Autograph on my Lips

Water dripped from her body as she walked towards the bed to pick up the towel. She created an awkward atmosphere for me as she did everything without uttering a single word. I had the urge to say something to her but I didn't know what to say because she didn't mind me staring and feeding my eyes. I hoped she'd leave after cleaning her body, so my thoughts could have a rest because I was already feeling tingly all over my body and imagining things that weren't supposed to be. She was my boss and I should have that respect to turn off every negativity in my head and look away. It was the right thing to do.

When I felt I've had enough view, I turned my attention to something else, but I knew deep down I still wanted to turn my gaze on her again. Josephine had a perfect body, and curves at the right places and it was hard not to take another look.

As I turned to do that, she walked towards me, drew her lips close to mine, and dropped a kiss. It felt like she signed an autograph on my lips. Her lips were so soft that I wanted her to do that again. And she did. She kissed me passionately like I were her lover she hasn't seen for so long.

Like a raging wind, she was all over me, with her tongue she did things to me I never knew could be done with the human tongue. My body was super excited with hers and I was in the mood with bursts of emotions.

Turning her over was the next best move I could come up with, I turned her over and repaid the favour, I took charge of every action and noticed I was making her wilder than she initially was. Her moans began to increase gently, getting louder by the second.

With my tongue, I started to do the same thing she did to me, I made sure I missed no spot, and when I got to the mystery organ, the hot-spot zone, I concentrated so much on it. Her moans became louder than it was again. Her legs were crossed over my head, to make sure I didn't stop or move from that spot.

Josephine let out the loudest moan I'd ever heard in a long while, after a few minutes there, then she relaxed her legs. I stood up and walked to the window, looking outside, and the light from the moon rested on my bare body.

"What just happened?" I asked myself, I felt a little ashamed.

It felt like she wanted it for a very long time, but if I were, to be honest, I wanted it too, but I never imagined it'd be her.

I turned over to look at her, but she was already up from the bed, she walked in my direction, held me from behind, and kissed every part of my body where I stood. I couldn't hold the excitement, and one of my favourite songs began to play in my head, the chorus kept playing on repeat.

"Hold me, tight baby, never let me go.

"Your touch alone can save me, do not take it slow.

"I'll take you where you want to be, and put up a show.

"Cos we are here to see that we're meant for this road."

I turned around and drew her body against mine, and with my palms, I felt every curve on her body, I made sure not to miss any part. She dragged my head towards hers and moaned softly in my ear, and every nerve in my body, oh, every nerve became more alive than ever.

The gentle breeze of the night came on us as we still stood by the window, she shivered a little and that made her moan louder than the first, and the song had stopped playing in my head, and I was against her bosom, and I slid my left hand in between her thighs, my middle finger working the hot-spot zone. At that point, I noticed she was so much more in the mood than when she was the first time, because of the way she held onto me so tight, her grip so firm, that she never wanted to let go.

As I looked at the bed from where we stood, it looked like it was glowing and I carried her to the glowing bed.

She held me over and held my connector, sat on it, and I felt the warmth as it went in. I let out a sigh, either of pleasure or relief, or excitement, I had no idea what it was for, but I knew I let out a sigh of something.

Her movements were subtle, her hands were above her head and she licked her lip at every move.

There were lots in my head, I wondered why my thoughts couldn't shut down and let my body enjoy the moment.

I held her over and thrust, in and out, incessantly, my movements calm, not fast, and not slow either. There was a rhythm, a pattern and I kept to it till the very end.

I had lost track of time, we were done, and slept off.

In the depth of my sleep, I heard my phone ring. It was so loud it woke me up, so I checked who was calling, it was Ms. Josephine, 3 missed calls and 2 text messages.

I opened the messages, the first came in by 7:00 pm and the second was by 7:30 pm.

Madam: Wear something nice, I am on my way.

Madam: Why aren't you picking up my calls, I am in front of your house.

Immediately, there was a knock on the door, and I noticed I was still wearing the clothes I wore to work.

I looked around, hoping to see her, but I saw a familiar setting, it was my room. I had been dreaming all along.