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“Are you awake?”

“Yes, I am,” I reply. I cannot get a wink of sleep and it is already 2AM in the morning.

I am antsy and excited about my date/sleepover this evening at Timi’s place.

My brain keeps on formulating how various conversations will play out.

Moreover, I can’t stop the shit eating grin on my face and the very random chuckles. I guess Maama can hear all this since we share the same bed.

“How was school?”

“School was fine,” I answer this with a smile, reminiscing the moment I had with Timi. It gives me the feels. 

“How is the divorce issue going?” I ask turning towards her.

“The lawyer promised to help speed up the process as fast as possible since my ground for divorce is pretty solid,” she assures with a hint of a smile on her face.

“However I have to pay certain fees and I might need you to testify against your father in the court.”

“Maama, I’m more than glad to do that and I’ll definitely be available,” I reply happily.

I can’t wait to see Maama out of her shackled relationship with father. It is time.

“So have you talked to that boy?” she asks coyly, resting her elbow on her pillow with a big smile on her face.

My face heats up as I smile sheepishly.

“Yes Maama, I did,” I answer, holding my fluffy pillow close as I clear my throat.

“Timi is courting me officially Maama,” I drop out of the blues, it is a shock to myself.

“What??!!” Maama screams, reaching out to hug me. Her citrusy smell encloses me and I feel her maternal love for me.

I am so lucky to have her with me in that moment so I hug her in return, a bit tighter though.

“I’m so proud of you,” she mumbles in my bonnet covered hair.

“I hope you grow better with your newfound relationship with him, my love,” she says, now staring at me, her eyes twinkling with unshed tears.

“You know you should invite him over sometime,” she suggests, “Don’t you think?”

“I don’t know Maama, we are just starting so that will probably be later,” I answer, pulling my sweater close as I can feel the bone chilling cold.

Maama shivers from the cold too.

“We should definitely get some sleep,” she says with a little laugh.

“Goodnight Maama.”

“Goodnight Jade.”

*

My astonishment cannot be concealed when I see my reflection in the mirror.

Adisa has worked her magic on my face transforming it from ‘the girl next door’ to ‘hot super model’.

I simply look beautiful, I reflect, patting my cheek and batting my lashes in different poses for the camera. My sundress and sandal heels compliments the flawless look.

“Go get him bitch!” Adisa screams, waving her mascara brush like a wand.

“I feel all sort of jittery,” I say, nervously wringing my hands together.

“Oh no! You are a go getter bitch! Bitches don’t get nervous,” Adisa responds, curling my hair into ringlets.

I appreciate her efforts at making me feel better. However, it is not working in any way as I still feel nervous.

“Just go Jade. You’ll get over the nervousness,” she responds sympathetically, “You know I’m no good at giving pep talks. Maama might have been good at that if only she was here,” she finishes.

I nod my head in agreement, Maama has gone for an appointment with her lawyer and she said it might be late before she gets back.

“Thanks either way,” I appreciate.

She gives me a heavy pat on the shoulder before shooing me out the door.

“Now off you go,” she confirms, “And don’t forget I’m going to need tidbits when you get back. Love you!” she adds, winking awkwardly at me before closing my door in my face.

*

His apartment—with the foot mat “Welcome & Enjoy”—is not difficult to locate as it is a pretty popular hall on campus.

“Hi,” I wave enthusiastically as he opens his door wide for me to enter.

“Hey!” he responds cheerfully, “I’m glad you could make it here,” he adds with a big smile on his face.

His room is really cozy and homey with the off colored couch, peppered with different colors of throw pillows, rose colored curtains hang on the wall giving the room a golden hue, and of course a huge flat screen and some square-boxed equipment that I know not the name. His dining table has been transformed to a formal dining setting.

“Your apartment is really nice,” I compliment, with my hands together at my chest.

He looks cute in his blue long-sleeved shirt and black trouser as he rubs his neck shyly.

“Thanks Jade. I’m glad you like it.”

Looking up at him—as there is still a foot distance between us despite my heels—I find myself desperate to be in his arms. He is soulfully handsome and I just cannot resist my next words.

“I’m sure somewhere in the ‘Laws of Dating’, it is written that you should always give your guests—especially the beautiful ones—hugs,” I inform coyly with a nervous smile on my face, playing with the hem of my dress.

His melodious laugh at my words is all I need to disperse and ward off untuneful nervous energy. I laugh along with him.

“I can’t believe you are using my words against me,” he says humorously, as I laughed again.

All my anxiety is dispelled the moment we wrap around each other. I feel normal, like I have no issues or worries. I am safe and warm in his embrace.

His long fingers run through my curly Afro soothing me in the process. The moment is simply heavenly.

“Welcome Jade,” he mutters, his lips press against my hair. I hold him tighter.

There is this sense of security that resounds through me as I eat the special dish—Jollof rice and fried plantain—prepared by Timi.

I reflect at how laid back and relaxed I feel every time I hang out with him.

It dawns on me how stupid and silly I was to ever want to throw this kind of relationship away. I also realize how much I allow my insignificant past to dictate my present and eventually, my future. It will be for the best if I try hard to rectify this feature.

“You are a really good cook,” I compliment as I take another spoonful of the delicious meal.

“Even better than I am, and that’s something to say.”

“Thank you very much,” he replies with twinkling eyes, “You know most people condemn boys cooking thinking it’s a female responsibility,” he adds leaning back in his chair nursing a glass of water.

“Really? That’s sad,” I mumble as I swallow my food.

“What made you this good though? I swear your skills rivals my Maama’s and she’s one of the best cook in my opinion,” I add in astonishment and wonder.

“I think being the first child, I had to help dad in the kitchen when mum died. From there I started practicing and my skill got better eventually,” he replied with a distant look in his eyes, “It took time though. Besides, it was a bonding moment for me and dad, it makes cooking kind of special for me,” he adds, smiling at me.

I watch him with longing as his familial love stirs something in me. His special sense of devotion to his family makes me respect him on a new level.

Reaching out, I hold on to his hands tight as I gaze on at him. His beautiful smile flatter me and my face warms up in response.

“I admire the love you have for your family.”

“That really means a lot,” he replies.

There is a comfortable silence.

“What do you think is your most attractive quality?” I ask, desperately wanting to know more about him.

“Completing assignments.”

We chuckle at this.

“I think it is my ability to go after what I want, regardless of how difficult it might be to achieve it.”

“That’s real nice.”

“What’s yours?”

“I like to make people around me happy. It in turn makes me happy too.”

“Wow. That’s so cool and deep,” he replies with wide eyes.

We talk about many things and nothing.

And it is the best date I have ever had.

Soft, mellow R&B play in the background and it helps in relaxing my soul causing helping me to loosen up.

“Can I dance to this?” I ask, though I am already up on my feet, shaking my body.

“You can dance too?” he asks incredulously with wide eyes.

“Yes of course,” I reply, swaying my body in rhythm with the staccato beat, “Want to join me?” I ask raising my hands towards him.

His eyes are on me, they darken with lust. My body buzzes with electrified excitement, this is something I have definitely been looking forward to.

His hands are on my waist sending heat through the cotton fabric of my dress.

His mesmerizing eyes are on mine—moving from my doe eyes to my full lips—as he sways us to the music.

The music set the atmosphere for this crackling moment and the tension between us is so palpable it can be cut with a knife. It feels like a different world entirely—our own world.

His pink tongue darts out to lick his lips and I feel his body shake like he is on a tight leash. His eyes grow even darker as I run my thumb over his lower lips.

“Is this what you want Jade?” he whispers harshly against my ear, his breath coming in fits and ragged.

His tantalizing musk adds to the fireworks already playing behind my eyes.

“You have to be specific,” I whisper, playing dumb as I run my hands over his broad masculine chest that is unfortunately covered by unwanted fabrics.

His eyes close briefly before reopening them.

“What is it that you think I want?” I add, my gaze fixed on his delectable plump lips.

“Tell me Jade. Do you want me this way?” he asks, his stare burning my face as he humps his large erection against me.

A wave of lust pass through me and my panties get moist. My body is considerably warmer and my body is swaying and pressing closer to him as I let out a small moan.

“Use your words Jade,” he replies cockily, holding me away from his body to level his fierce sexy gaze on me.

“I won’t beg you to have sex with me Mister,” I reply heatedly as I level my own stare in return. It is a difficult moment to maintain as his glazed stare is making me crumble internally.

“But you will Jade,” he challenges huskily, pulling me back to himself, his fingers running down my arm, sending sweet sensations that successfully adds to my mounting desire.

I am irrefutably turned on.

“As you will Timi,” I retort and grab his belt buckle before palming the outline of his large, erect dick. He gasps at this, pressing closer—if that is still possible as there is no inch of separation between us—to me.

“No it’s you first,” he grunts out through ragged breath as he holds my hands away from his hip region. “I have to pleasure you first Jade,” he mutters.

He did not waste time in descending his luscious lips on mine, his hands rake from my hair to my face and neck before stopping on my chest region.

His sharp intake of air is hard to miss as I slide my tongue into his mouth extending and twirling with his as he caress my shoulders and brush the side of my breast.

Our breaths mix into one, breathing him in as he does me. It is a heady feeling, greater than all the cannabis I’ve smoked all together. His mouth nips at my throat and I let out a loud moan wanting nothing more than to get out of my dress.

We pull apart for air since “death by kissing” won’t look good on my headstone.

“Let’s take this to your bed,” I manage, desire and passion coating my words.

He murmurs throatily at this and lifts me bridal style to his bed.

His bed is enormous.

Gigantic.

Big.

Enough to contain a family of four.

I stop my train of thoughts at that and decide to focus on the tantalizing task at hand.

“You are so beautiful,” he mutters against my lips, his strong body covering me.

As if in a daze, he runs his hands over the curve and dip of my nose, over the fullness of my mouth before placing a kiss on my temple.

Sheer and combustive lust bolts through my veins, making me to need him badly in the moment.

“And you are all mine,” he smiles with so much warmth it rivalled that of the sun. This smile sufficiently make me feel free, like I have no worries in the world.

In that second I am not thinking about Maama’s issues or about my dreadful upcoming exams.

I am solely focused on the heavy shudder of my muscle, the painful throbbing of my boobs, the raging heat in my core that needs to be tended to.

“No Timi, I think you are the beautiful one in this relationship,” I reply before pressing my lips to his.

This kiss is different. It is hard. It is needy. And forceful. We are both chasing the same goal and we won’t stop until we achieve it. Grabbing him by the collar I pull him closer as he squeezed my boobs.

“I need to get you out of these clothes babe,” he pauses, his smoldering eyes flickering to mine, “Don’t get me wrong, you look painfully beautiful in them, but they need to be off in this moment,” he adds in his deep throaty voice as he reaches to pull the zipper off, caressing the deep ridge of my back. He takes no time in taking me out of my sundress leaving me in my lacy lingerie.

The ferocious glint in his molten eyes is hard to miss as he gulps staring at me in a whole new fascination.

His eyes drinks me in, his gaze touching every inch of my displayed skin. His breath gets heavier as I placed his right hand on my lace cladded breast.

He caresses my mound of breast with his hands, rubbing lightly over my deep brown erect areola, my stomach tingle and erupt with wanted sensations as I arch off the bed, pressing myself to him with my hands on his biceps like a lifeline.

It is extremely difficult to keep my moans in as I pant with unrestricted pleasure.

“You are so beautiful love,” he mumbles, his mouth grazing the spot of smooth delicate flesh between my ear and nape, his hands are on my butts, squeezing molding and doing all sorts of things to it that turns my body to mush/jelly.

He is the violinist and I the strings.

“I need you butt naked,” he utters harshly, fumbling with my bra hook before he hissed out in frustration.

“It’s okay, I’ll rather give you a show instead,” I laugh lightly, undressing in a deliberate slow motion, shimmying out of my panties, I bite my lips in a weak attempt to keep my moan in as I see those emotions play on his face, my body exposed totally to him.

His lustful dark gaze runs from the tip of my afro haired head down to my heavy throbbing boobs, to my flat stomach, to the V of my parted thigh.

I am utterly vulnerable, though I have nothing to hide.

I have had lots of sex; hot and cold, passion-full and passion-less, dirty and kinky, however, none has made me feel this way.

Maybe it is because they lack the soulful connection that I have with Timi.

“I need you to get butt naked too,” I whisper harshly as I fumble furiously with his shirt buttons, my hands shaking as adrenaline and excitement course through my blood.

“Of course darling,” he laughs huskily, moving back to pull off his clothing. It gives me the ample opportunity to stare at his god-like body. His body is simply beautiful. And his skin smooth and healthy.

“Do you want some help?” I offer huskily, licking my lips in anticipation and swallowed.

“Definitely Jade, your help is most welcome,” he replies, his stare burning me as I crawl slowly towards his position by the edge of the bed.

I ease his trousers down, he steps out of them leaving him in his briefs, and giving me the pleasurable sight of his cock outline.

I swallow hard, pressing my legs together after I brought down his dark blue briefs.

I am salivating and panting like a bitch in heat because I have never seen a man so aroused before.

And I have definitely never wanted anyone the way I want Timi.

And his cock.

Holy Molly!!

It is magnificently huge, thick, long and well rounded. His swollen head is dripping with pre-cum making my panties wet.

Brushing my hands through his inner thighs I feel the utmost need to go down on him.

So, I sink slowly to my knees, taking him in my mouth. It is euphoric. I can hardly take all of him in my mouth so I use my hands.

I hear his ragged breath and groans as I pump his base, tonguing his swollen round head with slow wide strokes.

He hisses at this, tugging my hair.

My confidence become more certain and grow extremely as his welcomed response fuels me.

He moans deeply when I press him firmly against my mouth sucking him like I would a Popsicle.

His hips convulse as I continue with my ministrations. His grunts and “OH yeses’ fill the room as his hips buckle.

“I’m going to come Jade,” he whispers harshly, panting, his breath fast and heavy.

I pump faster and take my time cradling his balls and tugging them gently, especially the juncture between them and his cock.

His breaths are coming faster, his moans music to my ear and I am more turned than I have ever being my whole life.

“Now who is going to beg,” I ask, dropping him from my mouth as I climb up him, my torso covering every inch of his.

“You don’t want to play this game,” he replies darkly, a wicked smile on his face.

“Maybe I have something better to offer,” I say, guiding him into my drenching pussy making us gasp in pleasure.

“Hold on baby cause I’m about to ride you,” I grunt out, needing him intensely.

Getting comfortable, I find the perfect angle before grabbing unto the bed for support.

Starting off nice and slow, I grind on his cock rolling my hips.
Pleasurable sensations arouse out of me, causing me to moan.

“God! Don’t stop!!!” he groans, grabbing on my boobs and tweaking my painfully erect nipples.

There is a wholesome ecstasy building in my core.

“You like this don’t you?” I ask, all sweaty, now bouncing up and down on his dick, hitting my g-spot making my pussy walls clench in pleasure, my nerve endings firing rapidly.

“Tell me how good I make you feel,” I whisper, leaning forward to wrap my hands around his neck.

“Really good Jade. More than good. This is mind blowing,” he murmurs, his hands on my sweaty midriff before he thrusts into me.

I thrum with pleasure, increasing my pace, taking my pleasure into my own hands, grinding my clit against his pelvis.

I have been bewitched, I think, as I return his stare, feeling his abdomen tense and tightening underneath me.

“You have bewitched my soul,” he murmurs again, staring deep into my eyes with something akin to love making my heart race faster and my body hum coming alive.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this? You on top of me giving me pleasure as well as you taking yours unapologetically, I swear it’s a hundred times better than my imaginations,” he adds dazedly with a glazed look in his eyes as he continues to thrust into me faster and harder.

Moans and meows rip from my throat, my muscles shudder with delirious sensations rocking through me.

My eyes are tightly closed.

“Open your eyes Jade,” he commands furiously. “I have to see those pretty eyes when I make you come all over my dick,” he informs, right in my ear, making my body to convulse and shake.

Star works explode when my pussy walls clench and unclench furiously around his dick. My body writhes and twists with uncontrollable pleasure.

“You came already? Goddammit! Next time we come together,” Timi says, his eyes glue to mine as he watches me with awe.

He doesn’t take too long before his dick pulse uncontrollably inside me.

His beautiful face is scrunched up in pleasure when he releases into me spurt after spurt.

It feels magical.

And deeper as his moans and grunts combine with mine filling the room.

The tangy smell of sex and sweat hangs heavily in the air.

It is intense when our gazes connect, staring deep into each other soul.

I lock my arms around his neck connecting every inch of my body with his.

His fingers runs through my hair lazily, curving delicately over my soft cheek, my button nose before smoothing over my eyes.

To be factual, his gaze on me wracks me more than the sex, for something deeper run between when we hold each other in vulnerable nudity.

“I love you.”

His hands run over the dimples above my butt as I trace mine over the smooth skin that connects his drool worthy jaw to his muscular neck.

“Me too, Timi. I love you too.”

His eyes holds happiness and a sated stare like I am sure mine did. It is a vulnerable moment for both of us and I know inside that he is my mark.

And I’ll be damned before I let him go.

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The weather in this part of the world is hot. Flaming hot. Scorching hot. What is happening to our world??
Now I have to bath three times a day since we don’t have an air-con.

How is the weather at your side??? Is it scorching hot like mine? Or icy cold?

What’s your favorite weather?

Let me know in the comment section!!!

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