CHAPTER 50
NALEDI MOLETSANE

My heart is thudding against my chest, I can’t
believe I’m about to see Shlobo any second
now. I mean how did my life get here? This
time last week I wasn’t even interested in
being in any kind of situation with a guy. I
wanted to take my time and focus on myself
and my daughter. But now I’m here to meet a
man I met less than a week ago, a man that
makes me feel so good inside and out. I have
never in my life felt so drawn to any man, he
makes me excited and nervous all at the
same time. I love whatever that is brewing
between us and I am going to explore it
without holding back.
I’m wheeling my suitcase, walking towards
the exit door of King Shaka airport. The
butterflies in my stomach are going crazier
with every step I take. Oh God, there he
stands with the most beautiful smile. This
man is handsome, you cannot tell me
otherwise. He starts walking towards me
with about two dozen red roses in his hands; I
also pick up my pace, I want to launch myself
in his arms and take in his intoxicating smell.
Shlobo places the roses down, careful not to
ruin them. “Hey gorgeous,” he says, wrapping
his arms around my waist.
“Hello,” I whisper, burying my nose in his neck
and inhaling his scent. I’m weak at the knees
immediately.
“Have you any idea how happy I am right
now?” he asks and I blush.
“I think I have an idea,” he gently pulls back
and comes for my lips. I love how he is not
afraid to display affection in public. One thing
about me, I love being loved loud and shown
off.
He pulls out of the kiss immediately after I
moan in his mouth and we both laugh, pulling
away from each other. I almost forgot where
we are and stripped him off his clothes. That’s
how intense our sexual chemistry is.
“These are for you babe,” he hands me the
roses after picking them up.
“They are beautiful, thank you,” I say and lean
in to peck his lips.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he says and I bite
my lower lip. Shlobo grabs my suitcase and
with his free hand he clasps mine and we
walk out.
“How was your flight?” he asks.
“No one can really complain on business
class,” I say and he laughs.
“I’m glad to hear that,”
One thing about Durban and Cape Town is
that once you step out the air smells
differently.
“Welcome to my city. I’m sorry I’m not taking
you to my house,” here we go again.
Shlobo is reading too much into this whole
thing of taking me to a hotel instead of his
house. It only makes sense, we just met and
his son can’t be exposed to someone he’s only
getting to know. Plus, I am a little loud in the
bedroom and that would traumatize his sister
and son.
“Stop over thinking, I told you it’s okay,” he
heaves a sigh of relief.
“This is us,” he says, stopping next to a Range
Rover. He opens the door for me and I climb
in, what a gentleman. The boot opens, he puts
in my bag and rounds to climb in the driver’s
seat.
“Thank you for coming,” he says, his eyes
twinkling. I run a finger along his jawline and
he bites his lower lip.
“I’m glad I came,” I say and we both lean in
and share a passionate kiss.
“What are you doing to me Naledi?” Shlobo
asks, rubbing his nose against mine. I shut my
eyes.
“That is the same question I have for you,” my
voice comes out in a whisper. I am so turned
on. If he doesn’t take me to the hotel right
now I’m going to recline my chair back and
pull up this dress. I know he won’t deny me,
we both make each other weak.
“I love how this isn’t one sided,” I feel the
same way too.
He starts the engine and reverses out of the
parking spot then reaches for my hand and
drives off.
After a 20 minutes drive we get to a place
called Zimbali lodge and it’s absolutely
gorgeous. It’s under the canopy of the forest,
over looking the Indian Ocean. There are birds
and butterflies around the garden, everything
is just breathtaking.
We get to the reception and Shlobo checks us
in. Hand in hand we follow one of the staff
members who is taking us to our hotel suit.
Shlobo said he didn’t want to take the self
catering room because he wants us to just
relax and have a great weekend glued to each
other.
The room is perfect, it’s spacious and the view
is to die for. There’s a bottle of champagne
and two glasses on the table in the balcony.
Shlobo tips the girl and closes the door. Once
he turns I jump on him and thank God he was
also ready to grab me. We kiss, it’s sloppy and
wet. We are too hungry for each other to take
our time, I doubt foreplay will ever be a need
in this relationship. Seeing him and touching
his skin makes me wet and high with need
immediately. He unzips my dress from behind
and helps it drop down my body and I’m left in
a thong. He steps back and looks at me, his
eyes are dark with desire.
I feel like the most beautiful woman with the
sexiest body each time he looks at me.
“You’re perfect,” he says, unbuttoning his
jeans and pulling them down along with his
boxers. His erection springs free and I bite my
lower lip.
“Missed him?” he asks and I nod imperceptibly.
“More than you can imagine,” my answer
satisfies him, the proud smile on his face tells
me so.
“Well, we missed you too baby,” he removes
his shoes and his t-shirt follows.
He has a great body, naturally built.
“I don’t like that piece of thing hiding my
cookie,” he says and I’m suddenly shy.
“Come baby,” he takes my hand and leads me
to the bed. I climb on it and open my legs for
him and that makes him close his eyes and
throw his head back.
“You just opened the gates of heaven for
daddy, I love that,” he gets between my legs
and grabs the thong, slowly pulling it down
my legs. He’s starring at my good girl with
narrowed eyes, I’m not shy at all because my
playing field is always neat. I always get the
Brazilian wax. Shlobo starts rubbing my
throbbing clit and I moan out loud. Jesus, that
was without any warning.
He’s rubbing it vigorously, in all directions and
I’m loosing my mind. The build up I’m feeling
is intense, I try to close my thighs but he
quickly separates them and puts more
pressure on my bean. The pleasure I’m feeling
makes me want to cry, tears of joy. I feel it
coming and shut my eyes.
“No, no. Look at me, I want to see you cum
for me baby,” he orders with a deep voice and
I keep my eyes open, looking straight into his.
“Shlobo, ahhhhh,” I cry is ecstacy and he gives
me a lascivious smile. He’s proud of what he’s
doing to me.
“You’re beautiful Naledi, I love everything
about you,” he says and I close my eyes
seconds before I explode, squirting all over the
bed. I arch my back and curl my toes as my
orgasm rips me apart. This man places his tip
at my opening and slowly slides in, he hisses
like a snake as he feels the wetness and
warmth of my cookie.
“I’m not going to last long baby, that’s why I
gave you your orgasm first,” he says and start
thrusting in and out of me. I haven’t even
caught my breath and he’s already filled me.
I’m not complaining though, I love feeling him
inside of me like this.
I trail kisses from his ear down his neck,
that’s his weak spot. I found it the first time
we got intimate. He jerks my thighs up and
thrusts deeper, he sends me to seventh
heaven everytime he does that.
He starts groaning deeper and I know he’s
almost there so I open my legs wider and he
moans in soprano as his body tenses up.
“Baby, baby….Naledi… Ahhhhh fuck!” he stops
moving and collapses on top of me. He’s not
too heavy nor am I uncomfortable. I wrap my
arms around his waist and kiss his shoulder.
He’s breathing heavily in my ear as his hands
sensually brush my hips.
“These thighs are going to be the death of
me,” he whispers and I laugh.
“You should run before then,” I say and he
picks his body up and looks at me with a
raised eyebrow.
“Never!” he pulls out of me and I immediately
feel something warm run down my ass.
“Shlobo?” I call out.
“Baby,” he answers, laying next to me.
“We didn’t use a condom?”
“Fuck!” he sits up straight, “Naledi, I am so
sorry babe. I was lost in the moment I forgot
to put one one. I’m sorry,” he says panicking.
“Remind me to get the emergency pill,” I say
and he nods vigorously.
“Okay,” he gets off the bed, “Let me get a
towel to clean you,” he mutters and
disappears to the bathroom.
My phone rings inside my handbag. I quickly
get up from the bed and go get it. I’m sure it’s
Bassie telling me they have arrived in
Mpumalanga. Yes, she missed school today for
this trip. I was shocked that Maswabi allowed
this to happen. My mother is really getting
soft.
I take it out of my bag and it’s Kat. Whoa! It
has been a minute since I spoke to my friend.
Jesus, how did we grow apart like this?
“Babe,” I answer.
“Hey stranger. Did we fight?” she asks and I
take a deep breath.
“What? No, babe. We are okay, I’ve just been
so busy. A lot has been happening in my life,” I
explain.
“I thought you dumped me,” there’s sadness
laced in her voice.
“Dump you? Kat I’d never, you’re my forever,” I
reassure her and Shlobo snakes an arm around
my waist from behind.
He nibbles my ear and I close my eyes.
“Can we meet up tomorrow for lunch?”
“I’m not in Johannesburg. I’ll be back on
Sunday. Can I call you then?” I ask and
Shlobo’s hand moves to my good girl. He
starts running a finger around my opening
and before I know it he has dipped it inside. I
bite my lower lip to muffle my moans.
“No problem. I love you,”
“I love you too, babe,” I say and Shlobo inserts
a second finger and thrusts faster.
“Later then.” I don’t even say bye to my friend.
I just hung up.
“Who was that?” he asks, there’s jealousy and
possessiveness in that question.
“A friend of mine,” he bites my earlobe and I
yelp.
“Why were you talking to a friend in a voice
you talk to me in?” he asks and I want to
laugh but what he’s doing with his fingers
makes me want to moan to the pleasure.
“I talk to everyone like that,” he removes his
fingers and turns me to face him. He’s
wearing a stoic expression. And then?
“I don’t like sharing Naledi,” he says with a
serious tone. He’s way sexier when he means
business.
“I don’t either,” I answer and that earns me a
smile.
“So that means I’m alone?” I nod.
“Yes, you’re alone. Am I alone?” he attacks me
with a kiss.
“Of course babe,” that’s good to know, I don’t
want a Jimmy repeat, “I was serious, Naledi. I
don’t want this to only be sexual, I want more
than that. I’ve never wanted a relationship
with all its pecks until I laid my eyes on you. I
know it’s way too early to be saying this or
even feeling it but it’s the truth,” he says,
caressing my face and I lean into his touch.
“Trust me, I understand perfectly,” he kisses
my forehead.
“Let’s get to know each other better this
weekend,” he says and I nod.
“I’d love to get to know who Shlobo is,”
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“Would you like for us to take a walk around
this beautiful place then sit down for a bite
and drinks?” that sounds like a plan.
“Yes, please,” I say with a smile, “Let’s shower
first,” he looks down at my chest.
“The twins fit perfectly in my hands,” he says
and cups my breasts.
“They are too small for my liking. I want to
have a boob job,” he frowns.
“Will you be able to breastfeed?” he asks and
I’m taken aback by his question.
“Even if I can’t, the are bottles and formula,”
he shakes his head with a grin that makes
him look younger.
“MaZikode would freak, she’s old school,” I
furrow my forehead.
“Who is that?”
“My mother,” he murmurs.
“What does your mother have to do with
formulas and bottles for babies?” I ask
confused.
“Let’s go take a shower before I’m tempted to
take you to bed again,” he throws the wet
towel he was going to wipe me with over his
shoulder.