Water No Get Enemy
31
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I stir awake, my eyes fluttering open as I become aware of my surroundings. Morning light filters gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room—something I’ve missed because I tried getting an apartment facing the sunrise, but it comes at a heavy price. Lucky me, my man’s room doesn’t lack in the abundance of sunlight.
Special is breathing steady beside me, reassuring me that he’s still lost in sleep. With a soft smile, I nuzzle closer to him, feeling the comforting rise and fall of his chest. It’s a signed deal, I’m the early morning person.
Shifting slightly, I trace idle patterns on his arm with my fingers. I wasn’t thinking about intimacy or sex when I arrived late last night like Charles and Itohan had suggested, I was just glad to be here with him. And the gentleman that he is, he fed me, watched a movie with me till I felt sleepy, then escorted me to bed.
Now that I know what he’s into, the desire to be close to him intensifies, an ache that has been subconsciously building since he opened the door last night. When we hugged, the way his body fit perfectly against mine, and the way my skin melted at his touch, confirmed everything I needed to know .
I continue my exploration with my fingers, wanting to memorize this fine specimen. Gently, I brush my lips against the curve of his neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses. His breath catches, and I feel a shiver pass through him—a response that causes heat to pool between my thighs.
I trail my lips lower, the softness of his skin against mine sending sparks of electricity through my veins. His body stirs beneath me, and a quiet groan escapes his lips. Encouraged, I press myself against him, molding my body to his.
In my sultriest voice, I murmur against his skin, “Good morning.”
“Fii…” His chest rumbles with quiet mirth.
Yes… I smirk.
He blinks his eyes open, his surprised gaze meeting mine with longing. But as the seconds tick by, his excited expression shifts to one of concern.
God please, not again.
He gently disentangles himself from my touch and a soft sigh escapes my lips.
What now? I roll my eyes.
“Fifi,” he begins, then hesitates. “Baby…” He pulls me into his arms while I pout, facing away. “You know the plan now.”
“The plan you forgot about the last time.”
“Tsk. I was weak.”
“Oh, can’t you be weak again?”
He chuckles.
“It’s not funny. Is something wrong with me?”
“No, no, no, baby,” he rushes to placate me. “It’s not you. Feel it now.” He thrusts his waist in my direction, causing his erection to press against me.
Probably just morning wood.
“I want you like crazy. Need and want you, like no tomorrow. But we’re both aware of the circumstances. Once I start, baby, I don’t want any excuses. And I don’t want us taking such risks. We need to be careful, especially now th at the finish line is almost here. We’ll be together soon and everything will align.”
Whatever… I nod, tired of the direction the topic is going.
“You’re not on the same page with me?” His voices cause my resolve to break.
“Spesh… I understand,” I say softly, reaching out to cup his cheek. “I just... I miss you so much. And I just feel… I feel we should go to the next level. I remember the way I felt the last time and I want to feel that way whenever I’m around you.”
He smiles, a bittersweet expression that mirrors my longing. “I miss you too,” he replies, his fingers tracing the outline of my lips. “But not like this baby. Not like this.” He leans in to press a gentle kiss against my forehead.
“I’m tired—I want.” I shrug, putting out my tongue to suck on his finger. “Can we do a repeat of the last time?”
I sense him getting excited, but he’s forcing himself to remain controlled. “When I get back from work?”
“Oh, I forgot.”
He smiles, taking his finger from my lips. “Yeah. That’s what you get when you keep surprising me with your visits. At least I got to sleep better and longer, but now I’m late.”
As much as I want to keep him close, I understand the demands of his job. “I’ll be looking forward to that,” I reply, letting my fingers linger on his cheek before reluctantly withdrawing my touch. “Go and conquer the day, lover...”
“I’ll do my best.” He chuckles, his gaze holding mine for a moment longer before he swings his legs over the edge of the bed.
I watch him standing, admiring his muscles that I’ll claim as mine forever. Yummy… I lick my lips and wink. “You better.”
He shakes his head before leaning down to press a lingering kiss to my forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll make tonight count.” He winks.
Hmm… when you put it like that … I grin, watching him head towards the bathroom to prepare for his day, while I remain in bed for a moment longer, savoring the heat he left behind .
Within minutes, he’s in and out of the shower, dressing up, telling me where to find cereals for breakfast and some leftover stew I can have with boiled white rice, some cash in one of the drawers, and then he is out the door.
Nice! Left to my own devices.
With a contented sigh, I slip out of bed and begin to go about my morning routine. Going through my luggage, I pull out my toiletries and make-up bag. It’s high time I start forgetting things in his apartment, I chuckle.
I smear toothpaste on my brush and begin the mechanical motion of brushing, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Should I have planned this visit with him? Yes. Would I have done that? No. Why? I don’t—I think it’s because I’m not sure of myself. I’m not sure what we’re doing—
Shut up!
I pause, staring deeply at my reflection.
“What do you want?” I murmur to the lady staring at me with a black satin cap on her head, full lashes, large, dreamy eyes, narrow-bridged nose, with toothpaste foam around her lips. “What do you want?” I repeat again, before spitting out toothpaste froth. “What are you doing here?”
I’m here for the one I love. The one who believes in me. And although I have only felt nothing but love since I was born, Special sees the best in me before others. To give him credit, he’s worth fighting for. Without him, I won’t be here, talk less of being a Masters graduate from one of the best schools in Europe.
I let out a long breath, turn on the tap and guzzle water, washing my mouth with a permanent goofy smile. Oh Special…
The apartment, though empty of his physical presence, is still imbued with his essence. I miss him already.
Taking my time, I shed off my vest, shorts, and sexy underwear—a must when I’m visiting my man—as though he’s in the room with me. I need to practice anyways.
After wearing my shower cap, I step into the shower, allowing the hot water to cascade over me before switching to warm water.
“…tonight, I’l l make it count,” he’d said. Who knows what he has planned?
I smile, soaping my sponge and begin to lather my body. For the first time in over twenty-four years, I pause while washing my breasts, taking a moment to get to know myself better. I lift my breasts, gently massaging them, thinking of my hands as Special’s. It’s funny at first, but I decide to get into character, biting my lips. Warm water rains on me, acting as a shield from the outside world. Liquid desire slips out of my vaginal walls, and I dare myself further. I let one hand slide lower, play with my nether lips, and then, with a deep inhale, slide my finger inside, imagining it’s Special’s fingers doing the magic. I gasp, pressing my aroused breast into my other hand that’s holding the sponge.
What the heck am I doing?
Looking down, sure enough, my finger is inside my vagina, waiting for me to continue this madness that eats me up whenever I’m around Special. Shaking my head, I try taking my fingers out and oh… the sensation…
Slowly, I push my finger back inside, close my eyes, and repeat the process. Again. And again. Panting, I increase my pace. I don’t know if the sponge has fallen; all I know is that I need to massage my breasts and stroke my nipples.
Inserting another finger to the one already there, I moan as my pleasure intensifies. My legs are shaking, my mind fascinated, by the pleasure the thought of Special is having on me. Oh… I moan, tightening the muscles of my butt as I remembered what he did to me with his fingers.
God… this feels so good.
Faster.
Yes! Yes…
Lost in the heat of the moment, I surrender to the sensations coursing through me. With each thrust of my fingers, I conjure images of his touch, his taste, his scent, amplifying my arousal to dizzying heights.
I’m getting there. Hm. Hm. Hm. My breath comes in ragged gasps, the water around me guiding me to a destination I’m eager to arrive. I imagine his hands on my skin, his lips trailing fiery paths across my body, his voice whispering dirty things to me. Telling me I’m a dangerous woman. A naughty girl. His wicked, selfish girl. His only girl. The intensity of it all overwhelms me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of release.
Something is building i n me. It’s coming from all sides—ugh! I don’t know where.
Almost there.
Yes… yes…
“Hmm… Spesh… Spesh…” I moan, holding the wall for support as I break into tiny pieces, my vaginal muscles contracting and spasming around my fingers.
“Yes… hmm…” I moan, breathing heavily.
What did I just do? I ponder as the sensations ebb. Smiling, I slowly take my fingers out of my vagina in wonder. Breathless and trembling, I lean against the tiled wall of the shower, my heart still racing with the intensity of my release. How come I haven’t thought of doing this for myself? I feel so light and wow, I’m still smiling.
I chuckle, hugging myself.
Okay, this water is tepid, I need to get out . And with that, I do a quick wash, scared of getting carried away by this new revelation I just unlocked with my body—I don’t need Special in physical form to feel this way.
Stepping out of the shower, I towel off and dress up with what I’m sure is a goofy smile on my face. Try as I might, the smile doesn’t go away. Heading to the kitchen, I prepare a light breakfast, choosing a box of cereal from his colorful selection. While I eat, I take the time to catch up on messages, my mind occasionally wandering back to my shower moment .
Should I tell him about it?
Nah… it’s for me.
Maybe Itohan? She might have some tips and tricks to—no, not a smart move.
This is my thing. A secretive smile plays on my lips as I contemplate the newfound discovery I’ve made about myself. My personal, little secret , I grin, planning what the rest of my day should look like.
With work on hold during this visit, I decide to explore the city on my own. There’s no need sitting at home, doing nothing.
Arming myself with the current non-fiction book I’m reading and a shoulder strap bag, I make my way to a nearby park, finding solace in the greenery and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. The city bustles around me, people chatting comically over their phones and footsteps that rem ind me of the diversity and energy of this place.
While reading on a bench in a quiet corner of the park, often times, my mind will pull me out of the writer’s world, to daydream about the future Special and I are carving out together.
As the day progresses, the sun goes up higher and hotter and I leave the park, wandering through streets lined with shops, each window displaying a reflection of the city’s unique character. I pause at a bookstore, running my fingers along the spines of fiction books I could get lost in. It’s a simple pleasure I haven’t allowed myself in quite some time.
I send a message to Special, asking if it’s okay to step into a bookstore and read a book without purchasing it.
New Message From Special:
Wish I was there with you.
Can’t remember the last time I read for pleasure.
Me:
You have the power. take a break.
New Message From Special:
You know the drill, if I don’t work, I don’t get paid
Me:
If you let me, I could take care of you…
New Message From Special:
Until that day.
Go in and read your book.
If they try to stop you, tell them you’re me ??
Chuckling, I make my way into the bookstore, pick up a random short literary fiction book that catches my attention, find a place to seat, and begin reading.
*****
It was a good read !
I only took a break to grab a sandwich and fries from a store two blocks away and returned to finish the book. On my way out, even though I made no purchase, I dropped something in the tip jar.