I don't cook, I don't clean, but let me tell you how I got this ring.

Tobi had a feeling he knew who it was listening to this song. The only person in the house right now; Farida. Scratch that; he knows that she is the one. What he did not envisage was the sight he met upon entering the kitchen. She did know she was putting up a little show for him. Seyi had gone for a school excursion and her best friend's mom was keeping an eye on her.

He had returned earlier than he thought because it was barely twenty minutes since he left and here she was, clad in a bum short and a crop top. A lace transparent crop top, to be more specific. She's even singing the lyrics, doing twerk moves and whining her waist sensually.

Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy

At this lyric, she does a dip down and comes up, shaking her ass sideways. The song finally finishes and she turns off the heat. He could not hold himself because he starts laughing, a mischievous smirk on the right corner of his lips. That instant, Farida knew the exact reason she felt there was a presence behind her but she brushed it behind her since she knew it couldn't be Seyi and the only person possible was going to be away for a while. She could have been more alert. What if it had been a serial killer or a kidnapper?Thank God her food is ready. She makes an attempt to walk away when he speaks.

"Where do you think you are going?" His question makes her pause in her steps. She turns to focus her gaze on him.

"Excuse me?" She asks with brows raised. Heaving a sigh heaven-ward, she attempts to leave but in a split second, his hands swiftly pull her and she finds herself in between his arms, caged between them, back rested on the fridge. Tobi was not having it. This amount of closeness was suffocating the both of them, causing an unease in their breathing patterns. He simply did not understand what was wrong with him but he knew this woman in front of him had everything to do with it and he feared what his body was capable of at this moment. He knew she felt it too, he did not miss the way her eyes dilate, looking at him. Tried as she did, the expressions could still not be marked.

"Swear that you don't feel the tension between us." He states, his breath fanning her neck. How does this man want me to think in this circumstance? She thought. On his own end, he made a silent oath to stop this and let go of his frustration with other methods if she objects.

"I" Her voice comes out choked and she immediately swallows her words. He smirked because he knew that she also felt it but as usual, her stubborn self would not admit it. From the little he could tell about her, he knew that she wouldn't fail to object if she did not want it.

"Let's get this frustration off, Farida." There's something about the way his voice rolls out her name off his tongue. The tongue that is currently nibbling on her ear, making her go wild. She could not help but wonder how on earth her body could betray her to this extent. Tobi liked the effect of his actions on her. It was proof that he wasn't the only one silently suffering this.

"Tobi" She states with a moan as her skin tingles as a result of his fingers on them.

"Yeah?" He answers, running a marathon on her exposed stomach by making use of his hands. Aside beauty, Farida was in no way his spec. It's why this whole thing keeps confusing him. The annoying thoughts are shoved into the mud as he lifts her up, resulting in a yelp from her as he takes her to his bedroom to place her on the bed, Farida's meal long forgotten.

His eyes stop at the anklet on her legs and for a moment he is entranced by how beautifully they are adorned. The one she originally has is on one leg and he smirks when he sees the gift he gave her on the other.

Tobi could not help but touch them. Farida on the other hand was a tingling mess. He had not yet done anything, yet her body was already in an uncontrollable sexual drive. She knew what was yet to come and did not object. The moment he started kissing from her legs up to her inner thighs, she knew she was done for! Tobi don finally do me Yoruba jazz. She states in her head. Well, it's just an itch she intended to scratch.

Her voice is once again swallowed when he lifts his head to look at her. He had a dangerous look in his eyes as his hand reaches out to the bands of her shorts, playing with the skin just above them. Slowly, he unbuttons the shorts, taking her zip down before finally easing the shorts off her. Tobi knew she was clean! This was not planned and yet, she still scented great. She has used kayan mata on me o. A whole me, Tobi, in between her thighs. All these thoughts in his head truthfully did not matter at this point. He simply did not care what the situation was.

As his hand reaches to touch the lips of her temple, she moans out loud and he immediately felt himself become harder. His mouth devours her down south and she moans, wiggling beneath him. She felt his fingers mirroring the actions of his tongue and also rubbing around her inner thighs. She begins to stiffen as a sudden wave of ecstasy brushes through her and she pushes against his mouth, wanting nothing but release.

"No, not time." He immediately retracts his tongue and she groans in frustration.

He takes off his boxer briefs, revealing his hard, eager length. He wears protection before mounting back above her on the bed. Allowing his hardness rest on her thigh, he watches as her eyes are still wide from surprise. The same way they had been when he had revealed it earlier.

"Are you ready for me?" He asks and she hisses. What sort of question is that? Could he not see the state in which he has brought her to?

Farida twists from one side of the bed to another when his finger entered her, gently driving the length up and down before he adds another finger, both giving unending sexual pleasures to her. She could feel how wet she was. She could even hear it from his actions. Her hands gather up the soft sheets of the bed into knots and it seemed like her whole body was blazing, with a fire that could only be quenched by him.

The nipples of her breasts were hard as he flicks his tongue over the right one, using his free hand to massage the other. As he nibbled on it, careful not to hurt her, she blushes and moans beneath him. Satisfied at her state, he asks her again.

"Are you ready for me?" This time, she moans, nodding her head eagerly.

"Words." He speaks.

"Yes." Her voice comes out choked. He knew and liked the effect he had on her. The pull she had on him was crazy because this was something he never imagined with her, of all people!

She arches her back as she feels him drive himself into her and her body shudders violently in pleasure. He waits for her to adjust to his form before plunging in more. It started slowly at first but with time, harder as their bodies danced to the melodious rhythm. Not only was she the most difficult person he had ever encountered, she was his best. He did not want those thoughts to bother him or dwell for so long so with every breath he took, he pounded into her harder.

She felt like her eyes were going to rollback into her head, if there's a possibility of such. He leans down and kisses her and they both heave a sigh, one of ease as they let go of their pent-up frustrations as they finally get a release of it all.

None of them utters a word as Tobi rolls off her frame and walks into the bathroom, leaving an exhausted yet satisfied Farida. He knew he had to be gentle with her. So, after cleaning up, he returns to the room, a warm towel in his hands as he gently cleans off the skin between her thighs, still not uttering any word.

He discards the clothe and comes back to lie on the right side of the bed, in his thoughts till sleep consumes him, not missing the sound of the door locking which indicates that she just left the room.