With the little things your lover missed the first time
You’re in that city you hate with all your might for work. You hate that city for a lot of reasons but top of the list is that it reminds you of things you never pursued because you never let fear let go of its grip on your neck. Your plan was to breeze in and breeze out. But because you’re incredibly good at your job you’re done a day earlier than you expected. Now you have about thirty hours to kill. What do you want to do? You remember one of the things you let go a while back. You won’t die in twenty four hours or you hope so you text him. “I’m in Lagos, can I come over? Please send me your address”. He responds faster than you can change your mind. Soon you’re in an Uber with your luggage going to this not so stranger’s house. When you get there he’s standing outside smoking and he has a wide smile on his face. The last time you saw him he had the same smile on his face. Smiling came easy to him. You’re full of a lot of emotions but fear is on top of the list. You’re always afraid when meeting people even though you’ve met them a million times. He takes your box and easily carries it into his house. A box you struggled to carry, he carried like it was a bag of empty plates. He welcomes you to his not so lavish but will do house. His words not yours. He refuses to call it his home you noticed. It’s been a while you’ve seen him so there are both a million things to say but a million ways to start so you’re lost . In the vacuum he doesn’t take his eyes off you. He breaks the ice by asking you about your work.
By the time you start talking about how much you enjoy it, it becomes easy to move into other conversations. You congratulate him on his sold out exhibition but you do not tell him you bought one of the paintings. He tells you that it is a shame you didn’t see the exhibition because you were the resounding muse. You know this because the portrait you bought was of your breasts and neck. He asks if you’re hungry and what time your flight is the next day. You tell him you’re not hungry and your flight is mid-day the next day. He says that’s enough time to catch up and remarks that you still eat like a rat. Somehow you feel warm that he remembers. Like he always did before you left that city, he grabs your neck tenderly and kisses you. He uses his tongue to tease your tongue and when you open your mouth to moan he uses his tongue again to lick your bottom lip slightly. It feels like a tickle. It makes you smile and suddenly you don’t remember what you were so afraid of. You’re grateful he is not as shy as you are because since you walked into his gate and saw him smoking that blunt you wanted his lips on yours. He says with his baritone voice while his tongue is still touching yours that you still taste so good. He goes on to kiss your neck down to your breasts. He has a new piercing on both his ears and out of curiosity, you kiss the left one. He shudders and remarks that he would now add that to his list of soft spots except it was only you who brought it alive. You use your tongue to tease the tiny earring and he moans your name. It satisfies you and now you want to run your fingers on the lines on his chest. He whispers that he wants to flip you over and fuck you but he’ll make you wait.
You keep kissing each other and midway he says you should kiss him like you missed him because he knows you did. He’s not wrong. You play the last time you saw him in your head and not of your own will but you start to kiss him deeper. By this time your other hand is trying to find his dick so he can put it in you. He helps you find it and while he is on top of you, you stop kissing so he can look into your eyes while his dick you enters your wet vagina. He mutters something you don’t catch but you know you heard the word home.
He strokes you slowly. You can see that he still remembers you love his slow strokes. You ask him to call you his little slut and he does. He puts both your hands above your head and holds it with his left hand while he holds your waist with his right hand. You tell him that you missed him fucking you. You tell him that you want him to look you in the eyes and cum inside you. He whispers “not yet” and slides out of you. He proceeds to kiss your neck then your breasts and goes down to your navel. He raises your left thigh to his lip and runs his tongue down it. He kisses your thigh then your knee and finally your vagina. He asks you how you like to be eaten and that you should direct him. Borrowing from the girl who taught you what head should feel like, you tell him where you want his tongue to be and what you want it to do. He is a fast learner as usual and you start moaning his name. Breaking it into three syllables one at a time because that is what your tongue can take. He brings his mouth up to yours and says he wants you to taste yourself. You kiss him and this time you use your tongue to lick his bottom lip and he likes it. You tell him you want to take him in your mouth while he pulls your hair. He obliges you and before long he’s moaning your name and fuck in different rotations. He slips back inside you and this time he cums while looking into your eyes as you told him to. Your legs are quivering and he says that by this time you should be hungry.
He takes you to his current favorite place saying you’ll like the food. The service takes a lot of time and he tells the waiter that if they take any more time he’ll start to eat you. You smile remembering what it feels like when he does eat you. The waiter clearly wants a show because the delivery takes eons and before long you’re dry humping him at his favorite food place. This time he nibbles on your neck and kisses cream off your lips. Everything about what he is doing to you is unhygienic but you cannot stop him. The waiter comes and clears his throat so you have to get off his lap. When you do, you’re blushing because your shyness has returned. The food is awesome he was right. While you’re eating, he whispers to you that he has body paint at home and would like to paint on you before fucking you in his studio. You contemplate how much it would cost to move your flight to the end of the week because if he does that your legs will not drag you out of his house the next day. You smile at his paint sex idea and he tells you to move back because he cannot do everything he wants to do to you in one day. You remind him of his earlier statement that one day was enough to catch up and he remarks that he was lying. You eat out of his plate from old habit and he also drinks the remaining of your milkshake.
You don’t want him to feel this comfortable because it’ll be harder for you to leave but you’re the one you’re afraid is more comfortable. After lunch while waiting for your Uber he kisses you outside the restaurant and you sigh when he pulls back. This is what would have made you stay the first time. If he loved you a tad louder. Not everything you did before, not the paint sex you’re anticipating, yes with them in view but this way he kissed you no matter who could see, is how you fall in love.
