And rang.
“Maybe he’s busy,” I rationalized.
“Maybe he’s on his way,” she gloated.
“Shit.” I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to shower. As the water heated up, I frantically brushed my teeth, finishing the job in the shower. With a cursory wash of my hair and body, a good wash of the lady bits, I ripped the shower curtain back and toweled off.
I’d barely wrapped the towel around my hair when I heard a bike pull up. “No.” I ran to the window and peeked through the curtains in time to see a hint of sexy step onto the front porch and out of sight.
The doorbell rang as I was wrapping my second towel around me.
As I jerked open the closet to get clothes, my door opened and closed, and I spun around.
“Don’t bother, you look perfect the way you are.” He began stalking toward me. Ineffectively, I held out a hand, thinking it might actually ward him off.
“Ogun, wait. I didn’t send the message,” I tried to argue. The problem was, my body was betraying me. I wasn’t wet between my legs from the shower.
He reached out, grabbed the front of my towel in his meaty fist, and pulled me into his hard body. When his lips crashed into mine, I melted into him. Despite my initial resolve, my head angled to accommodate the fiery kiss. The movement caused my towel to unwrap from my head, and my wet hair cascaded down my back.
“Goddamn, you taste delicious,” he murmured against my lips. The next thing I knew, my towel was on the floor, my back was against my closet door, I was kissing him like the world was ending, and he was unzipping his pants.
His thick fingers slid through my wet folds, and he groaned. The next breath had my legs wrapped around his waist and the entire massive length of his shaft buried in my core to the hilt. We both let out a raspy moan at the action.
Without batting an eye, he fucked me against that door with my arms over his shoulders, my hands clutching his hair and the soft leather of his vest. It was fast, rough, and incredibly wanton.
But I loved it.
Every thrust.
Every grunt.
Before I knew it, I was shamelessly screaming his name as he pulsed inside me with an animalistic groan.
“Fuck, babe.”
“Oh my God,” I said on a sigh.
“I missed you,” he muttered against the side of my head. I breathlessly chuckled.
“It’s only been like nine hours,” I said as my legs tightened around his waist and my arms hugged his neck.
“Nine hours too long,” he said as he gave a little thrust of his hips, causing me to shudder with an aftershock of pleasure.
“I really didn’t send the message,” I gasped with a final shiver that caused him to start slipping out. My legs tightened around him, and he chuckled.
“I really don’t care,” he said with a smirk. Carefully, he slipped loose of my body and set me on my feet. The hot, wet liquid running down the inside of my thighs gave me a terrifying realization.
“You didn’t use a condom again!” I whisper-yelled.
“Told you I wasn’t going to. I’ll provide you with fucking lab results, what the fuck ever you need, but I ain’t using a rubber with my woman. Fuck. That.” My heart stuttered at his words.
“Ogun, about that… we need to talk.” I bit my lip because it hurt to consider telling him what I was about to say, let alone actually spit the words out. To distract myself, I grabbed one towel to wrap back around my naked body.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he used the other towel to wipe himself off before tucking his thick length back in his pants. The slide of his zipper and the clink of his buckle almost made me whimper with disappointment.
“We can’t do this again,” I began, but he held up a hand. Nervously, I gripped the towel.
“You can stop right there. I don’t care what your excuse is, I’m not having it. When I told you that you were my woman, did you think I was kidding?”