Love Hates…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

LOVE HATES

A CHRISEFFE BLISS

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EPISODE 15

 

Shayma’s bathroom was huge and comfortable, lined with decorative white and cream tiles. The therapeutic Jacuzzi was bubbling with sweet aroma from the exotic oils and fragrances Shayma had used to draw the bath.

She refused to let Chris undress, and he stood still as she moved around him, taking off his clothing, and by the time he was stark naked he had a raging centre that was pointing unerringly at her middle portions.

She stood back with her hands hiding her lips as she and her lips parted with desire, and then she laughed softly and curled her fingers around his tip.

 

“Tell that lion to have some patience, habibi,” she murmured as she sidled close to him, raised herself on tiptoe and nibbled at his earlobe. “He should wait for the horse.”

Chris chuckled and slipped an arm around her, and then he kissed her gently and lingeringly on her lips. She thrust her tongue back into his mouth, linked her arms around his neck, and kissed him tenderly.

“This horse,” he whispered huskily. “It intrigues me. You’re not one to play with toys…so what is it, qalbi?”

She caressed his throbbing essence sensuously and kissed him passionately.

“You will find out, my sweet Chrissy,” she whispered.

“And if you continue like this, there might be nothing to find out in a little while,” he told her in a voice choked with passion.

Shayma giggled and stepped back from him hurriedly.

 

She took his hand and led him to the Jacuzzi and then let him get into the cold, delicious water. She stood in the centre of the bathroom with her back to him and slowly began to undress, peeling off her clothes with deliberate slowness and the body movements that she knew pleased him.

And she did not look at him, just behaved like he was not in the room with her at all, and soon she had him almost breathless.

She was a large woman, but incredibly toned and curvaceous. Her smooth broad back tapered to a narrow waist and broadened to wide, exotic hips. Her derriere was exquisite, her thighs creamy and rounded, calves strong and well-formed.

When she turned slightly her huge, firm pendulums jiggled slightly as she ran her hands along them. Her huge dark nipples were tautly engorged, and little beaded points littered her aureoles, signalling her acute arousal.

“You live dangerously, habibati,” Chris groaned. “I hunger for you.”

 

She chuckled again as she now came toward the Jacuzzi, totally naked now.

Her body swayed with rhythm, amazingly symmetrical and deliciously edible, the thatch of dark hair at the junction of her thighs looking slick with the beginnings of her readiness.

Shayma slipped gently inside the Jacuzzi and sidled right on him, moulding her body to his as she rubbed her hands around his chest.

They kissed sweetly, gently, and strained against each other. She reached down and held him, moving her hand sweetly across his engorged heat, gripping and releasing, sending shafts of exquisite delight through him.

His hands slid across her silky skin, revelling in the polished feel of her. He cupped her delicious behind and slid his hand gently between her smooth thighs and gently found her soft and slippery readiness.

 

Shayma spread her creamy thighs around him, giving him further access as he gently played a sweet melody on her excited engorged nerve ends.

She gasped, straining furiously against him, and just as he was about to move her on to him, she moaned softly and moved away from him, looking at him through narrowed lustful eyes.

“You wait, Chrissy,” she whispered quaveringly. “I want that horse.”

“I can’t wait for horses, Shay,” he moaned impatiently as he shook his head. “That horse, whatever it is, can wait. Don’t drive me crazy now, honey. Come onboard.”

“Ah, but you can wait, habibi, you can,” she said teasingly.

 

She took the sponge and moved forward, sponging him gently and pushing his hands away when he tried to touch her. Soon he started feeling relaxed, all the tension of the day ebbing away. She drained the soapy water and then turned on the clean water.

She again washed his body clean and they splashed around like a couple of kids, passion forgotten for the moment and enjoying each other’s presence and the strength they derived from each other.

He held her tightly, and she rubbed her sweet breasts across his chest and gripped his impatient throbbing appendage between her thighs. Again, he tried to hold her, but she slithered away with an intense giggle.

Shayma moved to the end of the Jacuzzi and looked at him through glazed eyes, noting his laboured breathing and matching it with her own intense longing.

 

When he threw his head back, once again relaxed, she glided toward him, spun around and gently settled on him with her delicious back mounds cradling his lance.

Chris’ hands moved up her hips and encircled her waist, and then crept up her belly, lingered on her navel, and then claimed her breasts. Shayma moaned with desire and bucked on top of him, rolling her behind and trapping him with her cleft, squeezing him gently and releasing him.

Chris gasped behind her as he kissed the back of her neck.

She knew she had teased him beyond endurance when his arm tightened on her and he tried to move his hips to claim her Jade Gate, but she bounced off him suddenly and moved away, turning around to giggle at him when she saw his inflamed face.

 

“You plan murder, honey!” Chris groaned.

“Ah, the agony of craving is making me mad too, habibi,” she whispered lustfully.

Reclining on her back, she extended her legs and grabbed him firmly between her soft, slippery feet. With her toes and soles of her feet she grabbed his raging member and massaged him, rolling her feet around it, grabbing the neck with her toes, kneading the gland below with the soles of her feet, driving up his hunger to a boiling point.

With a moan Chris moved forward toward her, and Shayma laughed with triumph as she quickly drew back her legs and stood up, reaching for the towels.

“Enough, my darling!” she whispered. “I can’t take it anymore too. Come, let me dry you, and then I will not hold you back any longer.”

 

They moved out of the Jacuzzi to the cleaning mat where she used a huge, fluffy white towel to dry him up. She still would not let him touch her though, making him raise his eyebrows with surprise.

The Shayma he knew would have made love to him for a third time by now.

She watched him from the middle of the bathroom as she cleaned herself, sitting at a delicate dressing table and acting coy and irresistibly sexy, and then she saw his narrowed eyes as he approached her, and with a little cry she dropped the towel and rushed to meet him.

When they kissed it was with heightened passion now, and their hands moved around each other’s body with desperate craving.

“Carry me inside now, my heart, my darling!” she whispered.

Chris needed no second biding.

 

He lifted her up and she linked her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely as he carried her to the huge, beautiful bedroom…and then he paused as he stared at what looked like a horse beside the bed.

When they came in at first, he had not seen it as she ushered him into the bathroom. She had come back to the bedroom for a while before joining him in the bathroom, and he guessed this was what had kept her so secretively occupied.

“Your horse,” he whispered with a chuckle. “We’re not going to get on that, are we?”

She kissed his throat tenderly and got down from his arms.

“Come with me,” she whispered, her voice made throaty with passion.

 

The horse-like contraption was made from a solid, pliable material, and she slid the top open to reveal a comfortable designed seat within.

“Sit here, qalbi,” she whispered, and Chris slid into the comfortable sofa-like back of the horse and put his feet on the makeshift stirrups. She bent over him and a moment later her firm fingers gripped him and she lowered a warm tongue on him.

He leaned back and felt the waves of pleasure buffeting him as she worked on him sensuously and tenderly. She reared up above him suddenly, her beautiful face filled with unrestrained want, and then she crept inside the horse too and lowered herself down on him carefully.

She leaned forward, and he was surprised at how the design of the horse-like contraption made her fit symmetrically and snugly against him.

 

It was the most intimate and comfortable position he had ever been in!

It aligned their bodies perfectly to each other, uniting them completely and not leaving any spaces between them. The ultimate intimate unification that brought with it a feeling of mutual satisfaction.

She leaned forward against him, brushing her nipples across his lips. His tongue teased first one nipple, and then the other as she moved into a comfortable rhythm on him.

Suddenly she sat back, fitting well on him, and kissed him deeply with a groan, and then she reached across the side of the horse.

“It comes with movements, my love,” she whispered. “Wait for this.”

 

She pressed a switch, and then Chris gasped as the horse began to trot in a gentle, swaying movement that made her move in rhythm to his gyrating waist. They did not need to move at all as she slipped her arms around his neck, her breasts crushed against his hard chest, and put her lips on his.

The mechanical horse had now moved into a faster canter, undulating and rapidly making him slip in and out of her with a rapid, varied rhythm that heightened their mutual pleasure.

She gasped and put her lips against his neck, her beautiful face contorted with desire as the tempo and gait of the horse increased, taking their breath away.

 

His teeth clenched tightly with the powerful wave of pleasure that rocketed through him, and he held her tightly. She was moaning as the horse moved into a gallop. Her arms tightened around him like bands of steel, but he felt no pain, only the powerful pleasure of their union as they moved against each other.

They moaned and groaned as wave after wave of pleasure assailed them.

It was not like anything Chris had ever experienced before, and he moaned as the hands of physical pleasure gripped him and thrashed him around relentlessly.

Shayma rocked above him, rapidly moving her waist as his hands desperately held her breasts and gently massaged them. Her head was thrown back now, veins made angry with pleasure standing out on the sides of her strained neck.

 

And her eyes were closed tightly as her face contorted into a passion-fuelled rictus. Her hands were clawing his chest desperately as she held on tightly, unable to stand the violent storm building up in her.

She was constricting around him now, bulging and releasing, drawing him into the throes of explicitly bestial pleasure, and then she ripped up the crest and let out her passion in a long-drawn wail of happiness with her mouth wide open.

He was breaking through with her now, and they grabbed each other fiercely, violently, passionately as they crashed together in a never-ending tumultuous wave of incredible pleasure…

***

Mike Crankson turned the ignition, and the engine throbbed into life and vibrated gently. He turned on the air-condition and smiled at Effe in the passenger’s seat.

“Well, here we go again,” he said gently. “We’ll hit Gabes in about four hours, Effe, with just a few stops for the bladder, should it happen. From Gabes you can get a car to Tunis. I hope four hours will be enough for you and Chris to iron out whatever bee is buzzing around in your hornets.”

Effe smiled ruefully at him.

“Thank you, Mike,” she said softly. “I’m so very grateful for your kindness. Yes, I hope this gives us a chance to part ways with the truth out between us. Even if he will continue to hate me after he’s listened to me, that will be okay.”

 

He smiled and squeezed her hand gently.

“That’s the spirit, dear,” he said. “Alright, climb into the back now, and no sound until we leave here, okay?”

Effe nodded and moved between the seats to the back portion where there was quite a comfortable bed. It was neatly made with clean sheets, and she stretched out on it. Mike smiled at her and pulled the drape-like screen across the bed, hiding her.

He then got out of Chris’ truck.

Effe waited with trepidation.

Chris did not know she was in his truck, and she wondered what he would do if he found her lying on his bed. She could smell his fragrance all around her. She still remembered his favourite perfumes, and for a moment she was assailed by a strong case of the déjà vu again.

 

Eventually, she heard the other trucks pulling away, which meant that Chris had come out at last. About ten minutes later, she heard his voice from outside, cool and filled with tenderness, and then she heard the voice of Shayma.

They were saying their goodbyes, obviously.

Chris got into the truck and revved the engine, and then the huge truck shuddered as he reversed slowly. He executed a half-turn, and then Effe heard his door opening, and a moment later she heard Shayma’s voice close by.

The woman sounded weepy and sad as she spoke in a tender voice.

There was the sound of a deep, wet kiss that made Effe shudder with disgust, and then the door closed again, and Chris moved the truck.

 

There were a few turns, and soon the truck settled into an easy smooth rhythm. The sounds of slow reggae filtered in through the speakers. The intercom cackled for a moment, and then she heard Wachipa Sey’s voice through the speakers.

“Got a problem with you, Chris,” he said dourly.

“I know you do, buddy, I know you do,” Chris answered calmly.

“Chipa?” Wailer came through, and there was veiled warning in his voice.

“Allow him to air his displeasure, Rasta,” Chris said quietly.

“I’m having difficulty understanding why you always want to gamble with our lives, Chris!” Wachipa said dourly.

“Every situation was under control, Chip,” Chris replied.

 

“Under control, my arse!” Wachipa cried furiously. “Look at what happened on the highway with those damn rebels, Tareq’s gang, man! Anything could have happened! That young lady could have lost her life, Chris!”

“I told you the situation was controlled,” Chris said calmly. “That is why I wanted Effe to get off the truck and join the public bus.”

“Maybe, if you had told us about it, given us just an inkling, we would have also agreed and let her get off the truck, Chris!” Wachipa said hotly. “And now with Hazem, dear God! He could have shot at anyone! You plan things involving our lives and never tell us about it!”

“Hazem, Tareq, Khalid.,,damn it, Chipa!” Chris said, and his voice was tinged with veiled fury. “They’re scum, man! They do evil, and need to be put down. Shayma needed help, buddy, and it wasn’t only her. Hazem was terrorizing the whole goddamn town.”

 

“But it is none of my business!” Wachipa exploded angrily. “You can choose to do your fights and killings yourself, I don’t give a shit! Just leave us out of it!”

“You and who, Chip?” Mike Crankson broke in calmly. “If you’re speaking about yourself, please do, and stop making this seem as if you consulted us, and we’re part of your complaint.”

“Well said, Cranks,” Wailer said. “I don’t remember complaining to you, Chip, my friend.”

“Alright, cool, that’s your beef then!” Wachipa said hotly. “Then leave me out of it, Chris! I’m not risking my neck in any of your capers again! It stops here for me, Chris, and I mean it!”

“You’re right, Chip, and I do apologize,” Chris said calmly, effectively clipping Wachipa’s wings and ending the conversation.

 

“Well, that’s cool,” Wachipa said coldly. “And I hope we can now drive safely to Ghana without any more James Bond stuff. I’m not stopping over at any of your usual places anymore. At least we all agreed on that but you keep doing it your own way as usual!”

Chris bowed his head slightly, acknowledging that he had been a shade reckless with his friends even though he knew what was going on. He understood how they might have felt when all those dramas were unfolding.

“I hear you, Chip,” Chris said calmly, but there was a grating fury underlying his voice. “From now on, I won’t involve you in any hairy stuff, bro. I’ll keep my business strictly to myself, and I’ll respect your privacy.”

“Well, alright,” Wachipa said coldly. “So, we’re following the stops we agreed on before setting out, right?”

“Absolutely, buddy,” Chris said. “No more dramas. We cool?”

 

There was a moment of silence, and then Wachipa’s voice came through, calm and subdued.

“Yep, yep…we cool, bro,” Wachipa replied dourly. “From now on, don’t involve me in any of your fights. That’s all.”

“Good, I hear you loud and clear, Chip,” Chris said calmly. “Cutting off the coms for a while, guys. Seems to me I got an undesirable stowaway in my truck. Come out now, Effe. I can smell you from a thousand miles away. You wanna talk? Alright, come out and talk, Effe. Let me listen to what you have to say now.”

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