Dawn to Dusk: 24 hours on crossroads – Episode 19

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This entry is part 20 of 24 in the series Dawn to Dusk

When his arranged marriage went haywire, James has to juggle from being a father to his eleven months old son, keeping his job, finding love in the strangest place, maintaining a balance and peace between his family and that of his in-laws, who are lost in the battle of power and authority.

EPISODE XIX

 As Helen unlocked the door to James’ house, she saw a mobile phone on the floor, just before the entrance door. She picked it up and turned to James who was staring at her, lustfully.

“That is Queen’s,” he said.

“Oh!” Helen scoffed. “She must have forgotten it when she….”

She felt a hand lift her up, and next, she was floating like a balloon in the air; except that a hand guarded her swaying.

“What are you doing?” She giggled.

James silently carried her straight into his bedroom, laid her on the bed, laid on top of her and kissed her.

“Wow!” Helen exclaimed softly, looking around the room; the only room she never entered, but always dreamed of entering.

It was a gorgeous room which, besides being adorned with the structured designs that graced the entire walls and roofs of the bungalow, was perfectly arranged in a manner she never thought a man could. The neatly arranged wardrobe was just by the right side of the room, cheering James’ love for neatness at her. She smiled at the decorum she saw in the room. The bed was laid with brown flowered linen to match the brown window blinds. The sweet and fresh scent of an air freshener slipped through her nostrils as she breathed, sending sensational jitters down her spine. She looked around for the catalyst of that sensation but found nothing. She inhaled again.

“Your room is too nice for a man whose wife has left him,” she said, adjusting her body on the mattress.

“Thank you!” James replied and kissed her again, but she withdrew her lips with a strong focus on the bed lamp, right beside the bed. “Tell me you don’t want it and I will stop,” he kissed her neck.

Helen wriggled a bit within his hold. She could not believe she was finally on the same bed with the same man she has a crush on. Her dreams were fast becoming a reality, in a single day. She was elated and full of expectations of what the adventure she was about venturing into would bring, hoping it wouldn’t end like the others. She smiled as her heart raced. Slowly she raised her two hands, clasped them gently on James’ cheeks and dragged his face to hers for a kiss.

James smiled at the action which spoke more than words. He looked into her eyes and saw blazing passion. He knew he loved her and was sure she was the right one for him, but what he couldn’t place was the ease at which the feeling mutualised. Girls often demanded some time to think about issues like that before acceptance; an attribute peculiar to their gender, because even when they knew they wanted the offer, they still insist to think about it. But Helen, she just jumped into his arms like she was expecting it. He smiled as he would not want the crazy and baseless thoughts to rid him of the joy at hand. He bent over again, and locked his lips with hers.

“Can we turn off the light please?” she requested with a low voice as she withdrew from the kiss.

“Why? Are you shy?” He asked giving her a strange look.

She smiled. “Let’s just say first times make me nervous.”

“First times? Time with an ‘s’ behind it huh?” he grinned. Adjusting off her body, he lied beside her, staring at the ceiling. “How many?” He questioned after much thought.

“God!” She shouted. “Who do you think I am? A prostitute? Oh my God!” She sat up, her eyes widened and her brows twitched in disappointment.

“No! No. Do not get me wrong,” he sat up too. “I just thought I should know,” he cautioned. “You know, we suddenly got into this and I don’t even know anything about you besides the fact that you own a babysitting agency and that you the boss, babysit my son out of your numerous clients. I just think I should know a bit of your personal life. That’s all.”

Helen relaxed. He was right; she never said much about herself apart from the fact that the girl he thought was hers was her sister’s, and it was only fair she told him more, but she was not ready for that, at least not now. They entered the room for something she has desired for a very long time, which they must do before returning to the hospital; and she would not allow a date-like discussion to stall that.

“Well, we have the rest of tonight for that. But I am not a prostitute,” she said with a grin.

“I know, and I am sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” he drew closer and took her hands. “But we don’t just have the entire night; we have the rest of our lives to discuss that.” His eyes devoured her face, picking her expressions one at a time, as they manifested and transformed into different emotions. Her mouth whined and trembled speechlessly as she blushed.

“Are you…” she stuttered.

“Yes, I am officially asking you to marry me.”

“Oh my God!” she gushed, jerked up from the bed with her hands on her mouth, overwhelmed. She knew it would happen, but not that soon, and though it was not the perfect man-on-a-knee kind of proposal, she found it very romantic hearing it from him, in the house, in his bedroom, in his bed, and with the silence and serenity around, she knew he meant every word.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chorused and fell on James who almost fell backwards but regained his stability. She kissed him passionately. “I love you so much,” she freed her lips to mutter.

“I love you too,” he replied amidst the smooching.

She stretched her hand to the bed lamp in a bid to put the room in total darkness.

“Please, don’t,” he halted her hand. “Don’t turn it off. I need to know if what I’m doing is right,” he pleaded, his eyes consumed with passion.

Helen saw that and knew how much he wanted her. So she lied in the bed, in the semi illuminated room and yielded to James as his hands and mouth journeyed through her body and took her off the spheres of this planet. She moaned as he softly scrunched her pap within her clothes. She wondered why he was taking so long to unclad her. She wanted full body contact with him without being clogged-up in a material that would dampen her sense of feeling. James’ lips departed from hers and tracked her brisket, decorating it with passionate kisses. She moaned even harder and muttered something James didn’t hear. He took a quick glanced at her and their eyes met, emitting rays of passion mixed with lust. She smirked. He smiled, knowing from the look in her eyes what she wanted, exactly. He quickly took off his shirt and gently pulled off her blouse revealing her sexy bodice.

Helen was thrilled; the light was actually useful. James saw in her eyes her longing to be uncovered, something she would have interrupted her pleasure to say if the lights were off. He stared lustfully at her for seconds before returning his lips to hers. Their bodies gummed against each other; a warm and hot temperature mixed together. Chills travelled down Helen’s spine and she wriggled on the bed, fidgeting and moaning. James squinted at her and knew he was on the right track. Like in a trance, Helen raised her knees to feel his bulge against his chinos trousers; it was as hard as a rock, giving her a special sensual feeling. The feeling she got was ecstatic. She couldn’t remember the last time she experienced something like that.

James, like a professional, succeeded in wiping other men off her memory with one mere kiss. She couldn’t wait for him to totally take her: to feel his manhood inside her, pounding at her heart and easing the blood flow.

“I love you James,” she slurred.

James smiled before taking her on a romantic sensual ride to the sanctuary of his energised manhood. She let out a loud moan; it sure reached her heart, just as she anticipated.

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E.C Micheals

E.C Michael, a graduate of Theater Arts, is a passionate writer who believes that stories should blend with education so as to help correct social vices in the world. His watchword is edutainment. He writes screenplays, novels, short stories and essays. When not writing, he is blogging or watching Game of Thrones and Designated Survivor.

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