The FeBims Chronicles: The Final Chapter
We were in bed; it was a Saturday morning, and we both had absolutely nowhere to go…
“Babe, should we go see a movie? I’m checking the list of movies showing now…” “Yea we could, but I’m starving. I need food in my stomach before I can think of anything else right now.” I slipped out of bed; I had his one of his TShirts on – just the TShirt. I felt his eyes follow me into the bathroom, and that got me smiling. Last night had us flinging clothing to the wall, we ended up going to bed naked; I only grabbed his TShirt in the middle of the night when the cold became a little bit too much. “Bread, eggs, custard?” I asked as I turned to the wardrobe to find a pair of panty, I was not planning on getting any hot oil on my madam. “Yes, sure.”
About half an hour later, I came back into the bedroom with tray in hand – bearing all the edibles. “You’re still glued to the phone?” Sometimes he had to work from home on the weekends, sending mails and stuff. “Yes babe, I need to send and respond to some mails, I’m wrapping it up tho… what are we having? Oh yea, custard with plenty milk… plenty breast milk…” He reached out and held on to one of my boobs absentmindedly, still typing and scrolling on his phone. “Wo, leave my boob jor, something that you have sucked dry, I need to replenish!”
Between the TV, our phones and some occasional chatter, we’d polished off all the food. “So babe, we going? To the movies?” “Yea yea, let me.. errmm…” I looked at the mess in the room, trying to figure which one to deal with first… Fe gave me a way out… “I’ll help you with the dishes… err… I mean I’ll help you take them down to the kitchen (he grinned); you can go shower, we’ll deal with the rest later.” I was still in the room when le hub came back in… “Did you shower real quick, or you have not gone in at all?” “I was looking for what to wear, then I remembered this dress I finally completed three days ago… you like?” I held it up for him to see, it was a cream chiffon dress with lace trimmings on the neck, and a front slit.
“Hmmm… you made this? Back at the workshop or you used the machine in the house?” “I made it here, completed it in a week… I’m so lazy…” He started to come close to me, “it’s true, you’re very lazy, lazy girl… come, show me the machine you used to sew it.” “Ah ahn, Fe, you know the machine na… it’s the same one in the other room…” “Ehn just come and show me first… the machine responsible for the creation of this sexiness…” “Point of correction Oga, I make the dress sexy!” “Agreed. Show me the machine still…”
He half pulled and prodded me towards the room I use when I needed to bring some work home. It was a little untidy; I made a mental note to call the carpenter today, I need a cabinet or rack of some sort ASAP, to hold some of the sewing stuff! “Beautiful beautiful machine. It’s strong too, right? Strong enough to hold your weight… here, let’s see if it is…” He lifted me up and landed my butt on the cold steel of the machine stand; with mouth agape, I watched him pull a chair close and sit in front of me… he spread my legs and lowered his face to the silky mound between my thighs… I was mentally chiding myself, who asked me to go and put on panty now… my thoughts went flying out the window when he started to bite softly on the fleshy madam… ooohhhh, that felt so good. He kept biting and playfully pulling my flesh together with the panty, as he was using one hand to tickle behind my knees… I was shifting off the edge of the machine, pushing myself harder towards his mouth… “Babe…” he whispered. He started to take off the silk panty; I wish he’d hurry up! “Fe, you’re taking your sweet time, eh… This is… hardly the time… for slow mo…” Sweet… that’s how his tongue felt on my inner thighs… he was exploring, tasting, biting…
His tongue finally found my centre; there was juice everywhere, I was dripping like there was a hidden tap inside me somewhere… or maybe there was and Fe had opened it up – I give him this one tho, I didn’t see this scenario of him doing me on my machine coming at all; I should have known this was his intention when we was practically singing “show me the machine.” I gasped as he started moving his tongue in circles around my clit, while teasing my entrance with his index finger… at this rate, I was going to explode all over his mouth anytime soon. “Oh my God Fe…” I was screaming to the ceiling, I could feel tears filling my eyes; the orgasm was rocking my entire body, from head to toe! It felt like I was having multiple orgasms at once; I was shaking, shuddering, holding his head in place – in this very moment, nothing else mattered, not even one of the metal parts of my machine I felt digging into my back. My loud screams were now quiet sobs… Fe got up, shifted his chair backwards and held me… “Honey, you ok? Ssshhhh… hey, you’re ok… you’re ok….” I wrapped my legs loosely around his hip; they were still shaky. Yes I’m ok, I was more than ok! I had not orgasmed like that in a very long while. Before things had gone cold between us, love-making-wise, Fe used to give me one of these every now and then – orgasms that’d make scream, tremble, cry and then practically black out… I’d always fall asleep after.
His voice brought me out of my reverie… “Babe, you still here with me?” I nodded. “That’s my girl, be here ok? Just for a little bit…” I was still wondering what he was on about now when he gently shifted me further off the machine, I was on the very edge now; and I felt him slide into me very slowly… “Fe…” That was all I could mutter, ‘cause right then he started to ram into me, real hard and real fast. “Babe…this is so… you’re so…” He planted his mouth on my forehead as he climaxed, mixing his juices with mine. We both just folded up into each other for a few seconds there.
I was already falling asleep when I felt him lift and carry me back into our bedroom and into the bed. He kissed my forehead again, and went to get into his side of the bed. He moved close to me and put my head on his chest. He kissed my forehead again, “I love you babe.” “I love you, husband.”
We’d been able to get our groove back; and I have zero plans to let this groove slip away again… I inhaled deeply and let sleep take me.
Read The FeBims Chronicles (I) here
Read The FeBims Chronicles (II) here
Read The FeBims Chronicles (III) here