TODAY IS BUSINESS

Lola’s hand rubbed the pillow which felt soft and warm, but only then did she realize that it wasn’t as strong and hairy as Grey’s chest. Her eyes blinked open and she met what she had leaned on all the while—a damned pillow.

Secretly lola much preferred Grey’s chest to the pillow and his scent was intoxicating and lively all at once like a drug to her

She inhaled and rubbed hard on the pillow before she rose and stretched her arms, only to see Grey right on the seat in the room, fully dressed in a suit and shiny black shoes.

He had a teacup in the grip of just two fingers, and the steam from the cup puffed in the air like the vapour of boiled water. He pulled the cup to his lip and took a quick sip.

“You have to get used to it, Lola,” he uttered with a smile. “Good morning, by the way.”

“I have to get used to what?” Lola took off the bedsheet that covered her body and rolled out of bed. She walked over to the wardrobe in the room and took one of Grey’s clothes.

Grey watched her smooth naked body, as foxy as ever, turn to him and raise the cloth above her head.

“Can I?” she asked.

“As many as you can,” Grey nodded a consent.

Lola smiled and wore the clothes. She could have asked him to return to bed and maybe have a round of what they did the previous night before he took off to where he had dressed up to go.

“You have to get fond of waking alone in this bed even though you are married to me,” he crossed his legs and relaxed his back on the sofa. “You have to learn how to remain starved of my warmth because you won’t see me as often as you require.”

Lola nodded twice and returned to the bedside, but she didn’t sit. Her eyes searched the floor for the clothes she wore last night, but all she could find was the pantie Grey tore off from her waist last night while he made love to her.

She picked up the pantie and spread it to see the damage his hand did to the poor pantie while his soul craved for what was between her thighs.

“I’ve always lived that way, sir,” she said. “I’ve always woken without the warmth of a man and I’ve always been without sex until last night.”

Grey dropped the teacup. He was done with the hot tea, but not with the conversation.

“You’ve been without sex until last night,” he ran a hand on his hair. “That’s why you should learn to be starved of it even after you’ve had the first experience of it.”

Lola chuckled and tossed the ruined pantie at Grey. “I signed to marry you, have a child for you and keep off from just a romantic relationship. You never indicated that you would starve me of sex.”

“Sex comes with so many romantic feelings, Lola,” he stood up and rubbed his hands.

“Men aren’t emotionally attached to what their dick feeds on, they only grab it for the fun and go their way,” she tendered her little excuse. “That’s why men patronize harlots.”

Grey inhaled. “You want me to treat you like a harlot?”

“I don’t want you to starve me of what we had last night,” she said with all boldness.

He chuckled and returned to the sofa. He must have drafted the wrong contract. He should have stipulated that she should sign to keep off from the demand for sex between both parties, but lack of sex with her was never his first intention.

He wanted what he had last night, too. Her warmth and her pussy were far different from what he ever had with his ex-wife, Mary.

“And by the way, how sure are you that I will bear you an heir, a son at that if you starve me of your cum?” she asked. Her gaze remained stern on his face.

He could have moved his face off from her gaze, but he wanted her. he hadn’t felt the way he felt for once in a long time. He wanted to devour her, to possess her for a while, to plant all of his seeds in her.

“I understand you are dressed for work, but before the work outside, there is always the work inside, and that is exactly what I want from you now.” She uttered, and gently, she walked towards him, while her fingers did the little job the fingers do when they grip hold of a cloth.

She wanted him to at least see her nakedness after she had let him see it when she rose from bed; that’s her easy go with the art of seduction.

He allowed her.

The cloth met the floor and she closed in on him and gently sat on his lap. She watched her move her lips close to his and brushed them against his.

Tender and lovely, his lips swung into action, and his hand gripped her ass like they were two balls of inflated balloons. Their kiss got intense. They both struggled for dominance. Lola was swift but not as strong as Grey, and not even one bit skilled in the game.

He whisked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. There, he lowered her like a bag of grain and yanked off his suit, all that hindered him from his newly found business of the morning.

“Grey,” she winced. That was the first time she called him by his name. He had always called him ‘sir’, even after they kissed each other right before the priest that wedded them and the guests who were present as witnesses to the vows they swore.

His fingers went first, and when he was done with the phase of fingers, he went down and planted his face between her thighs.

She moaned and wriggled and winced as though it was a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Grey,” she whispered amidst pleasure. “I need you inside.”