Chapter 40
Daniel
The last few weeks, Anu and I have been spending our evenings together.
We have dinner together and I join her on the sofa as she watches her animated movies, sips her tea, cuddled up under a blanket with her legs resting on my lap while I read documents.
I have come to enjoy these moments as our thing.
I look forward to them. I can’t believe I’m saying this.
I’m no longer an "I". I have transformed into a shared experience of "we" and "us. "
Most evenings, we barely make it through the movie or the reading before our insatiable feeling for each other takes over. I like having her close to me.
We have just taken our positions when her phone beeps with a text.
She looks at it and sets it aside. I continue reading and a chuckle escapes me from the jokes in the movie.
I didn’t get why she watched the animated movies at first, until she said a happy ending or warm fuzzy feeling is guaranteed, plus a laugh.
Most importantly, she gets to relate with the kids and know what they are talking about when they bring up a song or a joke.
Her phone beeps again. She looks and sets the phone back down. Now that has me intrigued; something is up. I don’t say anything and continue our palpable moment, until her phone beeps again and, like before, she does the same thing.
“Are you going to answer that?”
“Nope.” Her tone sounds final.
“Why not?” My question is subtle.
“Because it’s my ex, Teni.”
Now, that has my attention.
“He’s texting you because—” I let the rest hang for her to fill in the gap.
“He wants to come over and pick up his Xbox, which is a code for booty call. He always texts me about picking up his Xbox whenever he’s in town. When he comes over, he somehow decides to leave it after sex, until he’s in town again. I stopped answering his calls once I noticed the pattern.”
She stops speaking like that should be the end of it. Only, I’m fuming, and this conversation just began.
“Text him back. Tell him to come and get his Xbox,” I firmly state.
She turns a wide eye to me.
“Jacob plays with that thing and likes some games on it. Teni can afford to buy a new one. I just need to ignore his calls or send him money for a new one if he wants to be petty,” she gravels.
“Anuoluwa Kuti, text him right now to stop by tomorrow and pick up his damn Xbox,” I sternly state.
“Fine,” she snaps. I watch her send the text and immediately the asshole’s reply beeps.
“He’s asking what time to stop by.”
“1pm,” I answer as I pick up my phone and call Patrick.
He answers right away. “Hey, boss.”
“I need you to get the newest Xbox and have a technician here to install it by noon tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks, good night.” I turn to Anu, who’s staring at me, perplexed.
“Did you just call your PA at almost midnight with instruction to buy a new Xbox?” Her tone is questioning.
“He’s my PA, he knows to expect a call from me at any hour of the day.”
“I can’t believe you just said that. The more important question is: why are you buying an Xbox?”
“Because your ex is taking his back, and he’s not calling you again after tomorrow.”
“You do know his family and my family are close friends; I’ll still see him. I’m handling this booty call business by ignoring his calls.”
“Well, as your boyfriend, I’m handling it by returning his Xbox to him and making sure he doesn’t call again, and that he stays away from you.”
"Fine," she huffed, pulling the soft blanket tighter around her. I’m familiar with this move: a silent pout, expressing her disagreement with my actions without a word.
I pull at the blanket, and she pulls it back with a scoff at me.
My hand goes under the blanket, between her legs.
She tries to clamp her legs together, but my hands are stronger.
My fingers soon make their way to her core; I give it a slow and gentle massage.
She arches her brow at me, challenging me to stop.
I increase my massage even as she hangs on tight to releasing any moan.
With a subtle adjustment, she makes it easier for me.
A finger finds its way in, and a soft moan, filled with both pleasure and surprise, escapes her.
I smirk, a sly smile spreading across my face.
“I still disagree with you,” she says, still fighting to let go.
“I know, and I’m still making sure he doesn’t call you again,” I confirm to her.
Just as another finger enters her, she replies with a shudder of pleasure, her body twisting in response as moans slip from her lips. I continue, making her spread her legs wider for me. That’s it, princess, only for me.
Her moan grows louder as my thumb caresses her and another finger is added. She starts to shake; her moans fills the air.
“You can’t possibly be jealous of him,” she says.
“Actually, I am jealous of him and upset because he has touched what’s mine. You.” My other hand goes to her breast. “Come for me.”
“I’m… still… upset…with you…”
“Should I stop, then?” I challenge, as I attempt to pull my fingers out.
“Don’t you dare!” she chastises.
“I didn’t think so,” I tease and increase speed. “Take the shirt off.”
“C…can’t…”
I use one hand with her other hand to pull it off her body, and her hardened nipples stare right at me.
I immediately bend and take a nipple in my mouth, tongue swirling and sucking hard.
Her hand goes into my hair, and I feel her pull harder.
She’s close; a gentle bite to her nipple does the final trick as she comes screaming, “Daniel”.
I watch her shudder, and her release dripping.
“That’s my girl,” I say, slowly licking my fingers that are dripping with her cum. She knocks my hand off.
“Can we get to fucking me now?” she snaps, and I chuckle, which earns me an eye roll. Totally getting my way.
“Can we?” I tease. “You said you are still upset with me, and I don’t think you want my dick if you are that,” I add.
“Messing with me right now won’t go well. Maybe I should pick up my phone and—”
I don’t let her finish before slamming my lips with hers.
She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me right back, and our tongue swirl in familiar harmony.
She hurriedly pulls my lounge pants down to pull me out.
I don’t waste time filling her up. I gasp at the warmth and pleasure I feel every time I penetrate her sweet pussy.
Does she know she’s, my weakness? So lost in her warmth, I move fast and she matches my speed.
God, I love this woman, and her pussy was made for me.
We both come crashing out loudly. I hope she gets pregnant.
For the first time in my life, I welcome the idea with a smile.
“What are you smiling about?”
“You, princess. Always you,” I say, kissing her once more, before carrying her to bed.