Soliat opened her bath door to see Alhaji sitting leisurely on her bed, and she became instantly aware that the only piece of clothing on her was a towel. When had he come in? Why hadn't he knocked? Why hadn't she locked the door?
As leisurely as he sat, he glanced at her and the room suddenly turned small and stuffy. "Had a good time bathing?" He asked. "You were singing one of those terrible remixes you do of songs and you were so loud I knew knocking would be a waste of time."
"Have you been here for long?"
He nodded. "And I enjoyed it. Wear something or I would think you're inviting me to bed," he said, his usual statement whenever he caught her stepping out of the bathroom. Usually too, Soliat would laugh and say the joke was too old and repeated to be funny, then she would change into her robe, apply her body lotion while telling him the gossips she fetched from their last party, before she would finally change into proper clothes, but today was different.
"Did Sister Yasmin go out?" She asked.
"Yasmin and I don't live together that I should know her every move." He sounded amused, and he was. He did not like her being fidgety and tensed, but he enjoyed it. He knew he should have stayed at the door and waited, he knew his presence would make her feel edgy, but it won't be normal that he stayed by the door and he wanted to will them back to normalcy. "Get dressed, Solia."
She would not, she would stand there until she took the hint and leave. But he did not take the hint and leave, instead he walked to her with her robe in his hand. "You won't look at me, you won't smile at me, you won't even play with me like you normally do. I know I confessed my feelings to you but our friendship should not suffer because of that."
She took the robe and held it at the top of her finger, aware he was too near. "You said you were going to be gentle in courting me."
He took the last step and covered the distance between them. "Isn't that the only reason you still have that towel on you? Look at me." He propelled her chin upward. "It was easy to shake off that you would be bare before my eyes with this towel off you before when you were freer and unaware of my feelings but now, you're too conscious and it's turning me hard."
Soliat took a step back but his arm circled around her waist and drew her back. "Why can't we go back to how it was? Why do you make me look at you and the only thing I think about is having your naked body warm under mine?" His hand went to the knot under her arm and loosened it.
"Brother Abubakar." Soliat's hardened nipple brought a moan to her lips.
"You're too conscious, it's driving me insane." He brushed a thumb to her lips. "Let me ask you a question, what I did at the party, did you like it?"
Her heart hitched and she did not know her nipple would harden more than it already had, except it did.
"Answer me." Slowly he trailed a hand from her face down to her neck, then her cleavage to in between her breasts, pushing the towel downward.
"I—we—it was in a public place, I—I don't know."
He eyes left his finger and the assault it was committing to look at her face. "Would you know if I did it again?" He did not wait for her to reply and dragged off her towel, kissing her to the bed.
"Brother Abubakar," she moaned.
"It's Abubakar now." He broke the kiss to say. He peppered light kisses on her cheek and trailed it to the sweet spot on her neck. "I will touch you, Solia, but I won't go all the way, is that okay with you?" He covered her breasts with his hand and her reply came in soft moans.
"Ahh!" She whimpered when his finger pinched her nipple and a pleasure pain swept through her.
"There's a thin line between pain and pleasure, darling, and if you let me, I'll show you." Then he replaced his torturing hand with his mouth.
"Abubakar." She arched her chest so that his warm mouth would completely cover her aching bud.
"That's more like it, moan for me some more." He gave her hardened bud a torturously slow lick while his hand manifested on the other peach. His hand travelled down her body, twirling on her skin and caressing her waist. "Do you live this, Solia?"
"Yes, Brother—"
He bit her nipple. "Shall we try that again, do you like this, Solia?"
"Yes, Abubakar."
His hand went to her back and latched on her derrière feeling the fullness and softness of it. Then his mouth left her nipples and traveled down her stomach, peppering kisses from her navel to her vee. "I have imagined doing this a thousand times but it doesn't make the reality less enthralling." He propped his body up with his elbow and ogled at her naked one.
"This is unfair," she complained, still engulfed with heat.
Alhaji raised a brow. "What is?"
She covered her face and murmured. "I'm the only one naked."
He laughed. "That can very much be fixed, but," he paused and brought his face closer to hers. "If I get as bare as you are now, then I can't guarantee your safety." Then he kissed her, his mouth moving against hers, slow and sensual, conscious about meeting her demand. "Oh Soliat, I love you like it's the only good thing I can do in this world and it goes beyond just wanting you in my bed, I want you in my life too." He caressed her cheek, his eyes glistening with care.
"I don't know," she murmured.
"We have all the time in the world." He kissed her again and this time when his hand traveled down, it did not stop until it met her thigh. He broke the kiss and stared at her as he parted her legs. She looked too much in pleasure and although it pleased him, a wicked grin appeared on his face. He let his hand move from her knee down to her inner thigh, taking his own sweet time. "You have a really soft skin, do you know that?"
"Yes." Subtly, she arched her body forward so his hand would meet her womanly part but expertly, he withdrew his hand and moved to her other leg.
"Hmm, I like your skin." He was watching her face, studying her as it clouded with need. He liked it. Slowly, he trailed his fingers, step like, to her inner thigh and when she arched forward again, he pinched her skin.
"Please." She moaned.
"Please what?" He enjoyed the tremble.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?" She averted her gaze from him, shy. "If you don't tell me what you want, how will I know?"
"You said you were going to touch me."
He raised an amused brow. "Isn't that what I'm doing now?" His hand was hovering over her middle and she felt the heat from the close proximity.
"Touch me." Her eyes dimmed with need, her voice almost pleading.
"Where?"
Boldened from the need, she took one of his hands and placed it on her nipple which had hardened to a slight painfulness.
Twirling the dark bud with his finger, Alhaji probed further. "And?"
She took his other hand and touched it to her soft flower.
He groaned and ran a finger over it. "So wet." His finger searched for and found her clit and he knew, from the way her eyes shut, that she loved the contact. With each stroke, she moaned, her voice soft, an urge for him to go on. His thumb caressed her clit and his middle finger probed her entrance slightly. Sensing no discomfort, he probed further and felt her juices starting to roll on his fingers. "Beautiful," he murmured, then with one stroke, slid his finger into her.
"Ah," she groaned at the discomfort.
He drew his finger out until his tip remained before sliding it back inside. Soliat shut her eyes and moaned in the pleasure. The sliding continued rhythmically and her moaning didn't stop. Her eyes were open yet she saw the stars. Alhaji added another finger and increased his pace while his thumb played wickedly on her clit.
"Ah..oh." Tears of pleasure gathered at the corner of her eyes as the pleasure built up, she moving her hips against his finger.
"Come for me my sweet girl."
"Please." Her heartbeat quickened and spasm ran through her inner soft muscles that tightened against Alhaji's fingers and she erupted with pleasure. "Please." The spasm went on as he didn't stop the torture on her clit and the star she saw kept bouncing into each other into a rapid random motion. It felt good, and she felt the tighten in her chest as a shock of orgasm went through her.
When she can down from the heights, Alhaji laid by her side. "I could watch that all day." He grinned wickedly. "Did you like it?"
"Y….what kind of a question is that?" Soliat blushed.
"Every man wants to know how well his woman enjoyed him between her legs, we pride in knowing we can perform. So?"
"So?"
"C'mon Solia." He groaned.
"What about you?"
"Me?" He touched his hard on. "I've had this since you stepped out of the bathroom."
"Do you want to…" her voice trailed.
"To?"
"That thing you did in the bathroom."
Alhaji laughed. "You're just one silly girl, do you know that?"
"I'm the only one naked!"
"I've told you, haven't I? But I don't think I can risk touching myself looking at you like this."
"I can—"
He touched a finger to her lips. "Don't stress it, Solia, but I like that you're concerned about me, it shows that are feelings are mutual." She looked away. "You're slowly starting to like me back, and I love it," he whispered into her ears.