arranged line by line, like shrubs planted by a disciplined and hardworking igbo man on his plot of land.

She wished he had a teddy, a feature most ladies adore. With her right palm open, she used her thumb to move very slowly from the side of his head through his teddy-lane down his chin, and she gave a smirk of 'oh my gosh' with a side of her cheeks up; her eyes looked as though tears were abound, with one eyebrow up and the other down; thereafter the overwhelming look of admiration crept in.

She felt his chin affectionately, and before she knew it, she was already mouth-deep again into his, with her eyes closed, moving her head here and there. It was like there was a strip of strawberry-flavored lollipop that she kept sucking from his tongue - yeah, she was doing all the work, but she cared less though, especially for the fact that she was enjoying the french meal. As she pressed on, she carefully went for his right cheek, and something there sort of diverted her attention - soft, smooth. Her lips moved on there and she sucked them, like she wanted 'just a lil berry' from it. She went on and on like she would never see him again. She had waited for this kind of dude all her life, of which the last took a stroll to the skies eight years ten months ago. Now that explains why she's so intimate with him, Tayo.

The French meal went on, with Tayo doing nothing as usual. She gradually became fast-paced, with her heart pounding fast like a lady would have explained the state of her heart towards her man.

You possibly are wondering why Tayo would not want to return all the gestures. It's at this time that Tayo finally opens his mouth. She opens hers too, but hers is out of shock. She felt a drum roll in somewhere in her head. ACTION HEATED!

She kept at Tayo's lips. After some time she started acting as the dude, licking his body down to his abdomen with her tongue, back and forth three, maybe four times. There and then Tayo twitched; he raised his hands, but she kept at the meal like she wanted to enjoy every bit of it before she would soon be cut off.

Her fears became manifest just immediately as she went back deep in his mouth and unknowingly bit his upper lip. He let out a mild cry.

She hurriedly unfastened the very small ropes acting as the gates to her breast in just one pull and her nightie gave way in the middle. She tried placing Tayo on her laps, then let him down back and this time, removed her hands off the nightie letting it still be on her and at the same time making her look topless. It was then Tayo made an effort to stand to the breasts, and all he needed was her help, which she granted him access wholeheartedly. As he sucked through, all she felt going through her was love, passion, fulfillment and happiness because he was returning the gesture already. She closed her eyes and went lost in thought, of the pleasure she was deriving from it; of the fulfillment she could get and much more from this erotic session. Still with her eyes closed, she reached for his head and caressed it, muttering some words even Tayo could not hear and kissing his forehead. She returned to her fantasy land, of course with her eyes still closed.

'Sweetheart, what's wrong?'

She kept smiling to herself and lingered on in her fantasy.

'Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you ok?'

It was then she realised he was talking to her.

"Yeah darling, I'm alright." She replied smiling. "Just some heat."

He was startled at the reason because he was literally shivering from the split unit air conditioning system in the room, but shoved it aside.

"Alright sweetheart." He turned to the other side of the bed. "Just wake me whenever you need my attention."

It was then she realised she needed something.

"Sweetheart please pass me a diaper from Tayo's shelf. I can't believe he's already messed up with poo..."

He turned back from his side of the bed, with him giving his dear wife a look like he wasn't expecting the request to arrive that early.

"Please, darling I'm breastfeeding Tayo!..."