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In life, we either write stories or make stories, one day, your story will be opened whether you're dead or alive - Thoying

I dedicate the chapter to OLUWWNIFEMI OMOLOLA , a good friend of mine who died on the 2nd of November 2021. May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace. She's always liked the storyline of "Once upon a dream"..it's such a pity that she won't be witnessing the end of it.😭😭😢🤧

The songs for this chapter are "You are my everything" by Gummy and " Gravity" by Kim jong wan.

SHE HAD FELT IT from the moment he first kissed her, but she'd never known love before, not this sort of love- a love so tangled with need and possessiveness. It had to be love...why else would a guy of his class be so protective of her?

For his property sake...

She sighed and turned to him, he was studying her with longing in his eyes. She longed for him too. She wanted him and why couldn't she have him?
She thought about him all the time and tried to remember every of his facial expressions and his words. She loved his voice and liked being close to him, always want him to hold onto to her. It scared her to the bone. Needing someone like she has never needed anyone all her life. Well, was that love?

" Are you really okay?". He asked " you look tired". He noted as he fondled with his car key.

" I'm fine". She fastened her seat belt.

Silence.

" Did I mention how good you look tonight?". He asked.

He held her gaze.

" I...

He moved- grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his lap. Still holding her gaze, he brushed a fingertip over her lower lips and felt her shudder. One hand cradled her face and his lips came down to hers.

She kissed him back. Encouraged him.

His hand dropped to her waist, she felt slender and helpless as she was trapped in his grip. Heat poured through her vein, rushed beneath her skin and filled her loins. She clung to him, one set of fingers anchored in his hair, the other sinking in his shoulder as she pressed herself to him.

He slowly broke the kiss and lowered her back to her seat. Clearing his throat, he said " it's late...we better head back".

Disappointed, she bit her lips. She should get used to this now- the abrupt endings of their kisses.

There was an awkward silence as he drove. She hated awkward silence but she was quite good at it. Silence ensured for minutes untill he tuned the radio and " One kiss " by Dua lipa blasted from the radio.

She said nothing as she fixed her gaze on the road. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe it was just a mere infatuation, maybe he didn't want her, maybe she wasn't as good as the ladies he hang out with.
Why had she thought it was love in the first place? Maybe she let Cassie's lecture on love get to her.

Her surprise was just a waste of time...she promised herself not to make such a mistake you ever again.
She sighed and shut her eyes.

Moments later, his car pulled out in front of the beach house. Immediately, she pulled off her heels and walked barefooted into the house.

In the room, she sat by the dresser as she wiped off her make up with wipes. The door creaked open and Rory walked in with a cup of coffee, looking hot in his red suit.

She dumped the used wipes into the waste bin and applied cleanser to her face. Rory walked regally to the bed and crossed his leg over the other. She reached for her earring, unclasped the right ear and moved to the left ear but it seemed to be quite difficult. She struggled with it as Rory watched her.

" May I help you?" Rory offered.

She turned to him with a grimace " The earring is so uncomfortable"

He settled the cup of coffee on the dressing table before standing behind her. He bent to do the task, his warm breath caressed her skin making her bite back a groan. He breathe in her scent, she smelled like strawberry. How could she smell so sweet?
Tension filled the room, making Breathing difficult. The moment he touched her ear, he knew he made a big mistake, he was wanting her afresh.

" There's a little wound behind your ear. You pulled the earring too hard". He said as he gingerly unclasped her earring.

He handed her the earring " Done".

" Thanks". She could barely speak.

She expected him to walk back to the bed but he didn't, rather he stood there watching her keenly, his lips pursed as though he wanted to say something to her, he didn't though.

She turned to him, then widened her eyes to see his lips close to hers. They were in close mouth reaching distance of each other.
Startled, she blinked.

He felt her sharp intake of breath and a satisfactory smile spread on his lips.

As though, she had taken a block to head, she stood

" Um... Rory...

He silenced her by paying homage to her full pink lips, then thrust his tongue into her mouth. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he deepened the kiss.
His lips on hers felt so excruciatingly right...like they were meant for each other. Her hands that were by her side were now kneaded behind his head, leading him on, urging him to take her lips.

Slowly, he pulled back with a grin " You've always made it clear through your actions that you don't want me anywhere around you...why then, do you respond to me whenever I kiss you?"

What was he trying to prove? That she liked kissing him?

Well, yes. She liked kissing him, was there a crime in that?

Matilda groped for words, swallowed hard.

" What...on earth...

He cut her short.

" I want to have you tonight, Tilda. In my bed, right here, right now". His eyes were a faction darker than usual. His firm mouth tipped into a crooked grin.

He whispered" I want you"

Her body reacted -She felt her knee begin to give way and her spine arched. The need to be closer to him flooded her. He knew she knew he knew he wanted her, so badly.

He wanted her...for real?

Her whole body went limp at the thought. She'd been afraid he might not want her, and right then, she felt as if she might fall apart if that was the case. However, he surprised her. He wanted her.

He. wanted. her.

Like hell. She wanted him too.

She wanted to feel him all around her and all through her. She wanted - no, needed him to have her tonight.

She needed him because he was Rory and he possessed the power to make her experience her feminine ability.

Her throat went tight that she could barely speak.

That's just how much he could affect her

Irresistibly, his eyes were drawn to her neck, he was dying to graze his lips over it.

She gasped and looked away. Oh God, why's this happening? Why's her heart beating faster than normal?
If he didn't have her now, she swore,she could die.

He reached out to touch her cheeks and as he did so, all doubts, all worries and uncertainty slipped away. He nibbled softly at her lower lips, caressed her hair, sending her pins flying.
Leaving her hair in disarray, his hand moved down the succulent skin of her throat.
He groaned. She moaned.
Hell, it felt so fucking right, so good.

She trembled.
She wanted to be touched, but never in her entire had she thought someone would touch her this way. The heat building was so consuming...

" Take me". She whispered shakily" I hurt. So much".

Their lips touched again, and they were lost.

Every instinct reacted. To the fact that he was with her, savouring her.

He splayed his hand about her hips and slide lower, cradling her bottom so he could feel the rising and falling of her chest against him. Hand still cradled on her bottom, he lifted her against him such that her legs were wrapped around his waist. He kissed her again, took her breath, held her firmly to him. Rory swallowed her gasp, felt her longing rise. Before he knew it, he was angling over her to deepen the kiss and getting a sigh of approval from her. Each kiss, slow, deep, tantalizing set her whole body on fire, yet reminding her that she needed more. She was a novice, he was an expert, yet it wasn't a barrier to the shared delight.

She wanted more. At the thought her breasts ached and kept aching.

He set her back down to her feet. He drew back and looked into her eyes, searched it and found nothing but desire. Still holding her gaze, he unfastened her zipper, he stripped down her gown from her, freeing the first shoulder and then the other remaining her brassier and panties. She blinked and let out a quick gasp, her skin was aflame, reviving the heat inside her.

After a long moment of admiring her, he said " Tilda, we are not having sex....

Disappointed and hurt, she looked down at her dress as tears threatened to fall. Did he think she was a joke?

Suddenly, his fingers tipped up her chin " we are making love."

With that, he kissed her and carried her- bridal style to the bed. All the way, whispering sweet words  to her ear and planting kisses all over her clavicle, the heat of him cocooning around her.

He laid her gently as he kissed her ferociously. Eyes wide, she raised her hands and wrapped them around his nape. Still kissing her, he unhooked her brassier and discarded it as swiftly as he had unhooked it. He kissed her neck and went all the way down to her navel. He tasted her skin like a rare delicacy, making her dizzy and heightening her needs. He kissed his way up to her breast, she moaned as his lips tasted her breast. He repeated the torture. Her body reacted, as her inner thigh ached.

She lay back and let her lids fall close, seizing the opportunity to catch her breath.

He brought her fingers to his shirt as her flew open. He slanted her a gaze saying " Go ahead and unbutton my shirt"

Her steady look wavered as her lips trembled

" What's wrong?"

Looking everywhere but him, she stammered " it's my first time."

His eyes widened in shock.

He stared at her in wonderment " you mean you're a virgin...why didn't you tell me?"

He rubbed his nape and cursed softly.

She looked away. Oh God! How she wanted this man.

Avoiding his eyes, she knew he'd still be in shock as he was atop her. Warily, she pulled the duvet to her breasts.

Warm and gentle, his hand smoothed down her face " why are you suddenly self conscious?"

He was worried he was the one who rushed her, he'd wanted her to come to him on her own volition which she did after he'd seduced her... but realising it was her first time, he couldn't hide his surprise.

In the lamplight, her brown eyes glistened like polished hazel.

" I don't want to hurt you...this first time may hurt and I don't want you regretting your impulse when morning comes"

His voice was tender, so tender.

He was reluctant as though he didn't want to cause her pain. It warmed her heart.

He caressed her chin slowly "Tilda, you have to be sure you really want this"

Matilda didn't know what was happening to her, but at the moment she needed Rory so badly and it hurt. Looking up at his lovely face, she decided she's never seen a man as handsome as her husband. His dark eyes were even darker, his brow tensing up bit, his strawberry pink lips were so appealing. Her heart caught.

She was twenty eight for goodness sake and she knew what she wanted.

" I'm twenty eight remember?...I know what I want...and I won't regret it" She could hardly recognize her own voice.

She reached for his shirt and unbuttoned his shirt as she pushed it off his shoulders when his mouth claimed hers. She gasped in surprise at the suddeness of his response, its latent violence. His tongue swept ferociously into her, arrogantly taking what she offered.

She expected to feel embarrassed when he slid down her panties, but by then she was far too gone to care. Was this supposed to be happening?

He rose to his knees, unfastening his trousers, then shifted and tugged, however in no minute, his trousers and briefs were discarded.

He bent, kissed her hard and at the same time slid his finger stroked through the soft tufts of her curls. Ravenous desire growled through him at the realisation that they were already damp. Boldly, he opened her up and slid a long finger into her soft sheath. She shook and drugged her finger into his shoulders.

" Rory". She moaned.

He continued kissing her as he stroked. He stroked again, then withdrew, then pressed another finger in alongside the first.

" Ror...ry". She purred.

He withdrew both fingers.

He picked up a sachet of condom and tore it open with his teeth. He put it on expertly as he looked down at her with tenderness and combed her lock away from her damp forehead with his fingers.

" I don't know how much it's going to hurt"

" Please. I. Need. You". She pleaded.

With male dominance, he poised between her thigh for his first thrust as he bend down to savour her lips, at the same time, he slide his throbbing erection into her soft flesh. He pressed in, rested there, just inside her body and continued savouring  her lips.  Her cry was a sudden sound of pain.

He drove into her body with a single powerful thrust. With each thrust, Matilda felt an explosion of delight deep within her. She drew in a huge breath, her breast swelling against his chest as she matched his rhythm, tightening herself around him. One hand anchored in her hair, the other set beside her, he lifted his head and looked down at her face. For a long while, her eyes reflected only wonder.

Amazing. It was the most amazing experience of her life.

With conscious thought, he pumped fast untill she sobbed his name and it has never sounded so evocative. He changed from shallow to deeper penetration, the strong need washed over him.
The beat of their heart rose in crescendos as passion swirled around them untill they were breathless and gasping. Just like that they merged and became one.

..

He collapsed beside her, tired and sleepy at the same time. Afterwards they rested, arms wrapped around each other.

He was so exhausted and so was she.

He cradled her head and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

" It was...it was...

He pressed his lips to hers as sweetly as he could, as if to say he understood what she wanted to say.

He had had many women but never had he felt something special with any of those women like he had with Matilda. This wasn't just sex for him, he felt something on a different level. Matilda has given more he asked for. He'd never forget how she'd whispered and sobbed his name. Never. Ever.
He could move on with life in the nearest future, get married to someone else for real and have kids, but the picture of MATILDA WRIGHT in this room, on his bed will be with him forever, reminding him of this night.

" Feeling pains?". He asked in concern

She shook her head " No. I just feel numb" She curled her hand over his upper arm, trailing fingertips over the bulge of his biceps. He inturn ran a hand down her naked back.

" By the way, how did you get this scar?". She asked as she traced his arm. The scar was a faction darker than his skin.

He chuckled. " I fell from a horse"

" It's beautiful". She said.

He groaned " You think so? "

She nodded.

He chuckled lightly.

" You know...you have nice eyes and beautiful clavicles...and lovely nose...and...

She chuckled in embarrassment as she covered her face with her palms.

" And you have beautiful breasts too"

She didn't think her body was all that perfect unlike his that was well sculptured.

" You look damn sexy on black sheet ". He chuckled.

There was silence.

" Why didn't you have sex all this while?". He asked.

She sighed. With Jude, she had not been mentally prepared for sex.

" Maybe I was waiting for the right person".

It took him a while to digest the statement. For a long time, he stared at the ceiling as he caressed her back. The right person?

" Do you think I'm the right person?". There was excitement in his voice.

There was no response. He looked down at her to see she was asleep. He cradled her head on his chest and watched her sleep.

God! What'd he do?

In a few months time, she'd be gone out of his life and what next? He will remember this night forever. And he might never see her again and if he did, she'd be a total stranger.

Live the moment, he told himself as sleep engulfed him.

.............

What a weird way to start a lovemaking, huh?

Matilda's cookie jar is broken 😃. Again, I'm wondering WILL SHE REGRET IT??