I felt my whole world slip right through my fingers, he was slipping away from me and it was not what he wanted, it was not what we both wanted. I said a small prayer, 'Please don't say it', but no matter how much I prayed or hoped, I already knew where it was going, the sadness in his eyes told me everything.
He squeezed both my hands, "Thandie, I was looking forward to this day, the day of my divorce, because that meant we could finally be together. I know how much we were both eager for this day-"
He paused a little and at that point, my lips were sealed, I could not say anything even if I wanted to, I was too anxious to even think of a single word.
After the mini pause, he exhaled heavily, "...after what happened with Angela. I see that I could never get away from Khalinda, if anything like that ever happened to you, it would destroy me, and, so I can't put you in that danger...or any other woman for that matter."
A tear rolled down his cheek, "I am sorry-"
Seeing Walter letting go of his happiness broke my heart, all of a sudden my pain didn't matter, I couldn't let him give up his happiness because of some psycho, I finally managed to find my words, "So you are going to give up on your happiness because of Khalinda-"
"You don't understand, too many lives have been destroyed- because of me",
"No, she will win, if you do that she wins.", I said with tears in my eyes
Walter held my face gently, "I'd rather that-",
"No, I told you. I am never letting you go", I said with determination, my mind was made up, he needed me more than ever.
He stopped attesting while letting go of my face to lean back. He gently shut his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in that darkness. We both sat silently in a room with a table full of food, suddenly I was not hungry, all I knew was, whatever it was, I was never letting him go. I was tired of being in denial, I loved this guy and I was not about to let him sink deep in his darkness, I was going to save him and that was the promise I made to myself.
I finally stood up to pack the bag Walter brought for me, I decided that going home was better than staying in that silence. As much as I was not letting him go, I needed to be alone, at least for that night, to process everything that was happening, the kidnapping, the fainting, and now this. A lot could truly happen in 24 hours, from a peaceful Friday morning to a stormy evening.
The thing that angered me the most was that Khalinda won, again. The worst part was that this time she was not even aiming at me but somehow I got burned. Walter sat quietly as he watched me prepare to leave, I could sense that he was fighting the urge to stop me, he clenched his fists as tightly as he could until he couldn't anymore. He abruptly rushed to me and twirled me to face him and before I could even make sense of what was happening, his lips had swallowed mine whole. He kissed me ferociously and aggressively until I gave in and threw my arms around his neck allowing him to take control of me. I don't know if it was because both of us felt cheated, but all that anger, rage, loss, and sadness transformed into something so beautifully intense and magical. He picked me up and I willingly wrapped my legs around his waist to allow him to lead me to the small hospital bed. Our lips were still interlinked, it was only when he finally laid me down that we pulled away, and gazed into each other's eyes.
"Walter, I-I-", I whispered while panting softly.
His eyes were intense with emotions, but we both soon let go of whatever chains were holding us back and gave in to our desires, at least for that one night, we were going to do what we wanted, it was going to be about us. At that moment, it didn't matter whether we were in the hospital or not, in fact, I learned that the nice thing about a private hospital room was that unless it's time for a routine checkup or you call for help, you will experience no disturbances.
Walter eagerly unbuttoned my shirt exposing my boobs, while his moist lips moved from my neck down to my cleavage area and I gasped and moaned in reaction to his warm breath on my bare skin. He took one of my nipples to his mouth while his hands played with my other breast before moving to my lady part inside the black leggings, he gently began to stroke my clit while I moan and tremble as the moisture welled up in my undies and my clit began to throb with pressure yearning to be released. At that moment, I found myself thinking, 'Damn! I missed this man.', the way my body felt in his hands, honestly, nothing compared to that feeling. As I trembled and cried out with pleasure nearing my climax, his finger movements on my clit became more vigorous and I burst out. We excitedly took off our clothes, and without wasting time, he inserted his fingers deep into my womanhood and began thrusting, the urge to cum hit me again, one of my hands grabbed the bed sheet while the other one held on to his nape as I bit his shoulder to stop myself from screaming too loud and I released again. it wasn't until the 3rd time that he finally entered me with his hard long rod, I missed having him inside me, it was everything I dreamt of and fantasized about, the way he swayed his hips back and forth as my legs remained spread wide open giving him the full view of female anatomy and the way his hand would rest on my neck, as he entered me like a maniac. I truly missed him.
We have had many nights of pleasure before, but that night, the way he was doing it, it felt like there would be no tomorrow for us, he was giving it to me in full force and at its full length. It felt like he was doing it for many days to come when he would no longer be by my side and I took hold of that opportunity because I knew that as of the following day, I would be working hard on convincing him never to let go of his happiness, to fight for us.