Chapter 48
Daniel
The next few days we are living in our bliss until I had to travel again. Anu has refused to speak to me; she doesn’t like me traveling. Truth, is I don’t like it either but I’m trying to wrap things up, so I won’t have to travel as much.
I unlock the door and find her sleeping on the sofa; it’s one in the morning. Taking my shoes off, I tiptoe to her side and gently kiss her forehead. She doesn’t stir. She must be tired for her not to wake up. I turn the TV off. She watched an animated movie: her go to movie when she’s exhausted.
I take my laptop to my room and find the bed made.
She didn’t sleep in here at all. I then check her room and find piles of laundry on her bed.
I pull the sheets on my bed and return to pick her up.
Soon as I try to carry her, she starts to fight.
I catch her right hand, but she hits me with her left. Fuck, I forgot how quick she is.
“Anu, it’s me. It’s Daniel,” I say.
She stops fighting and looks closer at me.
“Daniel,” she questions, gently placing her palm to my cheek, almost like she’s checking that I’m real.
“I’m taking you to bed,” I say, lifting her up.
She rests her head on my chest. She’s burnt out. I set her down and covered her up before heading to the bathroom for a warm shower.
I get in bed and feel the warmth of her body next to mine.
The gentle rhythm of her breathing eases my tension.
Waves of tranquility washes over me as my body relaxes completely, the scent of lavender filling my nostrils.
The world fades, leaving only the feel of her skin against mine.
A quiet contentment always fills my soul when she's in my arms.
I put a lid on my craving for her. I know she only sleeps heavily like a log when she's worn out. Begs the question: what did she do all day? I find myself yawning and soon fall asleep.
I wake up to an empty bed. Pulling my boxers on, I head out of the bedroom in search of Anu and find her on the sofa, sipping tea and humming to whatever tune she’s cooking up.
“Good morning,” I say just as I smell the coffee.
I follow the coffee smell and pour some, letting it do its work of waking me up before heading to the sofa. I set the mug down on the center table. She jumps on me, knocking me fully awake.
“Good morning. When did you get home?” she asks, kissing my cheeks and everywhere but my lips.
“This morning,” I answer and let her straddle me.
She rains kisses on my neck and breathes me in. I smile, knowing I like it when she does that.
“I missed you,” I say, pulling her closer like I needed her closer than she already is.
“Hmm, missed you too, Daniel.”
She’s kissing my ears; her breathy sound and kisses is a fucking foreplay.
“Why didn’t you sleep in the bed?” I ask, still surprised she slept off on the sofa when I know she doesn’t like sleeping on the sofa.
“I didn’t want to sleep in your bed without you, and I also didn’t want to fold my laundry,” she answers in between planting kisses all over me.
“I’ll fold your laundry,” I say, cupping her face so I can devour her mouth.
I’ve missed her so much. The swirl of her tongue with mine always awakes my inner being. She pulls back, breaking the kiss. I start to kiss her neck and knead her breast. Touching her soft silky skin is the only thing my hands are meant to do daily.
“Nkem is going to fold my laundry. I bake; she folds”
My laughter echoes in the room. A soft whisper, like a lover's secret, brushed against her ears, making her shudder with a delicate bite.
“Why is Nkem folding your clothes?” I ask, flipping her onto the sofa.
She lays back with one leg wrapped around my waist.
“You know I don’t like doing laundry, and she loves my beef patties. I bake; she folds.”
I chuckle, just knowing she would do anything to get out of doing her laundry.
I take a nipple in my mouth while pinching the other nipple. She moans and runs her hand in my hair. I remove my T-shirt from her body. She’s wearing one of those granny panties. I pull it off fast as she laughs.
“Let’s go to your bed,” she says.
I remove my lips from the swollen nipple and have her dangled over my shoulder in record time, smacking her naked bottom. Her laughter is hearty, and happiness seeps into me. I smack her ass again, making her laugh more.
I drop her unceremoniously on the bed. She rolls her naked self to the end, laughing.
Her happiness is infectious. I adore the way her eyes sparkle, and her breezy and hearty laugh fills the room, which warms my heart.
With a gentle pull of her legs, I get her closer to the edge of the bed.
A bubbly laugh escapes her, echoing all around us.
I always get lost in her and could never get tired of hearing her laugh.
Now, I need her moaning and screaming my name. Another sound I can’t ever resist.