Anticipation is half the fun

Heaven arrived at the hotel some minutes past the agreed time. Inside, her eyes almost came out off their sockets in surprise and wonder. The hotel was huge, its architecture and designs amazing like one of those hotels she saw in the movies. The air was cold and filled with a strong smell of a rose flower. The tiles on the floor were polished, cleaned that they reflected her image. The ceiling far from reach, beautifully decorated with fine burnished wood. Beautiful flower verses with African ancient drawings were placed at strategic corners of the reception.

Lost at the middle, looking around, her eyes met that of the receptionist in glasses who flashed a welcoming smile. As she walked straight to the pretty lady she wondered why receptionists are always on glasses. Before she could provide an answer to the thought she was in front of her.

"This place is marvellous," she said returning her smile.

"Thanks". Then she raised her glasses up before saying "You look amazing in that blue tea-gown" with a weak grin on her lips.

Heaven blushed, grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you... I thought no one noticed".

''I certainly did. Am Mercy and what can I do for you this beautiful evening?"

"Am here to see my boyfriend Peter" she smiled. It felt really good to finally call him that for the first time.

"Mr Peter has booked a room?" Mercy asked with eyes pinned on the computer screen in search for his name.

"Yes"

"Please, what is his second name? I have more than one Mr Peter here" she removed her stare from the computer and rested them on her. Heaven forced a smile and quickly buried her face in her handbag. It dawned on her that she doesn't know her said boyfriend's surname.

"Just a moment please," she said through her teeth. She hurriedly brought out her phone, went to the credit alert but to her disappointment, it was just the account number of the creditor that was displayed. She was about to call him when she heard Mercy asking "When did he book the room?"

"I really don't know but it should be today"

"Alright, then he must be Mr Peter Solomon. He booked online by 3 pm today".

"Yes", she said nodding like a lizard that just fell off an Iroko tree. "Solomon is his surname".

"If he is the one, then it is room sixty-six and this is the door card". The receptionist handed over the card to her. "It is on the last floor, the last room on your left".

"Thank you very much"

"You are welcome. And hey; he shouldn't forget this night in a hurry" she said with a raised eyebrow.

Heaven giggled "We won't in a lifetime, I will make sure of that," she said slowly cat-walking away. If only she knew how true those words were.

She got to the room, slid the card through the slot, the door went sideways. Inside, it came back together. She stopped dead in stunned silence, marvelling at the beauty, size and luxuriousness of the room. It was far bigger than the living room of her parents. The room was like a perfect magazine cover with bright colours on the wall. The bed was king-sized with pure white Egyptian cotton sheets.

Above the bed, hanging on the wall was a black and white photograph of a nude pretty lady with warm and welcoming eyes. She sat on a handless chair with legs wide open, a red guiltier to cover her privates and dark stars covering her nipples. Opposite the wall hung a forty-inch flat-screen Television.

On the other side of the room was a sprawling leather sofa with a burnished glass stool in front of it. On the stool was a little collection of wines, champagnes with wine glasses for two. The room was clean to the point of sterility. The white curtains were linen, the kind of white that is not touched by hands and free of dust. The floor is covered in finished tile, dark and free of either dust or clutter.

Marc Antony's "You are my Angel" played softly in the background with the scent of cilantro in the cold air. She shuddered to think about how much it might cost a night.

She fell, sinking into the bed and didn't move for a few minutes, instead just imagining how it would be to have sex in such a bed and cosy room. Done fantasying, she called Peter informing him that she was in the room lying naked and wet, awaiting his return. That, sure enough, will make him hurry up at whatever he was doing.

She went into the bathroom, had a really slow and nice shower, washing and shaving everything and everywhere properly. Came out from the bathroom with just a new red bra and a matching red panty – those not covering everything made with a net-like material and has a smooth feel. She slides back into the soft bed with a glass of champagne, tune down the air conditioner and turned on the TV.

At exactly twenty-six past eight pm, the door slides open again and Peter in his entire glory stepped in. He was in a dashing black suit with a red tie that matched her underwear. What a coincidence?

But Heaven was already angry, why will he keep her horny and waiting? No woman likes the combination of those. She refused to get up from the bed to welcome him and said nothing either.

Reading her facial expression he knew immediately he was in for a little trouble. Those that later ignite the fire of passionate love. He kept her waiting on purpose. This will keep her anticipating, which is a good thing.

"I'm really sorry baby, it was work and traffic. I didn't mean to keep this goddess waiting" He said and fell on the bed, with the tip of his finger tardily brushing her right hand. She ignored him, acting up.

"I'm really sorry baby," he said one more time making a face and drawing it closer to her lips.

"Alright; just go and take a shower. You smell of sweat and cigar". She responded faking a smile. He was wrong to keep her horny and waiting but she wasn't going to let that spoil the night. She has waited so long for this night.

"That's my baby girl," he said hurriedly giving her a wet peck on her right cheek.

Quickly, he undressed to just boxers and was heading to the bathroom when she grabbed his left hand, swiftly pulled him back to the bed and with all sexiness said

"If you don't kiss me right now, I will never forgive you".

Without taking another breath, he leaned closer and his mouth crushed down on hers. Warm lips moulded over hers, one hand tangled in her hair, the other reached low and splayed over the curve of her spine, and she did nothing to stop him, to allay the onslaught to her senses.

Instead, she closed her eyes and felt the wonder of his mouth, the gentle scratch of his goatee against her skin, the heat of his body against hers. His tongue slid easily past her teeth, the tip touching the ridges along the roof of her mouth as he tasted her, touched her. She kissed him back, her own tongue exploring this man of whom she knew so little, who irritated her not long ago.

The best fireworks in China didn't stand a chance when compared to the display going off in her head at that moment. The kiss lasted for barely three minutes but its impact was felt all over her body. She had trouble drawing a breath, difficulty thinking and was only able to say "Wow", blinking as though she has just awoken from a dream. A smile tardily appeared on Peter's lips as he left for the bathroom without saying a word.

She fell back into the bed grinning, excited; she knew exactly what he was doing; she had played the game before. The ability to delay, not to give in totally, to keep your victim wanting more is the ultimate art of seduction. Anticipation is half the fun.