The Midnight Office Moaner; Finale

Perfection. We seek to find those we deem worthy to share our times of happiness and sadness with. Those we believe that once they get to know our secrets they will still love us as we are. The ones who in their eyes we see the future and with them, our problems become minute as our motivation appreciates. Days, weeks, months and years it takes to find them. Weird enough, when we finally do, we easily forget how our lives initially were.
The sun rays poured through the blue curtains giving the room a radiant sky blue lighting. Surprisingly, the sight reminded me of the popular technique used by kids in the introduction of their compositions- the sun rays poured through the curtains making me realize it was a blessed morning. I knelt to say thanks to the Almighty then ran as if hell had broken loose to the frogs’ kingdom. The water was as cold as ice making me shiver like a leaf in winter and wish the ground would open up and swallow me. Those days, huh! I could hear some soul music playing in another room while a man’s voice sang along to the song that was currently on play. On the bedside table was a black iPhone-Caleb’s phone (I still don’t get why iPhone’s are overrated). Pushing the blankets away, the realization that I was in Caleb’s shirt took me by surprise. I mean, we had not done anything the previous night, had we? The house suddenly went silent as the music playing in the next room went off. I could hear footsteps heading my way and within seconds, the door went open.
            “She’s still not awake,” went Caleb’s voice
            (Pulling the blankets away from my face) “She is”
            “How are you feeling?”
            “A slight headache but I’ll be okay.”
Placing a breakfast tray on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed.
            “You’ll be fine. I brought you breakfast,”
            “How sweet of you. I never pictured you as a romantic guy,”
            “I’m not. You’re unwell and I didn’t want to look bad,” he said with a wink
            “It must be my lucky day,”
            “You shouldn’t be letting this go to your head,”
            “I’m not. You’re the one in denial,” I said with a wink.
            “You’re stubborn, do you know that?”
            “Yes I do. By the way, did we bang last night? I can’t recall,”
            “No. You passed out on the couch as soon as we got home,”
            “Well, that was embarrassing,”
            “Indeed it was,” he cheekily said
            “You aren’t making me feel better,”
            “I know. (Smiling) On the bright side, my friends really liked you and said we should go out for drinks again sometime soon,”
            “So I shone like the queen I am to your friends,”
            “Don’t be too excited blondie. You passed out like a hobo,” he said laughing

Slowly he moved towards me and pecked me on the forehead as he progressed to place the breakfast tray before me. On it was a glass of juice, a plate with sausages, bacon and two pancakes. (Nothing feels better than having a man who can cook). Moving over to the other side of the bed, he switched on the television. All of a sudden, a certain awkwardness reigned in the room. The kind that reigns when someone has something on their mind but is having a hard time opening up. The same type that reigns in a room full of Game of Thrones fans when one says they have never had an interest in the series. Sensing that I had read his mood, he put the television on mute and turned to face me.
            “Can we talk?” he asked
            “Yea. Sure,”
            “I know this has been going on for some time and I did not want to rush into anything. Thing is, I’ve taken my time to know you, gotten to learn the type of person you are and I believe I have finally made up my mind,”
            “I’m getting nervous,”
            “(Smiling) Guess I’ll have to cut the long story short. Point is, nowadays there aren’t many ladies like you; beautiful, hardworking, mature and ambitious. I’d actually say I’m a very lucky man. Linda, (With a sigh) I’m a hopeless romantic but what I’m trying to ask is:  Will you officially become my girlfriend?”
(The mixture of joy and anxiety that went through me was indescribable) “Yes,” Went my response without thinking twice.

In that moment, Caleb moved closer to kiss me as fire and chills surged through my body making me shiver. It was the type of shiver that makes you feel warm and cold at the same time. Gently, he pulled himself back and gazed into my eyes. The gaze that makes you almost scream I do as you picture the number of people who will attend your wedding. You know, the type that makes you realize life is a bed of thorns but with that special someone, it becomes a bed of thorny roses. Done with admiring the beauty that lay in front of his eyes, he moved towards me and resumed his initial position making every part of my body scream ‘oh baby don’t stop’. Pushing the sheets away with my feet, he got on top of me and I gladly locked him in. His kisses progressed from my lips to my neck as he unbuttoned the two buttons that had been keeping him from reaching the juicy apples that lay on my chest. Passionately, he kissed my boobs and gently sucked my nipples. Enjoying the torture he was subjecting me to, he strategically slipped his hand into my knickers. (The amount of energy that got drained from my body was unweighted) Tightening my grip around him, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing his masculine body. (Gad damn, he was fine) My hands ran against his skin and slowly down his back making him get lost in my touch while his hand started rubbing against my clit making me drip wet. By that, I mean wetter than a riverside. Streams of adrenaline rushed through my body as the emotions within me got too overwhelming for me to handle. Out went my undies. Down went Caleb. Sticking his tongue on my poon, I let out a soft moan. Up and down his tongue moved. In and out it also went making my grip on the sheets tighten. On he kept stroking with his tongue and on I continued calling out his name. Desire increased, feelings erupted, and control was lost. Unable to keep my cool, I rose up and ardently pulled him towards me. “I want all of you,” I whispered in his ear. There it was, the green light. As he pulled down his pair of shorts, I could feel his stiffy against my body (Lord) For a split second he paused (There it was, the inevitable stare) Content, he went forth to put his pintle inside me making me let out a soft scream due to the strength of his thrust. (I bet in his mind he was saying, baby you’re now mine, I’ll be roughly gentle)A thrust turned to two then to three as many more followed. See, this time it was not just about the thrill; it was about the passion, the desire, the thirst for each other, the love that was characterized by filthy romantic sex. Thrusts, moans, calling of names, swearing and screaming were all in the mix. From one position to another. From calling out his name to only managing to scream ‘Yees’. Deeper and deeper he went. Sweeter and sweeter things got. All of a sudden, I heard him softly call out my name, “Linda.” It felt more like a whisper and I knew-It was time. Responding to his call, “Papi” I said. In that moment we both got lost in each other. Whether I yelled or cursed, I am not sure. Immediately after, he fell beside me panting but with a smile on his face.
Time provides all the answers and solutions. However, most try to outsmart time and rush into things that always end up hitting the wall. Funny enough, most of us still don’t learn from our mistakes. As I lay on his chest waiting for him to unwind, a feeling of emotional and sexual satisfaction dawned on me. It was all clear now. I had found HIM and he was MINE.


😊Wish I was a Linda...
Promotion, sex and the boss...
I heard that happens in Mars ...

Great series ..