HEAT OF THE NIGHT PT 1

Oma’s touch woke me up. When she realised I was well aware of what she was doing to me, she planted my body with kisses.

“We need to talk Oma. What are we doing?” I stopped her.

“I love you Anna” she responded.

“Loving me is not enough. This is wrong”.

“Let me worry about that. I can’t deny how I feel about you. About us” she said.

“Oma. It has to stop. I can’t do this anymore. What if Damian finds out” I pushed her away.

“He won’t. At least not yet. I decided I’m cancelling the wedding. I can’t continue to pretend” Oma said.

“You cannot call off the wedding! You cannot hurt my brother. Damian loves you” I screamed.

“I don’t love him. I love you” She tried to hold me.

I landed a slap on her face.

“Leave me!”

Oma couldn’t see it. How guilty I felt. I loved her too. More than she loved me. But how I do explain to anyone that I am having an affair with my brother’s fiancee?

Oh, the way she made me feel. When she touched me, kissed me, I felt alive. Complete.

“I’m never leaving you” Oma said holding me.

“Never” she repeated.

I lifted my gaze and when our eyes met, a cold shiver ran through my body. And now, we were beyond words, because it was impossible for anyone to express everything that this made us feel. We did not have to talk either, because our eyes connected and they said it all.

The touch of her fingers was soft and firm. She slowly ran her hands across my face.

I felt my heart beating at dizzying speed.

She gave me a deep kiss. Our tongues met and  I caught hers in a gentle bite.

She traced my shoulder and reached my collarbone. She licked it, savoured it. Then, she slowly undressed me. I didn’t want her to stop and yet I wanted to stop her.

I let out soft moans as sweet sensations ran through my body with every touch of  her lips on my skin. She  knelt in front of me, kissing my abdomen. I looked down at her, her hungry eyes fixed on my body.

Oma’s hands explored me, with her mouth caressing me, until they came to a part of my body that had been silently screaming in want for her touch. Her nails gently traced my vagina lips, and the tips of her fingers touched my folds, revealing the moisture that had been created within them.

I wrapped my hands around her neck, telling her that I needed more, much more. In response, her fingers grazed my clit with assured, circular movements. I let out several moans . I started to caress her breasts and neck.

She put her tongue inside my pussy and sucked me.  After some seconds, she turned me around and licked my back.  Plunging her fingers into me, she held my back and explored my vagina walls.

Waves of pleasure spread through me.

I needed more. I needed Oma. At least for now. I can feel guilty about this affair later.