22. LUKE
Chapter 22
LUKE
She was worth the wait. This is the first time I’ve felt a connection and truly understand the concept of love making. I want to share all of myself with her. I roll off her and pull her into my arms.
Our heart rates are slowing down. She curls into me, and I wrap my arms around her.
“We didn’t use protection. I promise you I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in three years, and I can’t get pregnant right now because my period just ended,” she spills, and I laugh. My wife is inexperienced, and I like it.
“I promise you I’m clean, and I’ll show it to you. You’re the first woman I’ve made love to without protection. Guess you do that to me.” She chuckles and moves closer to me. I love the feel of her body next to mine. I feel my dick come to life again. Fuck!
“How about we make up for lost time?” I say.
“Okay.” She smiles.
I turn her over onto her stomach, pull her ass up, and fill her all the way. Every inch of me is buried deep in her, moving at a steady pace to savor the moment. Her wetness engulfs me, and I cup her breast, squeezing her nipples as she cries out, “Oh God,” in a sultry tone. A sound that’s now etched into my mind. This is when I lose control, plunging into her, grabbing every inch of her beautiful ass as she screams my name in different echoes.
I feel her walls sucking me in again, and she comes with a loud cry. Right away, I cum all over again, pouring it all into her. I feel a pang of disappointment that she can’t get pregnant right now, but we have time.
I roll onto my back just as she falls onto her stomach. I throw my legs over her and she puts her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around me.
“We might have to do that again, so I know I’m still on earth,” I say as my breathing returns to normal.
“You have to feed me first.” She mumbles as she cuddles closer to me.
“What do you want?” I ask, kissing her head, my hands freely running over her smooth skin. I’ve waited months for this moment. Though it felt like a lifetime.
“Carbs and protein.” I laugh, smacking her luscious ass. I pull up to lean my back against the headboard, and she rolls out of bed.
“Where are you going?” I want her to be close to me.
“Shower, then eat all the food you’re ordering.” I nod and watch her ass, which is now mine , as she goes to the bathroom. As soon as I hear the water running, I quickly placed the food order and race in to join her. She’s lathering when I step into the shower with her, wrapping my arms around her waist and rubbing her breast.
“Whatever we do, my shower cap must not fall off.”
“Duly noted,” I reply, my hand going down to her spot, and she gasps. “Hold on,” I say as I slide down, and my tongue takes over her lips, licking and swirling. She pulls on my hair, crying out, “Oh God,” in that sultry tone. It fuels me to go deeper. Using my fingers, I have my way with her pussy, which is drenched as the water flows down our bodies. She makes a loud cry, her body jerking, and I lick every last drop of her orgasm.
“I can’t … stand… Luke.”
“On your knees,” I say, and she obeys. I get behind her and fill her up, moving fast. We both cry out.
She lathers me and takes her time washing me. I’ve never felt more intimately connected with anyone than I feel with her. I’m a happy man.
I’m out of the shower first and get a towel for her. I watch as she dries off and removes the cap. Her braids fall down her back. She puts them back up in a scrunchie and starts creaming her body. I notice she’s meticulous about covering every inch of her skin. I keep watching her as I brush my teeth. I watch because I’m inquisitive, plus I enjoy it. My stepfather is right: I’m in love with her, but I doubt she wants to hear that from me yet. For now, I’m determined to show her how deeply I care.
“I have psoriasis. To prevent breakouts and itching, I must cream well and get some sunlight, natural vitamin D. I enjoy walking, but with my psoriasis, I take my walks during the day most times. Can you help with my back?”
“Sure.” I take the cream from her and cover every inch of her back and ass.
“I believe I got my ass myself,” she smirks.
“Can’t be too sure. I’m making sure we get every inch of you covered.”
“Liar, you just want to touch my ass,” she teases. I smirk and smack her ass.
“Yep.” I lotion myself and watch her head back to the bedroom, to our suitcases that are still unpacked. She takes out an oversized T-shirt and puts it on. I notice it’s my brother’s shirt, and I have an urge to rip the shirt off her body. I watch her put on underwear, then a pair of shorts.
I put my shorts on and take out two T-shirts from my bag. I put one on and hand the other to her. She looks at me, clueless.
“Take that off and put this on,” I say to her in a succinct tone.
“What? Why? Is it torn?” She starts to look around the shirt for possible holes. She can’t be that clueless, but clearly, she is.
“I don’t want another man’s shirt on you.” There, I said it out loud. She smiles.
“This is Osei’s shirt. I like the softness and the fact that it’s oversized.”
“Last I checked, my brother is a man.” She gasps as comprehension sets in.
“Okay.” She takes it off and takes mine from me, putting it on. We hear a knock, and I go to answer the door. Our breakfast is brought in. I tip the guy, and he leaves.
She comes out quietly, avoiding eye contact with me. We sit down to eat. I notice she doesn’t touch the bacon and sausage—only the pancakes and eggs.
“No sausage?” She shakes her head. I forgot she doesn’t eat pork.
“Look at me, Dele.” She raises her head to look my way.
“I don’t like you wearing his shirt or that of any man.”
“It’s just a shirt,” she mumbles.
“It’s his shirt. It has his smell all over it, and that smell is all over you.” She stares at me, wide-eyed. I maintain the stare and don’t blink. “I’ll buy you the exact same shirt and size, but you are not wearing that shirt or any other shirt that belongs to him.”
“Okay,” she agrees and starts to eat. Good, because there’s no way I was going to back down on her wearing his shirt. We finish eating and push the tray out into the hallway.
“Do you want to go out?
“No, I’m tired. I think I overworked my ass the last few weeks with school and work. Can we go out later or tomorrow?”
I agree; she overworked herself. “We can go out whenever you are ready.” I’m completely happy if she wants to stay in. I open the slides to let the breeze in, then take a seat on the sofa and pat the space next to me. She smiles and takes the spot, curling up to me. I kiss her forehead. I pick up the remote and turn the TV on.
“Any requests?”
“Action movie.”
“Do you have any in particular?”
“Can we watch all the Bad Boys movies?”
“Bad Boys it is.” I find the movie and play it. I wrap my arm around her and find myself in complete contentment just having her next to me. My phone rings, and I see it's Lily, my fucking ex. I honestly wish we didn’t work together; unfortunately, we have business ties. I rejected the call and put the phone on silent right away.
“We can pause the movie if you need to take the call.” Dele says.
“No, it’s not important,” I tell her, but I know Lily won’t stop calling, which is really where the problem lies. I’ve avoided taking her calls in the last week since I got married. She’s probably wondering how that happened. Dele stirs next to me, and I toss thoughts of Lily aside. I’ll deal with her later; right now, my attention is on someone much more important. My wife.