005: A ride.

“What did you say about my tongue game?” Raymond asks from the tub with a smirk.

I curse under my breath,”I am sorry about that."

"Come join me." He says. I hesitate but this man has already seen me naked so what the hell. I take off the shirt and get in the water. He lets me rest my back on him. He takes the sponge and tells me to sit up as he washes my back.

I clear my throat,”last night… I am not usually like that. I am not the type to sleep with strangers.”

“Me too." Well that makes the both of us then.

"I had fun though,” I murmur and he lets go of the sponge and cups my breasts. He gently massages them.

“I also had a great time" he kisses the back of my neck, “I you think I am going to let you go after that sugar you gave me last night, then you are fooling yourself.”

I smile,I love this aura. His hand go to my cookie and I spread my legs. I title my head back and close my eyes as the pleasure of his hand on my clitoris spreads through my whole body. Damn, I be never had so much pleasure in my life, not even with Diego. Now am beginning to love that I left his stupid ass.

He whispers in my ear, “Are we still punishing your ex-husband?"

I giggle, “no,I wish to get far away from him.”

“Your wish is my command my Lady.” he seductively replied, then continued. “Let's focus on getting you the satisfaction your body is yearning for.”

With this, he slowly walked his fingers on my thighs, making my sensory nerve and the hair on my skin to stand in delight.

“Damn!” I cried out, my eyes close and my head tilthing backwards a little. “You are so good.”

“Oh really?” He asked, a mix of devilish and seductive smirk on his face. “I am just starting.”

Just as the words left his lips, he swiftly but carefully turned me to face him, and before I could say a word, he bent me over, placing my wet thighs on his shoulder as he licked every part of me.

Diego, my ex husband was good, but nothing to be compared to this man I barely knew.

It looked like the stranger and I had some deeper physical compatibility than Diego and I.

This man in whose arms I am locked in somehow knew what my body needed, where to touch and how to say the right words as we rose to pure fantasy.

As I thought about Diego, I began to feel irritated and angry with myself. I should have seen the signs, I should have.

Diego was never home early, or even spent quality time with me. He would often return when I was already asleep or return with the scent of a female perfume on him.

I actually never gave much thought to it. I mean, he was working hard and according to his words, chasing a major project.

I remember trying to spice up things between Diego and I the day after our anniversary. But like every other event, he had forgotten and blamed it on work as always.

I recalled being tired of waiting that, still on the lingerie I had bought, I fell asleep on the soft gray sofa in the bedroom.

“What is going on here?” Diego’s hoarse voice rang through the walls waking me up from my sleep.

I stood up from the sofa, my mind whirling with so many voices. “Don't tell me you forgot our anniversary too?”

“Ann… anniversary?” Diego tried to protest, his stubborn attitude and his voice rising beyond normal.

“Today is the 14th of May, Diego? Today is our anniversary.” I yelled, brushing the hair strand that covered my eyes backwards. “I can't believe you actually forgot.”

As the images of my painful past memories flooded my mind, the stranger pulled my neck softly closer to himself, and whispered into my ears. “You are not here with me. Don't tell me you are thinking about him?”

I hissed, extinguishing the negativity that my painful thoughts had spread over me.

“It's all over, Bianca. You just have to let it go. Just enjoy the moment.” I spoke inaudibly to myself before turning my face and locking my lips passionately into the lips of the stranger I was with.

I wanted to forget, I wanted to be so intoxicated that every memory of Diego would be deleted from my mind.

“Kiss me, please.” I found myself begging as the stranger suddenly stopped. “Kiss me, why are you stopping, I want to forget.”

Raymond sat quietly, leaning his back to the tub as he looked into my eyes as if searching for one particular thing.

“I want to have you here, body and soul.” Raymond finally spoke, a slight furrow appearing on his face. “I don't like sharing, and currently I feel I have your body but not the entirety of you.”

Gazing back at him, my mouth slightly opened in shock. I scanned him, wondering if he wanted me because he actually needed me or because he just wanted to satisfy his sexual urges.

“I don't know what you mean, but I am here.” I answered as I adjusted myself properly. I wasn't ready for him to see how deep I was still hurting. How I thought myself to be foolish and stupid.

“I am… “ I let out, but was suddenly cut in my track as Raymond hungrily coiled his tongue around mine. His mouth taking mine with so much passion and hunger as his hands ruffled around my breast.

Hungrily, he pulled his lips from mine and immediately wrapped them around my already swollen nipples.

I gasped in excitement as I held the bathtub with both hands.

Raymond knew just how and where to touch to bring me into a melting point.

“Relax my dear, I am about to take you on a ride.”

With these words, Raymond lifted me into his arms, picked up a towel and led us back to the bedroom.