Story Lovers; Titled: My Dream, Vol 2, Chapter 14 by Fapohunda Bolanle.
Walking along the quarters which seemed to belong to her grandfather, a statue of him was planted at the entrance, Grace stopped! She kept examining the statue intensively, paying attention to every detail. She had never got the chance to see the image of her grandfather, only an abstract description from the old physician.
Then, her eyes flew to a corner of the quarters and she noticed a small room beside the chambers with its door slightly opened. Moving closer, she looked around, making sure no one was looking before she entered. She was awestricken at the very first thing her eyes met; a big framed picture of her father placed on the wall at the center of the room.
Just then, she sighted many other picture frames on a huge glass table also at the middle of the room. Her family pictures were also placed on the wall. She stood motionless for a while, trying to understand what was really going on in the room before she could move.
She moved closer to the pictures, took one of the frames on the table which contained a picture of her of about ten years of age. She smiled softly and said to herself, ‘Grandfather must have watched over us really closely before he died’. She sighed, dropped her own picture and took one of the family pictures. She clenched it close to her chest, her eyes closed.
After a few minutes, she heard footsteps approaching her from behind, she opened her eyes, turned and saw Miracle coming towards her. ‘How did you know I was here?’ she asked Miracle who smiled at her question before replying her, ‘I followed you, had to make sure you’re fine’. She smiled back and leaned against the table, Miracle joining her as they were both staring at the pictures.
Miracle noticed the picture frame clenched to her chest and asked, ‘What is that?’. She smiled and told him that the frame contained a family picture of herself and her parents. ‘He must have really loved my dad. Look, the room is filled with my dad’s pictures’. She said. Miracle patted her on the back, consoling her.
They both began to feel comfortable staring at the pictures and whispering comments. Their whispers and breathing filled the room. Suddenly, the room became silent as though they both stopped breathing. Miracle nervously turned to her direction, his eyes narrowed darkly that they made Grace feel hot and nervous.
They were both struggling to control their throbbing desire, the atmosphere tensed. Miracle’s eyes locked unflinchingly with her eyes, she looked extraordinarily beautiful and appealing to his eyes, her innocent pink lips dangerously irresistible. Grace became overwhelmed with desire as she waited impatiently for his lips to descend on hers. Her desire filled eyes locked with his which also carried the same amount of passion. As though controlled by a magnetic force, their lips started drawing towards each other.
Soon, they found themselves in the middle of an erotic kiss. Grace deepened the kiss, her hands raking through his hair. As she erotically played with his hair, she heard him groan, his hands tightened around her waist. Her nipples received the signal and were pressed hard against her dress, aroused, bruised and aching.
With every breath, Miracle mumbled, ‘I love you, Grace’. His fingers raked through her hair swiftly, his lips traced over her left ear, causing her goosebumps. She groaned as his lips traced over her neck, down to her collar bone. ‘I love you too’, she whispered. Lost in the moment of passion, she groaned, ‘I want you’. Instead of Miracle’s ears, his manhood heard the words as it became dangerously aroused. He returned his lips to hers, deepening the kiss.
Suddenly, Miracle pulled away, trying to control his elated emotions before he could say, ‘I want you too…but not now. We have to fulfill our task and get you all that is yours. Then, you can have me all you want.’ He said as Grace buried her face to his chest, both breathing heavily.
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Fapohunda Bolanle Busola is a 400 level student of Classics department, University of Ibadan. She is a fine artist, footballer and a writer with particular interests in Prose and Drama.
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Story Lovers; Titled: My Dream, Vol 2, Chapter 14 by Fapohunda Bolanle