Forty-Six

I ducked my head underneath the duvet and shut my eyes immediately the door pushed open and Chinwe's voice filled the room.

"Oh, she's still asleep". She said to herself and then I waited till I heard her retreating footsteps and the sound of the door going shut before I brought my head back out.

I wasn't asleep.

For some reason, I'd woken up way earlier than usual today. It wasn't even up to nine am but I'd already showered, brushed my teeth, and changed into a tank top and one of my favourite pink boy shorts.

But I didn't want to get out of my bed.

Not until I reconciled the internal battle between my pride and guilt. I picked up my phone as guilt started fighting its way through. I was the one in the wrong so it was only right that I apologised. I opened his chat and started typing out an apology. I would just say that I overreacted and shouldn't have yelled at him like that.

*Hi, Mene. I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday. I shouldn't have called you selfish. I'm sorry and I miss you xx*

I clicked on the send icon and immediately after the message was sent, I threw my phone aside and buried my face into my pillow. Call me childish but I didn't want to see that he'd read the message till I heard the notification indicating that he'd replied.

However, it wasn't a notification sound that came next but Chinwe's voice.

"I thought you were sleeping". Her accusatory tone made me jerk.

There was no need to fake it. She'd already caught me.

I raised my face from the pillow to explain the reason behind my actions but my words dried in my throat the moment Mene filled my vision. My heart picked up at the sight of Mene who was standing right behind her with his phone in his hands. I remained where I lay, paralyzed by the blended mix of confusion and shock that rippled in me.

"When I came here the first time, I came to tell you that he was here but I went back cause I thought you were asleep. Till we saw your text". She intentionally emphasized the web so I'd know that she also saw the message.

"I'll take it from here". Mene said, placing a hand on her arm and saving me from her snarl. "Thank you, Chinwe".

"Alright". She told him as she started to leave. When Mene came in front of her as she retreated from the room, her snarl dropped and I bit my lip to hide my laughter when she winked at me and licked the air with her tongue. I was definitely going to ask her why she put up the whole irritated act later, once I was done with the situation on the ground.

Mene closed my room door and I pushed myself to a sitting position as he walked over to where I sat. I expected him to sit beside him but he didn't. Instead, he stopped directly in front of me and my body sizzled, its's usual reaction to his closeness. I sat still, watching his every movement as he slowly lowered himself on one knee before me. A scorching emotion assailed my heart when he picked up my hands and pressed kisses to both of them. I'd wronged this man but not only did he drive all the way here to see me, he's also on his knees before me showering me with a contagious passion.

My tongue burned with the words I wanted to say. 'I love you, Mene and I'm sorry I'm not who you think I am'. Every part of me was cheering me on, urging me to let those words out.

"I'm sorry". I felt my subconscious slap her face in exhaustion as those words came out instead.

"I wish you'll stop apologising". He stopped kissing my hands and pulled me to my feet. He sat down where I was seated and lowered me to his lap. "I shouldn't have reacted to Chinonso like that. I just didn't like his body language while he was speaking to you. I was also in the wrong".

I didn't tell him that Chinonso loved me and wanted to marry me as that would only infuriate him further.

"And I also want to promise you that my mother will not know about us since that's what you want".

"Thank you".

I could tell the smile that stretched his lips was forced but I didn't have time to dwell on it, not when Mene's hands were beginning to slide up my thighs. I sighed as he nibbled my earlobe before sucking on the sensitive skin beneath it.

"I thought you said we weren't having sex till tomorrow". Those words left me on a moan with my eyes clenched shut. I wrapped my hands around his neck as his lips trailed to my neck. I felt his chuckle on the base of my neck before he spoke.

"Have I ever lied to you?" I shuddered as those words vibrated around my throat.

"No". I replied faintly, more interested in the feeling his lips around my neck were provoking that the words leaving his mouth. He could tell me right now that he was a serial killer sent to murder me and Chinwe and all I'll reply is 'Great, now fuck me'.

"Consider that my first lie to you because we're going to be having lots of sex, sweetheart. Lots and lots of it".

I turned in his lap to straddle him, our lips inches apart and my hands still looped around his neck. "I like the sound of that".

"I'm glad". He muttered before our tongues meet. This particular kiss was different from every other we've had. It's softer and more passionate, like we're both trying to tell each other things with it. My senses were also aware of his every touch; one hand gripping my waist while the other hand caressed my thigh before skimming upwards.

Our rush of breaths echoed around us as he pushed my shorts to the side and plunged two fingers inside me. My greedy muscles dragged his fingers further in and my forehead collided softly with his as he fucked me with his fingers just the way I like it.

"Take off your top". He doesn't even need to repeat the order twice. My hands left his neck to push my top off me, my breasts bouncing free as I tugged it off my head. He swallowed hard as his eyes feasted on them hungrily. Even my nipples responded to his heated gaze as they tightened into hard beads.

"I never knew I was a tits man till I met you. Lean on your hands, sweetheart". Another order I don't hesitate to comply with.

I did as he asked and a loud gasp rushed past my mouth as his lips closed around a nipple while his fingers resumed their movement in me. I could experience this sensational feeling every day but still never get used to it. My eyes clenched hard as I felt my orgasm powering on and Mene feels it too but instead of letting me have it, he cuts it short.

My whole body was alarmed, ready to fight him but he only offered me a smug smile. "I believe you have an apology to render to me. On your knees, sweetheart". His order was punctuated with a sharp slap that made my ass bounce and a fresh pool of wetness roll down my thighs. The meaning behind his order was as clear as the day and uncertainty settled within me as I slowly went down to my knees. I couldn't remember the last time I gave a man a blowjob and now I was scared I was going to do badly at it. This man was perfect at everything, even fingering. I didn't want to be the naïve one.

I was on my knees, trying to force my brain to remember any skilful way to make a man cum in seconds with my tongue while my eyes watched him undress. A rush of breath left me the moment he took off his black senator attire and his toned body came into view. This man was gorgeous. Every inch of him.

He pushed his briefs down his legs and I bit my lip in anticipation as my eyes settled on his cock, hard and thick, awaiting my lips on them.

He fisted his cock in his hand, his jaw hardened as he prepared himself for action. "This is how I want you to apologise to me from now henceforth. On your knees with my cock in your mouth. Is that understood?"

"Yes". I nodded curtly.

"Part your lips for me".

I parted my lips and closed them around his dick as he pushed it into my mouth.

"Fuck!" He barked, his hand slapping hard against the wall behind us and I slowly felt my confidence restored at his reaction. I decided to stop overthinking it and just do whatever I felt would make him feel good. He pushed his cock farther in till I choked on it but I don't still let go. My eyes watered as I took every bit of what he gave to me, accepting his assault.

Mene was a moaning mess. I couldn't understand the words leaving his mouth but pride filled my heart at the sight of his head thrown back and his face bunched up. I was doing that to him. I was the one doing that to him.

And that's what kept me going. My knees were hurting and tears were spilling down my eyes from how deep his dick was but I didn't for once relent.

Not even when I felt his dick jerk. He was cumming. I awaited his cum but Mene surprised me by dragging his dick from my mouth and groaned loudly as he spilled his cum on my breasts.

"Jesus". He panted, fighting to catch his breath. His face was filled with wonder as he helped me to my feet. "I don't deserve you this woman". He shook his head like he couldn't believe I was standing in front of him and I was lifted and thrown on the bed before I could respond to that.

I landed on the bed with a hearty giggle and he kneeled in between my legs and raised them to his shoulder.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart".

I sent my eyes to his and the intensity I found in them made my heart still. This moment had been hung on the walls of my heart as one of the most intimate moments ever. We were the only ones existing in the world right now. Nothing else and no one else.

"Keep them on me. I want to see what I do to them".

"Okay". I nodded and with that, he thrusts into me. The intrusion almost made me close my eyes but I forced them to stay on his. Not wanting to get robbed of the sight of those dark brown eyes dilating as he pushed in and out of me. He dropped my legs from his shoulder and lowered himself to me such that we were now skin to skin and chest to chest, our breaths mingling.

This moment was more than sex. There was something else attached to it. It was more of a verb than an adjective, moving from him to me and vice versa, encasing us in a bubble.

My hands rose on their own to cradle his chin, caressing his beards and he released a sharp breath at the softness of my touch. Since I couldn't tell him that I loved him, I was showing him.

His hands moved in between us to circle my clit and that's when I lost the battle with the urge to shut my eyes. My hands dropped from his face to his shoulders and my fingers dug into them as I cried out his name.

"Shit. Give me your eyes, sweetheart".

I licked my lips, compelling my eyes to stay open but the pleasure from his movements and his fingers circling my clit was way too much for me to contend with.

"I'm trying". I cried out.

He placed his hands under my ass as leverage when he rammed into me, my eyes fell open at how deep he was. I didn't even know he was capable of hitting the spot he just did.

"That's more like it". He smiled victoriously as my eyes lingered on his but I couldn't even return that smile. My orgasm attacked me just like it had been doing ever since the day this man started fucking me.

"Oh yes, Mene!" I screamed, my body bowing with the force of my orgasm. It was too much. Too intense. Too good. My bucking and trashing went on till he followed suit. He buried his face in my neck, groaning as he shot his seed inside of me. He spun me immediately he finished in me and I sighed, relaxing on his torso, spent and satiated.

We lay there for a moment, listening to the sound of our heartbeats while we slowly caught our breaths. I leaned up to draw half circles on his left nipple.

"Why did you come here?"

"To see you". There was no stopping the coy smile that coloured my face.

Did you hear that world?! This man came here to see me!

"Only that?" I pressed on, wanting to hear more.

"And to drag you out of the house".

I paused in my drawing, turning my head slightly to regard him. "To where?"

"Mirabel texted me. Everything is ready for my mother's birthday. Let's go see the place".