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Temah Amoah's POV

I wake up to the sound of heavy rain, falling on my window.

I groan as I roll onto my back, the pain in between my legs a reminder of last night.

My whole body flushes as I remember, a smile playing on my lips.

I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and then clean myself up, before crashing back into bed exhausted.

Douglas immediately, even half asleep wrapped me into a comfortable embrace, kissing my ear and then resuming his sleep.

As if on cue, my bedroom door opens and Douglas walks into my room, half naked a towel wrapped wrapped his torso, his abdominal muscles dripping wet, along with his arms and chest.

He catches me looking at him and he smiles widely.

He jumps onto the bed, pinning me down and kissing me all over the face.

"Douglas!" I squeal giggling.

"You're still soaking wet!" I laugh, trying to push him off of me, but he's like a wall.

"Would you just let me show you some affection?" He teases, pecking my lips.

His voice is still gravelly with sleep, making it even deeper than usual, the effect rumbling through me.

"I got morning breath" I say covering my mouth.

He grabs my wrist.

"I don't care" he responds, pulling my wrist away and kissing me again.

I let him, giggling once again when he pins me down by my arms and starts kissing my neck.

"You have fun last night?" he asks with a mumble, pulling the quilt down and kissing one side of my waist and then my hip.

"Mhm. I did, thank you baby" I respond.

He kisses my thigh and then looks up at me.

"I didn't get to do this last night" he says with a smirk.

I bite my lip as he parts my legs, grinning as if he has found diamonds.

"Douglas- - fuck!" I moan, biting my lip as he dives in.

He continues, fingers pressing into my thighs as he licks me down.

The only sounds that can be heard in the room are my moans and him eating like it's his last meal.

All of a sudden, cutting through my europium, my phone rings next to me.

Without thinking, I snatch it up ready to cut the call until I see the contact.

Jayla, my best friend since college, we are always there for each other.

But right now...

My thumb hovers over the decline button, when Douglas stops me.

"Answer it" he growls.

"Douglas, I'm not answering the phone while you- -"

"Answer it. I'll be good." He interrupts with a smirk, kissing my thigh.

I roll my eyes.

"Hey, Jayla, what's up" I ask her.

"You sound weird are you good? You're not sick are you?" She asks.

I stroke Douglas' hair gently.

"Mhm, yeah, Jayla I'm good" I respond.

"What did you wanna tell me?" I ask. 

Douglas starts to kiss my thighs again. 

"Douglas, behave!" I giggle.

Jayla chuckles.

"Your boyfriend is with you? She asks and I giggle a little more, when he runs his fingers up my sides.

"Yeah he's here" I tell her shyly.

"You free later next week?" She asks me.

"Yeah, I should be, Ahh!" I squeal, when Douglas' mouth is back on me.

"T, are you good?" Jayla asks. Sounding concerned.

He presses the flat of his wide tongue against me, licking upwards slowly.

"Mhm!" She respond faintly, my grip on my phone getting tighter.

"Douglas, stop!"  I chastise, my voice a gentle whimper.

There is a pause on the line, reminding me that Jayla is indeed still on the phone and she just heard me moan my boyfriend's name.

Shit.

"Temah, is your man, giving you wood, while you're on the phone to me?!" She questions with a cackle.

"N- not... exactly, hmm!" I gasp, as he finds my sweet spot.

"You nasty ass hoe!" She hollers.

"Meet me on Thursday and we'll talk about everything!" I giggle in response.

"Sure thing. And don't forget to tell your man to take it easy! We need you to be able to walk!" She cackles. 

"Bye, Jayla!" I respond, yelling over her laughter, cutting the call.

As soon as I cut the phone, before I can tell him off, Douglas lifts my legs up, shrugging them onto his shoulders and holds my thighs open, becoming rougher.

"Douglas!" I yelp.

His fingers now toy with my over sensitive nub and my legs start to shake as I give way to an extremely welcomed release, as he ignores my pleas for him to slow down.

He brings his face up to meet me, eyes slightly hooded as he smirks at me.

"What, did that feel good?" He asks, with a teasing smirk.

I pout at him silently as he swipes his thumb over my cheek, wiping a stray tear, that I didn't even notice.

"I was on the phone!" I whine.

He gets up and pulls on his pants, with a shrug.

"Tell me it didn't feel good and I won't do it again." he says.

I'm silent for a minute and his smirk gets wider.

"That's what I thought." He says.

"Man, you ain't shit!" I scowl and he laughs loudly as I fold my arms over my chest.

He laughs at me.

"I mean it!" I protest.

"Come off, it, you loved it" he teases.

"Shut the fuck up!" I pout.

His eyes flash with a hidden emotion.

Shit...

Again.

He crawls onto the bed, eyes on me.

A slow smirk appears on his lips as I attempt to keep a straight face.

Heat radiates off his body as he gets closer.

"Need I remind you of last night? Because I'm pretty sure all I heard was you begging me to help you finish" he mutters in my ear.

I say nothing.

"Exactly."

He suddenly grabs me by the hips and drags me forward, making me squeak.

"Now lose the attitude, before I fuck it out of you, baby" he says gruffly, making my mouth drop open, when I see that he is not bluffing.

He gets off my bed and walks out of my room, a smirk plastered onto his face.

I analyse my life for a moment, before getting up and going to the bathroom to do my hygiene, before dressing up in something comfortable and making my way down the stairs.

I walk into the kitchen to see Douglas at the stove, frying up a couple of eggs.

He looks at me as I walk in and he smirks again.

"Are you gonna be this smug every time we fuck?" I ask, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

"Nah. When I actually make love to you, I'll be a lot less smug, I promise" he says with a chuckle.

"Hm" I respond, fantasising about what would have happened if I didn't ask for him to be so rough with me last night.

"It would be very different" he says as if reading my mind.

"Yeah? How?" I ask as he scoops the eggs onto the plate alongside the bacon and toast.

I let go of him and start to eat my sandwich ravenously, having worked up an appetite.

He flicks the burner off and turns to me, wrapping his arms around me, grabbing hold of my ass.

I look up at him, as I finish the last part of my food, making him grin.

"I would be gentle" he says looking into my eyes.

I gulp.

"I would kiss every inch of you and I wouldn't make you plead for what you want" he continues, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I feel my face heat up as I become shy once again.

I run my fingertips up his sides absent minded and he jerks away from me, holding a sharp breath in.

I stare at him in shock as he looks embarrassed.

"Douglas, are you... ticklish?!" I ask.

He coughs, embarrassment flooding his features and I grin widely.

"Oh, my gosh, you are totally ticklish!" I tease, falling about with laughter.

"It's not funny!" He grunts, biting into his sandwich.

I regain composure, look at his face and fall about laughing again.

"I know your secret weakness!" I gasp and his eyes widen as he gulps down the bite of sandwich in his mouth.

"Temah, you wouldn't dare!" He says authoritatively.

I grin slowly.

Before he can react, I start to run my fingers up and down his sides mercilessly.

He snatches my hands away, when a giggle escapes his lips but I jump on him, forcing his hands to fly up in support of my hips.

I start to tickle him again and he wriggles around, trying to hold in his laughter.

"Temah, stop!" He laughs. I ignore him and continue, until he bear-hugs me, pinning my arms down.

I swear, I'll kill you myself!" He laughs as he walks into the living room, my legs still around his torso.

He sits me on top of him as he flops onto the couch.

I crawl off of him and lay back on the couch.

He lays his head on my thighs, contentedly, seemingly fascinated with them, tracing lines on the several hickeys that he's made.

We spend the rest of the day and the early part of the evening just relaxing with each other, watching nonsense on tv and talking about everything.

I pout when he tells me that he has to leave and while giving me a kiss, he promises that we'll do it again soon.

And with that, he's gone.

I sigh and look around my apartment, feeling a little empty.

I then smile at the thought of having work with him tomorrow.

I have an idea.

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