Chapter 24 Moyo #2
In the past, I’ve always led, and my partners followed.
No one challenged or compared to my passion until Niyi.
We are perfectly in sync—a finely tuned orchestra moving towards our crescendo.
My head tilts left, and he follows suit.
My tongue rises, and his falls. A whimper falls from my lips, and he answers with a moan.
There’s no clashing of teeth or awkward panting. We are pure, unfiltered fervor. Bliss.
We fall into the comfort of the couch. Taking a second to breathe.
“Moyo,” he rasps, “come here.” He lifts me from my spot and pulls me onto him, so I straddle his lap.
I’m a big girl, always have been, and my weight has never been a problem during sex, but it’s never been this easy.
Where boys have hesitantly squeezed and prodded, Niyi—the epitome of a man—grabs confidently and firmly.
There is no second-guessing or reluctance in his movements as he gently pushes me backwards.
My back hits the soft cushions of my couch.
He pulls my sweater off and unfastens the buttons of my white shirt from the bottom up, exposing me in increments, then tortuously leaves a trail of wet kisses from my navel to my sternum on his way.
He chuckles at my shaky breaths and uncontrollable whines.
He unclasps my bra as his lips find mine again, slower and longer this time, like we have all the time in the world and he plans to savor each second.
Everything within me is moving at record speed.
The pounding of my heartbeat, the rush of blood in my ears, the ever-growing puddle between my legs.
We’re so deeply entangled, physically and emotionally, I can’t figure out where I stop and he begins; can’t distinguish his moans from mine.
He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, and his eyes flutter shut.
His fingers lightly trace across my collarbones, then move to my breasts, pinching my nipples till they’re taut before taking them into his mouth.
Niyi sucks and bites them till ecstasy flows through me like nectar.
Niyi gives me one sharp tug before letting go and focusing his attention on my lower half. Without any fanfare, he takes off my pants. I instinctively try to shut my legs, but his wide palms keep me open. He doesn’t say a word as his hands travel to my black lace-covered center.
“Niyi,” I moan. His eyebrows lift, and his glossy gaze lands on mine. “Fuck me.”
I’m ready, but not because I haven’t had sex in almost two months.
I’m ready because I’ve never had sex like this before.
Everything about Niyi pushes me toward the edge.
The shifts between delicate exploration and commanding touches are setting me aflame.
His muffled moans spur me on. His weighted looks will forever be burned into the fabric of my soul.
“You sure?” he asks innocently before giving me a smirk. I want to smack him so hard because I know that he knows I’m sure.
I push up against the armrest. “If you don’t get to it, I’ll handle things myself.”
He chuckles, and it’s a dangerous sound. The rumble in his voice sends tremors all over my body. He lowers himself onto the couch and slides to the other end. He keeps his eyes on me, and I know he’s checking to see if I’m serious. I raise my chin.
He nods silently and rests his weight on the armrest. “Handle it then.”
I clench my jaw.
“Go on,” he purrs. “Show me what you like.”
I’m not gonna make this easy for him. I take it slow, toying with my lace thong. I pull it forward and spread my thighs, giving him the perfect view. His Adam’s apple bobs.
I can’t focus on my body and its needs when I’m staring into the eyes of a man I want to jump, especially when he looks like he could devour me at any second.
I close my eyes, and I’m back in the room at Cole’s house. I remember my excitement and then the shock of being discovered so vulnerable. His words scream in my ears.
“Moyo.” Niyi’s voice brings me out of the memory. I open my eyes, and I’m staring, not into pale blue orbs devoid of joy but warm, chocolate eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?” The huskiness in his voice is gone, and all that remains is care.
I choke back the unease. “I’m good. Zoned out a bit,” I say with a tentative smile. It’s not real, but I hope he accepts it.
Fuck Cole. It’s some bullshit that the first time I try to get back to myself sexually, I’m reminded of that horrible night.
“We don’t—” he begins.
“No!” I yell a little too loudly. “Didn’t peg you for the running-away type,” I say, trying to brush off the awkwardness and reignite the passion my trauma pushed aside.
One thing I adore about Niyi is he always follows my segues.
“Oh, I don’t run away. If you ever want to share, I’m here,” he whispers, settling back into his seat. He watches me for another second, searching for a crack, making sure I’m okay. I am okay. I have to be okay.
Suddenly, he stands up.
“Thought you said you don’t run,” I comment.
He whips his shirt off and throws it to the side. “Does this look like running off?”
I’m too mesmerized to pay attention to his words.
He is perfectly sculpted, with thick muscles, a densely packed torso, and exquisite, rich dark skin.
He’s stunning. His pants soon join his shirt in the pile.
Standing in black boxer briefs, with shimmers of moonlight and his gold chain illuminating his skin, Niyi looks like a god.
I can’t help but stare in awe. After that holy demonstration, he plops onto the couch like nothing happened.
He spreads his legs wide and palms a prominent bulge that I somehow failed to notice.
My mouth runs dry. I reach for the long-forgotten wine and take a gulp. He doesn’t comment, just closes his eyes and gets busy. Groans fill the silence.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He takes his time opening his eyes. “Giving you a show. What does it look like?”
I blink rapidly. “Why?”
“I asked you to show me what you like, and now I’m showing you what I like. I can stop. We can stop. It’s up to you.”
I can’t believe he’s doing this to make me comfortable. “No, no, carry on.” I beam. “But first, let me get you some things.”
I hurry into my pristine bedroom and reach for the lube and wipes in my bedside drawer. I also grab my bullet vibrator, just in case. He’s staring aimlessly at the ceiling when I return, but his eyes brighten when they land on me. “Now you can begin.”
He squeezes lube into his hand. “Your wish is my command.” His hand goes inside his briefs and he turns the heat up with a moan.
I’ve always enjoyed it when my partner watches me.
There’s something powerful about controlling my pleasure and starring in a spectacle that makes someone salivate.
However, being on the other side of the equation is something I can get into.
His eye contact alone makes me squirm in my seat, and we’re not even a minute in.
His tortured, heavy, lust-filled stare is irresistible, and I find myself itching to join in.
So I do, closing my eyes as my fingers get to work.
“Don’t look away,” he commands. “Keep your focus on me while I keep mine on you. I’m here for you. You’re safe.”
He slows down to marvel at me. “You’re perfect.
I can’t wait to taste you. You deserve this,” he coos.
My body unwinds with every affirmation. “I wish you could see how you look right now. You’re perfect, Moyo, absolutely perfect.
” My legs tremble, and I struggle to keep eye contact.
He looks so golden despite being utterly disheveled.
“Breathe with me. Breathe,” he repeats, taking a dramatic inhale, and I follow suit. “You almost there?”
“Mmhmm,” I whimper, my walls contracting with each passing second.
“I’m right here with you. Keep breathing.” Sweat forms on his forehead. “Let go for me,” he directs, and I reach my crescendo.
I hit the wall hard. My limbs shake, my toes curl, and stars pop up in my vision. I am completely and utterly wrecked. He’s still going, watching me with a pained smile. He’s smiling because I’m satisfied. He only cares about me, no regard for his release.
I don’t know what it feels like to be filled by him yet, but I know what it feels like to be desired and supported by him.
I raise my eyebrows, offering something in return. He fervently nods. I take my time moving towards him.
“Moyo, please,” Niyi moans, his chest rising and falling. I’m turned on by the sweat forming on his hairline and the pleading in his deep-brown eyes as he opens his mouth.
My cum-covered fingers are barely in Niyi’s mouth when he starts sucking on them.
“Fuck,” he moans. The expletive sparks a smile from me. “Sunshine,” he adds.
“Sunshine?” I question, resting my back on the armrest.
“Don’t get too cocky.”
“No, from ‘your favorite’ to ‘Sunshine.’ What’s next?” I laugh.
“I’ll take care of you,” he says. I already know what he’s thinking.
“Go ahe—” Before I can get out the words, my legs are on his shoulders, and he’s lying prone with half his body hanging off the couch.
“Moyo,” he moans, and the sound echoes through me. I’m at the edge, ready to chant his name like a chorus—when the doorbell screams instead of me.
“Moyo! Open up!” Anjie’s voice booms from outside. “I left my key at home, so you actually have to open the door.” Another onslaught of bells.
Shit.
Niyi lifts his head, and I tighten my legs to retrieve some lost pleasure.
We glance at each other. There’s so much more to say, so much more to do, but all we can do is get dressed because of the incessant doorbell ringing.
I throw on my sweater and hurry to get on my cargo pants.
Niyi returns to his green-and-black ensemble, his bulge unmistakable from any angle.
The doorbell rings again.
I can’t keep Anjie waiting any longer without looking even more suspicious.
“Hide,” I shoo. Niyi shoots me an incredulous look, and I give him an equally exasperated What do you want me to do? look in return. He stalks off into a dark corner of the kitchen. With the lights off, you can barely see anything in there.
Anjie doesn’t let me get a word out before she storms in.
“How did you know I was home?” I ask, trying to distract her and keep her away from the kitchen—and off the soiled couch.
“We have each other’s location?” Her inflection makes it a question. “Anyways, that’s not why I’m here. I need to talk to you,” she huffs. I want to kick her out, but her face is flushed, and her tone is more hurried than usual.
“Wait.” Anjie pauses, ignoring my attempts to move her away from the living room. “It smells a little weird in here.” Then she notices the half-drunk wine glasses, the lube, and the wipes on the table.
“You have someone over. Where is he?” she demands, raising her voice. I hope Niyi knows what’s good for him and doesn’t come out.
“Had,” I lie.
“Hmm, interesting,” she says and then sprints to the kitchen and turns on the lights. Niyi flinches in the corner. “I knew it!” she yelps and claps her hands, laughing like a kid who’s just won at hide-and-seek.
“I really needed that tonight.” She sighs and turns back to me, forgetting Niyi. I mouth sorry to him, and he smiles and shakes his head.
“I’ll head out,” Niyi finally speaks up. Not that it matters now that she’s found him anyway.
“You’re not gonna introduce us, Moyo?” Anjie asks, feigning innocence.
After I help this girl with whatever it is, I’m banning her from my residence.
“Anjie, this is um—” The words run out. How do I introduce him?
I’m not ready to tell them he’s the Cupid’s Bow guy because what do I say?
I know I said that nothing will ever happen with us because he’s not part of the plan, but I changed my mind, and he just ate me out like a starving man.
I could mention his name and pretend he’s a friend they don’t know, but I have explicitly named him on multiple occasions, so I’m not about to say it now.
“Just a friend,” Niyi provides, and relief floods through me. “A friend who is leaving. Thank you for the drink, Moyo. Have a great night,” he adds respectfully, like he didn’t just talk me through an orgasm and nearly cause another one.
“I’ll walk you out,” I say.
He grabs his shoes from behind the couch, and I hand him his jacket as I open the door.
I shut it gently behind me and check that the curtains are closed.
I don’t want anyone else to see this. What this is going to be, I don’t know.
Are we going to kiss? Are we pretending this didn’t happen? Are we finishing up tomorrow?
We stand awkwardly, and I’m transported back to earlier tonight, before everything changed. The fog of uncertainty is thick considering we’ve just seen each other naked.
“Uh,” I say to fill the silence.
“I hope your friend is okay,” he says.
“I’m sure she’s fine.”
He pulls me closer with his free hand and places a kiss on my forehead.
“Now go back in there and be a good friend.” He releases me and points his head toward my front door.
“You’ll text?” My lower lip finds its way between my teeth. Completely giddy, drunk on him. I can’t believe how routine this all sounds.
“Of course.” He places another kiss on my cheek. Part of me wants to stand there and kiss him all night, but going to help Anjie is the more responsible option.
I give him a final wave as he heads to his end of the street. He walks slowly backward, waiting for me to open the door. As I step inside, Niyi winks, making my legs go weak.
Anjie better have something serious to talk about because I’m about to murder her for ruining my second orgasm of the night.