21
I pressed a fist against my lips to keep my laughter at bay. Ofure and I stood naked inside the locked bathroom, both of us staring down at the bath.
My girlfriend—holy fucking shit, did it feel fucking transcendent to say that—placed her hands on her hips, her lips pursing.
“So. I may not have thought this through.”
My laugh finally burst out of me. Yeah, we might be able to fit into the bath itself, but there was no way we were both going to comfortably share that tiny ass shower head. The spray didn’t even look like it was enough to cover her alone.
I was about to suggest leaving her to it and taking a shower after she was done, when she said, with adorable determination, “We can make this work.”
“Ofure,” I said, the word filled with exasperated amusement.
“Sh.” She climbed in. “Come here.”
I laughed softly, but I couldn’t deny her anything. I climbed into the bath, one eyebrow arched high. Her hair was up, tucked neatly underneath her shower cap, which she was patting a little aggressively. My smile warmed even further.
“Is it time to take out your braids?”
She blinked. “Shit. Yeah. I’ve been meaning to do it for a while but ...”
ADHD, I thought silently to myself, but didn’t say out loud. “I can help you take them out when we get to mine.”
“Could you, please?” She gave me puppy eyes. “Thank you.”
The shower was hitting her shoulders, wetting her skin. Barely a single drop managed to land on me. But Ofure took my hands with determination, lifting them over her head and getting them wet, before grabbing her shower gel and sponge.
“Bathe me,” she demanded.
I snorted. “Yes, Fure, baby.”
Our amusement morphed into something else entirely as I began to do as I was told, practically caressing her skin with the soapy sponge.
Her breath hitched as I went over her small, pebbled nipples with the rough material, her soft stomach tightening.
I left no part of her body untouched, getting on my knees to scrub her feet, grinning when she giggled as I cleaned between her toes.
The intimacy of it all made my chest hot, made me feel like I couldn’t breathe, though that could just be the heat and steam from the shower talking. I knew damn well it wasn’t.
When I was done, she stepped back into the spray, and I watched with hunger and appreciation, my dick full and throbbing as the water rinsed off all the bubbles from her lovely dark skin.
Then, to my amusement, she opened the curtain, stepped out onto the plastic bathmat, then poked me with a finger, forcing me to move forward with a laugh until I was the one standing underneath the spray and she’d taken my place on the other side.
She beamed at me, her expression triumphant, and I had to reel her in and kiss her.
Her slick, naked body coming in contact with mine made us both groan, the kiss transforming from sweet to filthy.
She was just beginning to rub her body against me when I pulled back from the kiss, pushing her away slightly.
“Probably not a good idea to fuck in here,” I said gruffly, even though I badly wanted to.
She tried to push closer again but I stopped her. She pouted. “But ... we could—” Her voice was low, sexy. “With just our hands—or our mouths—”
My dick kicked between my legs. “No,” I said gruffly. “It’s too dangerous—Ofure,” I growled because she was already sinking to her knees, her body too slick from her shower for me to stop her. “Fucking hell. You greedy little thing.”
“Try not to slip,” she teased sultrily, and when she darted forward, I didn’t stop her. How could I, when she looked so fucking perfect down on her knees for me?
I locked all my muscles to keep from moving as she began placing kisses all over my dick, before wrapping her fist around it tight and pumping as she sucked the head into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the word long and drawn out.
She kept her eyes locked on mine as she flicked her tongue experimentally over the frenulum, and it took everything in me to keep my hips from jerking forward.
“Goddamn. Fucking hell.” Keeping myself from moving made my pleasure feel so fucking intense; I was gripping her slick shoulders for purchase, biting my lower lip savagely as she began pumping my length and sucking on the head, moaning filthily with each stroke.
It took her a moment to find a rhythm that worked, but once she did, it was over for me.
I was so turned on that despite the fact that I’d already come twice this night, I found myself on the edge quicker than I’d have liked.
Like she knew I was trying to fight it, one of her hands found my balls, gently rolling them in her palm, before a single finger slipped a little deeper to gently but firmly stroke my perineum.
I spilled into her mouth before I could sound a warning, choking back a pleasured shout, my hips jerking uncontrollably. She practically sucked me dry until I was shaking and pushing her away, my sensitive dick begging for mercy.
She’d grabbed the soap before I could recover, forming a lather in her palms and beginning to wash me. I tried to reach for her, and she giggled, arching her hips away from my touch. I frowned. “The fuck?”
“Sh. I’m taking care of you now.”
I managed a weak laugh, still a little bit out of it from that brilliant fucking orgasm, so I didn’t complain as she washed me clean until my heart was back to aching, every inch of me sparkling clean and content.
We stepped out of the bath, she proceeded to hand me a spare toothbrush from the cupboard underneath the sink, and we stood, wet and dripping as we cleaned our teeth.
When we were done, I wrapped my left arm around her before she could head for the hook on the back of the bathroom door, where our towels were waiting.
I yanked her back onto my chest, both of us facing the bathroom mirror.
Then I pushed two fingers from my right hand between her thick thighs, dipping them down between her pussy lips.
She was wet, probably from sucking me off earlier. So fucking hot.
“Uzi,” she gasped, her hips jerking.
“Yes, Fure, baby?”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, unable to tear her eyes away from our reflections, her gaze locked on my hand, my fingers stroking relentlessly between her sexy, dimpled thighs. “Oh fuck. Oh my God.”
I bit her neck, not taking my eyes off her face, cataloguing all her pleasure-filled expressions as I worked her clit hard and fast until she was coming with a sultry, little cry. She melted back into me, panting hard.
“You’re so annoying, oh my God.” But she was laughing. “This isn’t a competition, you know?”
“Yes, it is. And I plan to win.”
“Oh my God.”
I grinned unapologetically as I licked my fingers clean, then washed my hands while she climbed back into the shower to rinse off. I laughed at the disgruntled look on her face, which made her laugh, too.
“You’re lucky I love you,” she said when she was done.
My heart legit skipped a beat. “I love you, too.”
Dry and wrapped up in the cuddly soft, extra-large towels, she asked, a little shyly, “Is it all right if I stay over at yours?”
“I don’t think I want to sleep without you ever again,” I said, perhaps a little too honestly.
“Oh my God.” She blushed furiously. “Oshey dramatic.”
“You’ll know what dramatic is when I’m done with you.”
We laughed all the way back to her room.
“Are you ready?” I whispered when we were standing in front of my room door, a small bag filled with Ofure’s things—toiletries, night wear, change of clothes, and such—in my right hand.
“Uzezi, if you don’t open this fucking door.”
I laughed. Despite myself, my heart was pounding with nerves, and maybe a little bit of self-consciousness.
Not going to lie, as we’d made our way over here, I’d felt just a little ounce of regret for how over the top I’d gone about this.
In the moment, I’d been full of passion and excitement and a little bit—read: a lot of—desperation, and now that the moment had come—especially after Ofure had inadvertently taken the wind off my sails back at hers—this whole thing I’d planned now felt kind of childish.
“Uzi, I’m going grey here.”
“Please don’t laugh at me.” I said it teasingly, but she read the sincerity underneath, because of course she did, her expression softening despite the teasing curve to her lips.
“I make no promises.”
I grinned helplessly, then got my keys out and unlocked my door. I flicked the light switch and they came on with little fanfare—not even a dramatic flicker? Come on; I was dying here.
Ofure stared at my neatly made bed, currently covered in pale pink rose petals with golden, lettered balloons spelling out BE MINE in the middle.
She turned to look at me, and I sent a silent prayer of thanks to God that my dark skin didn’t show my blush; my cheeks were fucking burning right now.
“Uzezi,” she said, her eyes glistening. “You are so fucking corny.”
My lips twitched, my heart pounding with love for her. “You love it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
She darted up to me to kiss me softly. The moment we parted, she brought out her phone.
“Ofure,” I began, my panic just a little bit genuine. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” she sing-songed, taking a few pics, then typing furiously, hiding the screen from me.
“Ofure,” I repeated just as my phone pinged.
I brought it out of my pocket, my chest heavy with dread.
The group chat went wild, filled with laughing, corn, and clown emojis, which were immediately followed by congratulatory messages, mostly from the girls, while the boys clowned my ass like there was no tomorrow.
Despite myself, I found myself laughing, while also being hit with the realisation that this was real.
Ofure was truly mine. What the fuck.
I stared at her, overwhelmed, even as I joked, “I can’t believe you’d betray me like this.”
She shrugged, her happiness so obvious it looked almost visible, like a halo shining brightly around her. Damn, look at love making me all poetic and shit. I yanked her close to kiss her hard, basking in the certainty that we could now do that whenever the fuck we wanted.
After I’d gotten Ofure’s things settled into my room, we’d changed into our pyjamas. She began setting up something for us to watch on my laptop while I got us some water, soft drinks and snacks from the kitchen.
We put on a movie, and I sat at the foot of the bed while she got comfortable on my spare wrappers on the floor, between my legs.
The movie finished just as I was done with the last braid, then we headed up to the bathroom so I could help her wash her hair.
We had a small plastic stool in the kitchen, which I grabbed so she could sit on and tilt her head back over the edge of the bath.
She kept reaching for my dick as I worked, making me laugh every time I tried to dodge her hands.
“Stop that.”
“I just want to hold it.” She pouted.
“For fuck’s sake. It’s like you’re obsessed with my dick.”
“Just like you’re obsessed with my pussy.”
“Well. You got me there.”
We laughed. I wrapped her hair in a towel when we were done.
She’d brought her hair dryer with her, so, while she sat perched in my desk chair, I helped her gently oil and comb through her afro until it was dry and glossy and kink-free, the tight, dark pink 4C curls brushing against the top of her shoulders.
Then she wrapped her afro in a complicated style around her scalp, tied it down with a scarf, and slipped her bonnet on top.
God, she looked so fucking cute, in her black bonnet and nothing but a dark pink spaghetti-strap pyjama top with plain black bottoms that might as well have been booty shorts for how little ass and thigh it covered.
I switched off the lights, and we slid into my bed, cuddling close, heads on the same pillow.
As our breathing slowed, our racing hearts calming, the endorphin rush—the high we’d been riding since I’d officially asked her out finally seemed to be winding down. Except, for her, it seemed to be crashing.
“Do you think ...” She had to stop to take a soft, shaky breath. “Do you think if we hadn’t—if that first kiss hadn’t gone the way it had, if we hadn’t had that conversation about our first times, that we’d have ended up where we are right now?”
I cupped her cheek, stroking it with my thumb, encouraging her to meet my gaze.
My voice was low to match hers. “I don’t know,” I said honestly.
I forced myself to give it proper thought, wanting to soothe the anxiety in her eyes.
An anxiety that seemed to perfectly mirror my own.
“Sometimes, I believe falling in love isn’t a choice,” I eventually whispered.
“But sometimes, I believe it is. And we’ve been choosing not to fall for so long that it eventually became our reality. ”
“Oh,” she whispered.
“If we hadn’t kissed, if we hadn’t gone down this path, maybe, eventually, we’d have found other people—people who fit right—and we’d have genuinely been happy for each other. We might have looked back sometime in this alternate future and thought, what if. But ... we chose differently.”
“We did,” she whispered, her eyes still wide and a little shiny. “I did. I chose you.”
God. “And I chose you, too.”
“But what if we’ve ruined everything?” she added in a rush, the tears finally spilling down her temple.
She sniffed, clenching her eyes shut and shoving closer, burying her face in my chest. My heart was shattering into a million pieces.
I held her close, tight, like I’d be able to squeeze her anxiety away.
“What if something happens and we break up and I—I can’t lose you, Uzi. I can’t.”
“Fure, na today I meet you?” She laughed like I’d expected her to.
I waited until she pulled back enough to meet my gaze once more, then I leaned forward to kiss her glistening eyes, making her laugh softly again.
“I don’t love anyone the way I love you.
” Her breathing hitched. “And, no matter what happens, I’m never not going to love you.
I promise you. A new label isn’t going to change that. ”
“And sex,” she quipped. “A new label, along with sex.”
I laughed. “Yes, a new label and sex.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, thick and passionate. “I love you so fucking much. But I’m so afraid, Uzi. Why is this so fucking terrifying?”
“I don’t know. But I feel the same, you know?
I feel exactly the same,” I admitted, leaning forward to press our foreheads together, my arms tightening even further around her.
Her own arms came up to wrap around me, holding me just as tight.
“But we’re going to be all right, because, above all, we have each other.
” I pulled back a little to meet her eyes, my own dancing with mischief. “After all, two heads ...?”
She grinned, warm and bright and so fucking alive. “Are better than one.”