Fifth Base
35
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Originally, we had planned for a movie marathon today, but because of the massive blunder I made yesterday, we are now excitedly preparing for a two-hour drive to the beach later on. Special was initially put off by the distance involved, which made him hesitant to go. However, thanks to me, we’re going to embark on the travel he’d been avoiding.
Award for best girlfriend in the world goes to… Me!
After a light breakfast, a quick run to the nearest store to get beach ready, we lazily lounge on the couch, with Special watching a football match, while I become bored creating make up plans. Although yesterday evening was peaceful there was another noticeable absence of intimacy. Today, I’m determined to get a bit of action. Aren’t I lucky? Whenever I visit, my period either just ended or makes its debut after I leave.
A glance at Special reveals he’s on another continent. “Hey,” I say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh,” he says with a sigh, his distant gaze returning to me. “Nothing.”
“Hmm. ”
His lips curves in a loose smile. “Making plans for next week.”
Sitting up, I wear a mock frown, ready to drag him. “So, you’re not enjoying my company? I’m too much trouble?” To gauge his mood, I add, “We can still spend the day watching movies like we initially planned o.”
He smiles, reaching for my legs and rubbing them. “No need. The beach is fine. As long as we’re spending time together.”
“Oh-kay…” I reply with a smile. “We can still have our movie marathon another time. Maybe not a marathon, but we can go to the cinema together.”
“You know what this reminds me of?”
I raise my brows. “What?”
He smirks. “That time in Naija when I saw the Marvel movie without you.”
I hiss, rolling my eyes as I recall the drama that ensued. “When you were using me to play.”
He chuckles, squeezing my leg. “I wasn’t. Well sha, today was the anniversary day.”
“The—what day?” I frown and then realization dawns on me. “Awwn… Spesh.”
“Don’t worry jare. I was just trying to be romantic.”
Edging closer until I’m practically straddling his lap, I suggest, “How about we catch a late night movie at the cinema, and once we’re back, we could still,” I tease, wiggling on his lap, “enjoy each other's company.”
“You ehn.” With a smirk, he playfully pushes me off his lap, causing me to chuckle. “Please go and start getting ready before you delay us.”
We spend some time getting ready. I slip into the cute, comfortable one-piece swimsuit I picked out at the store relishing the feeling of its soft fabric against my skin. The swimsuit has a lacey, plunging neckline and provides just the right amount of coverage for my curves. I top it off with a simple floral print butterfly sleeve knot side wrap dress, making sure to pack sunscreen and a towel.
Despite Special’s assurance that a gift isn’t necessary, I can’t bring myself to attend a party empty-handed. Special chose to sit in the car while I embark on my ‘quick errand,’ which involved picking out a perfume for the birthday girl, someone I’ve never met. I'm eager for the chance to mingle with his friends face-to-face and, if the opportunity arises, perhaps even join the association of girlfriends. Haha. Well, while I’m eager to make a good impression, I’m also hoping to get to know the Special he has become.
The ride to the beach is long and I hope it’s worth it. Because the weather looks good—though a bit cloudy—we wind down the windows.
Every weekend could be like this… a voice whispers in my head, but I shake it off.
As we drive along, Special’s playful tone shifts slightly, and I notice a hint of seriousness in his voice. His gaze flickers over my outfit, reminiscent of the look he gave me when he first saw it. “You know,” he starts, a teasing edge to his voice, “this outfit might give my friends the wrong impression.”
I raise an eyebrow, both amused and puzzled. “Wrong impression? What do you mean?”
“They might think you're going overboard to impress.”
I find his comment so amusing; I can’t help but chuckle. “Trust me, this outfit is anything but trying too hard .”
He shakes his head in mock disbelief. “I don’t know,” he starts, occasionally throwing quick glances at me, “the length of the dress, the slit... they might think you’re here to steal the show.”
I playfully roll my eyes, his words mixing with the sounds of the wind and the road. “Oh, please. I’m just here to have fun and enjoy the day. When I take it off to swim, they would just die.”
He purses his lips, his gaze lingering on me for a moment. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing. It’s the birthday girl I’m feeling for.”
Winking, I stick my tongue out to the side. “Oh, just me being there is enough to steal the show.”
Despite his playful tone, there’s a sincerity in his eyes I can’t ignore. It’s clear that he wants me to make a good impression on his friends, and while his comments might be lighthearted and him trying to divert it to the birthday girl, I sense a touch of protectiveness in his words. He cares about how I’m perceived by those close to him, and that realization warms my heart .
“Hey,” I say, placing my hand on his arm, “don’t worry about it. I’m just excited to meet your friends and spend time together.”
He smiles, a genuine warmth returning to his features. “I know. And they’ll love you, just like I do.”
I smile widely like a dog with its favorite person in the world.
We’re driving for what seems like ages, and then we finally spot the beach sign and I get so pumped.
Sand between our toes and the sound of the waves creating a soothing rhythm, we make our way to the beach. Special stays on the phone with one of his friends who gives directions to where they are located. When we locate them, they greet us warmly, and I’m immediately put at ease by their friendly demeanor.
Throughout the day, we engage in various activities—from beach volleyball to swimming. I’m laughing so hard that my tummy hurts when we play Gidi Words.
Whenever he gets the chance, Special has his hand all over me, sometimes pulling me to his side and whispering everything directly into my ear, making me giggle. While he abstained from alcohol to ensure safe driving, I couldn't help but savor the delicious flavor of the Caribbean Rum that I was introduced to.
Hours pass by in a blissful haze, and as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, Special and I decide to take a leisurely stroll along the water’s edge taking pictures and making memories. Crashing waves wash over our feet, the sensation both invigorating and soothing. As we walk, I reach for his hand, our fingers intertwining naturally. His grip tightens, and he pulls me closer, telling me coming to the beach was worth it.
We return to the group, gathering around a crackling bonfire, sharing stories of how we met, and relishing each other’s company. Special sits behind me, his arms around me.
With a blanket offered by his friend’s wife, we’re hidden from prying eyes, and I take advantage of the stolen moment, enticing his hands to venture beneath the fabric of my dress. I knew he understood the assignment when his fingers navigated their way to my core, sending shivers down my spine.
“Hmm… You’re so wet,” he wh ispers in my ear. “Bad girl.”
Being the playful and mischievous man he is, he occasionally flicks my bud while leaning in, making it seem like he’s whispering something that makes me giggle and squirm.
I don’t mind if we’re successful pulling this little prank on his friends or not, because I’m relishing every moment of seeing Special’s playful side—the man I’ve grown to cherish and adore.
*****
“Today was incredible,” I sigh contentedly, slipping off my sandals and turning to face Special. Having slept for most of the ride back home, I feel rejuvenated and alive.
He smiles back, his eyes reflecting the warmth I feel. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had a great time too.”
I take a step closer to him, our bodies touching. Over the past few days, the sexual energy between us has been steadily increasing, and today, it's become so strong that it's like a pot of rice boiling over the rim. I still can’t believe that today, without holding back, my man indulged me in public.
I reach up to place a hand on his ear, gently massaging his scalp and the hair surrounding that area with the pads of my fingers.
This time tomorrow, I’ll be preparing to leave. I intentionally chose a late flight so I could spend more time with him, yet my heart gets heavy with the knowledge that our time together is drawing to a close.
Okay, so the plan for tomorrow was church and bonding time at home before I fly out, but here’s a thought. “Tomorrow,” I begin, my voice taking on a playful tone, “before I go, I want to spoil my man.”
His eyebrows shoot up, all curious and stuff. “Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?”
“We’re going to the cinema, and I’m paying for everything.”
He immediately fires back with a snarky comment, making us both laugh. “Ah, you're all about the money, aren’t you?”
I playfully roll my eyes, feigning mock offense. “Oh, come on. Compared to everything you’ve done impromptu? It’s just a little treat.”
He leans in closer, his lips hovering near my ear. “Well, if that’s the case, maybe I’ll let you spoil me.”
I grin widely, some buzz from the alcohol, probably still in effect. With my second hand, I reach up to cup his face with my hand, drawing him in for a tender kiss. Our lips meet in a sweet and lingering embrace. It’s just him and me, wrapped up in each other’s presence.
When we pull away, our eyes lock, and I catch a glimpse of my desire mirrored in his gaze, a passion he’s attempting to contain. A silent affirmation that tonight is a good night to get that intimacy I crave. I don’t know how he keeps his control, but I’m determined to chip away at his defenses.
“And…” I press my body against his. “You’ve been handsy all day…”
He responds with a smile, his lips brushing against mine. “It’s your dress,” he murmurs.
“Hmm... we could put that to the test,” I whisper, my words barely audible against his lips.
“What do you have in mind?” he asks, pulling me closer in his embrace. His fingers expertly explore the curves of my body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me with each touch. I reciprocate, my hands tracing the contours of his skin.
“What if we try just the tip?” I propose, a playful glint in my eye.
He thrusts against me, my name escaping his lips like a gasp, “Fifi...”
“Hmm?” I give a little eyebrow flick while I smile.
“You don’t give up easily, do you?”
I shrug, my hand reaching for the bulge in his pants. “You know you want to.”
“Just the tip…” he moans trying to escape my touch. “Can I trust you?”
“I promise.”
He captures my mouth in a hungry kiss, as if a primal instinct has been unleashed. My inner bad girl does some legwork dance before committing to having the best ‘just the tip’ sex.
His hands roam my body, skillfully removing my dress until it gracefully falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my one-piece swimsuit. When he steps back, his eyes are filled with desire as he takes in the sight before him. With urgency and precision, he undresses himself, revealing the lean, muscular physique that I have grown to adore.
We move to the bed, his hands guiding me down gently. He positions himself above me, his throbbing erection pressing against my entrance. “Just the tip,” he whispers again, seeking my confirmation.
I nod, my heart racing with excitement. “Just the tip,” I agree, my voice breathless with desire.
He pushes forward, the head of his penis slipping inside me, stretching me slightly. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me gasping. The scent of our arousal fills the air as he holds still, giving me time to adjust, his eyes locked on mine.
“How does that feel?” he asks, his voice strained with restraint.
“Amazing,” I breathe, my body trembling with need. “But I want more.”
He smiles, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I thought you might say that.” He pulls back slightly, then thrusts forward again, this time a bit deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, and I moan, my hips rising to meet his rhythm.
He heaves out the words, “Stop it,” struggling to catch his breath between each syllable. “Don’t move.”
I nod eagerly, looking into his eyes, asking for forgiveness. He presses his lips together as he pulls out then thrusts into me repeatedly, staying true to our agreement, using just the tip. I can see the restraints from the cords lining his neck as he holds back from pushing fully into me. With how horny I feel, I know for a fact that I am wet and irresistible.
“Spesh…” I moan, holding back my body from arching beneath him. “I need…”
“I know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “Me too… You know what? Let us try something else.”
He pulls out completely, leaving me feeling empty and wanting. His hands grip my hips, turning me over onto my stomach. The sheets rustle as he positions himself behind me.
I feel his fingers spreading my che eks, and then his tongue, warm and wet, licks a path from my clit to my anus. I moan. The sensation is electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body.
The sound of my moans fills the room as he continues to lick and tease, his fingers slipping inside me, one in my vagina and one in my asshole. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear, and I cry out, my body shaking with need. With time, he adds two more fingers into my anus, stretching me and working me on both sides till I’m in a frenzy.
“You were made for this,” he huffs.
“Spesh… please…” I beg, my voice barely a whisper. “I want you inside me.”
He doesn’t respond with words, but I feel him shift behind me, his penis pressing against my anus.
“Relax,” he whispers, his voice soothing and teasing. “Trust me, I believe you’re ready.” There’s rustling on his end and then quiet and a couple of clicks.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“I’m applying lube. It will make it easy.”
I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax as he slowly pushes forward, the head of his slippery penis prodding me. The sensation is intense, like searing fire, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me gasping.
His hands caress my back and hips with the remaining lube as he holds still, giving me time to adjust. “How does that feel?” he asks, his voice strained with desire.
“Good,” I breathe, my body trembling with expectation. “Keep going.”
He pushes forward again, going a bit deeper, and I moan, waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. With each thrust, he goes deeper than before, until he is balls deep inside my ass. It’s overwhelming and I cry out as he pulls out, arching my body beneath him.
“If it’s painful, I can—”
“Again,” I demand, reveling in the fullness of having him buried deep in me. Who knew Fiyinfoluwa Rachel was a slut? This feels wicked, transcendent. My body seems to expand to accommodate him, yet it feels oddly normal.
He pushes inside again, and I moan, gritting my teeth. He must have felt me tensing because he quickly pulls out to lube my asshole until it’s slick. He tries again, sliding in and out more easily, and it starts to feel way too good, like I’m being tickled from the inside.
His thrusts are measured and controlled, and unable to hold back the multiple sensation, I giggle while he moans. As my pleasure builds, his movements become more urgent, more intense.
“Fifi…” he groans, his voice filled with need. “You feel so good…”
“So do you,” I moan, my body trembling with ecstasy. “Don’t stop…”
He doesn’t.
“Touch yourself,” he commands as his thrusts become faster, more intense, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I reach for my vagina and begin flicking my clit. Pressure inside me builds, coiling tighter and tighter until I can’t hold back any longer.
“Oh… Spesh…” I cry out, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. He continues moving, his thrusts driving me higher and higher until I am lost in a sea of pleasure, my body quivering with release.
When the euphoria finally subsides, he is there, still joined with me, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction. I'm pretty sure he came too, 'cause there was a lot of moaning and screaming. Tenderly, he guides me to turn around, pressing deep, wet kisses on my lips. His hands caress my skin as we bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking. That’s what we just did right?
“I always had a sense that you would enjoy this,” he whispers into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
“How so?”
“Pure Instinct.”
“Hmm,” I murmur drowsily, surrendering to the enticing allure of slumber as I nestle deeper into his embrace.
“And it was worth the wait.”
I giggle sleepily, proud of my inner freak we just unleashed.
Just as I am drifting into a peaceful sleep, I hear him utter, “But right now, I don't know if I can sustain this long-distance relationship.”
Oh yeah? “Come to Dublin,” I mumble.