Damn right sexy.

Mouth agape with surprise I watched him carefully, he assessed my face with a sweet smile then slowly his eyes went over my body, leaving goosebumps wherever it fell on. By the time he was looking at me again, his eyes were a darker shade than it was before. To make it all the more frustrating something different by Adekunle Gold started playing on the Mp3, I love this song, but I really don't need it now.

"I kinda felt you would still wear this," he said, smiling.

"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly. It was really hard trying to maintain sanity. I tried to cover myself up with my hands, but there was no use I know, he already saw everything I knew, but doing this kinda makes me feel secure.

"My phone." He pointed to the side stool beside my bed, I turned back to actually see his phone lying on it. I couldn't help but wonder when he dropped it there, definitely before he started arranging my closet. I bent forward and put off the damn speaker that was blasting something different and quickly raised myself up with my arms still wrapped securely around me, I could have actually just peeled off my bed spread, but no time.

He closed the door and walked into my room, I don't know why, but something about him closing the door doesn't feel right. I swallowed as he drew closer to me, when he got to my front he bent forward and looked at my face with that smile I'm so used to now, carrying his masculine scent straight to me. His breath, fanning my face, leaves me wanting, I looked at him with scared eyes, I wanted to know what he was up to since he wasn't trying to pick up his phone.

He raised his hand up and trailed his finger along my face. He started from my temple, then up to my nose, then my lips. I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through me as he did this. It was so foreign, yet amazing.

"Your face, Mary," he said in a deadly quiet voice. I looked at him curiously, and I wanted to know what it was about my face. He was always looking at my face one way or the other. He bent closer to me, his lips only a little bit apart from mine. It almost felt like he was going to kiss me, but I've had several experiences with Ademide. It's like he liked talking straight into my face, so I looked up at him, steadying my heart and those stupid butterflies in my stomach. "Your face lights up my world."

I stood there looking at him with confusion as he stared at my face with adoration. For real, this was quite unnerving and beautiful. It felt good to have someone adore my face so much, don't mind me. I've had people gush about how pretty I am since I was little, but this was different. It felt like my face meant more to him than just something pretty.

"How?" I asked.

"Just, it makes me feel like I'm actually complete," he said, his hands around my face caressing my cheeks. What he said didn't really make sense to me, I didn't understand how my face could make him feel complete, and he made it sound as if he wasn't complete, like he had some disability which was bull crap because I see none. He raised my chin up, and then I knew it, I knew he was going to kiss me, and I wasn't going to stop him. For real, I've anticipated kissing him since like forever.

He bent further closer to me and captured my lips with his, I stiffened with anticipation at the touch of his lips on mine, for a moment I stood there wide eyed, with his hands around my face doing nothing but letting him kiss me. I hadn't known what his kiss would feel like, I've only ever kissed three guys and if you must know they were all a disaster for me, I don't know if there is something wrong with me, or maybe I'm just a bad kisser. But this, this was different. His kiss was slow, sensual, and gentle. It was as though he was trying to be careful enough so I wouldn't break. So I closed my eyes and kissed him back with as much fervor as he kissed me.

I opened my mouth up to him, allowing him entry, and his tongue plunged into my mouth immediately without waiting a bit. I gave myself into the kiss, savoring every moment like it was the last of it. Maybe it was indeed the last, who knew.

I kinda forgot the reason why my hands were wrapped around me securely and placed my hands on his chest, trailing it upward and finally I settled with my right hand on his face and my left one on his chest, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His light stubbles caressed my palm, sending tingles through my body from my palm. He took his hands over to my shoulders, then he trailed it over to my waist, leaving fire in their wake.

He pulled me flush against him, eliciting a moan from me as I felt his erection poking into my stomach. Now, this was bad. We really can't have him getting aroused now, can we? But I really didn't care, the feeling of his arousal pressed against me was too amazing to care about anything else, dangerous it might be, but I wanted to feel every bit and inch of him. And I couldn't really do anything since my body was reacting to this in the most natural way, I could feel some kind of feeling building up in my abdomen and the wetness between my legs.

I nearly gave out a cry of protest when he stopped kissing me, but this protest died down when he started trailing kisses down my neck. Every bit of me shivered at this new sensation, my brain felt foggy with desires, I couldn't think straight, and I didn't want to. I moaned as he nipped at my shoulder blade with his teeth, who knew the sensation that spot could produce was this high. I held on to his shoulders tightly as I threw my head back in ecstacy, at that moment he raised me up by my waist and I did what I knew he wanted me to do, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Your eyes." I heard him say in a husky voice from somewhere in my land of pleasure, "open your eyes." He commanded, and immediately, my eyes flew open.

With hooded eyes, I looked at his face. He was staring deeply at my face with so much admiration. He looked really awed by something I couldn't fathom. He bent a little and nipped at my neck, resulting in an inescapable moan from me. He looked at me with a smile and kept on nipping down my neck.

"What makes this amazing is your face, I love the fact that I can see every emotion you feel on it." He trailed downward and placed an open-mouthed kiss at the top of my breast, I let out a soft mewl at this, wondering where the sound came from. "I love how I can see the way I make you feel. And do you wanna know something more amazing, short screamer?"

The only reply he got from me was a light moan as I couldn't contain the fact that his mouth was only centimeters from my right nipple, although still cladded in the light fabric of the lingerie I couldn't keep my sanity as his hot breath fanned my nipple, driving me crazy. I wanted his mouth on it so bad, and I also want it with the stupid lingerie off. Isn't this wrong? Well, I don't care.

"The fact that your mum and brother are not at home, so you can scream all you want, short screamer." He kissed my areola slightly, damn, this dude was driving me insane. Not even the mention of my mum could bring me to sanity, "So what's it gonna be? Yay..." He raised his head up to stare at my face, his eyes clouded with desires, the same that I am sure my eyes could also reflect. "Or nay?" It was this point he bent and placed his mouth on my right nipple, kissing it lightly, my already foggy brain went on strike at the contact, I let out a loud moan to show this as it felt like electricity zapped from my nipple straight to my core.

He nipped at my nipple through the fabric of the lingerie, giving it his outmost attention then he moved over to the left one, awarding it with the same, but then he stopped, he just stopped. I looked at him with questions to see him also staring at me with the same questioning glint in his eyes, that was when I remembered what he just said, or rather asked.

"Yay, or nay?"

That could only mean one thing, he was asking for my consent to go further, and now the question was, do I want him to do so? Was I ready for that? Damn, if I was to listen to my brain then this was wrong, my rational thoughts keep on telling me that this wasn't what I wanted, but my body says otherwise, atleast my dripping sex that was obviously leaving an interesting spot on his abdomen says so. I watched his face closely, the look on his face showed doubt, he was definitely thinking I'm going to say nay, which I should say, but the body wants what it wants.

I gave him my answer by pulling him into a kiss. He took this gratifying decision of mine with gratitude, I guess. His lips this time was hard on mine. He kissed me with a quickness I never knew a kiss could have, groping me. He slid his hand over my abdomen to my stomach and cupped my left breast, I moaned into the kiss at the touch of his hands. He groped gently, rubbing my bud. This sent that electric feeling through me again, damn, this guy was going to be the death of me.

I felt him lower me kicking off the second lingerie off the bed, and soon I was lying face up on my bed, the soft cotton of the linen grazed my skin although it was something that was so mild, but staring at Ademide as his hungry eyes devoured me made the whole thing highly sensual. My long braids were proving to be rather annoying as they kept on poking me, now I'm regretting the day I made the damn hair, but the realization of what was about to happen didn't give me the time to think about that. I stared at the bulge in his pants, which was obvious and real. That was when it all set in. It was at this point the insecurities washed over me, I just wasn't sure what to expect, or what to do, and I wasn't sure if he would still find me sexy like he did before. I know I try to tell myself I'm sexy every now and then, which I want to believe badly I am, atleast I've become so after I started this whole Chloe Ting's workout, but I still can't help but feel insecure. My hands unconsciously went around my body again, and a look flashed in his eyes, I couldn't really say what it was. It was as though he understood me well enough. And what he did next seemed to wipe out majority of my insecurities but not all, he bent towards me on the bed, kissed my arms that were around me, uncoiling them slowly, and slowly I released them.

"I've always longed to see you this way, damn, I imagined it several times," he breathed against my skin, as he finally uncoiled my hands, he placed a kiss on my torso. "But reality is far better than my fantasies."

He went downward and placed a soft kiss on my thigh. He kissed upward slowly, making me squirm underneath him, wanting every touch of his. His fingertips traced my skin lightly, making their way up to the hook and joining the lingerie together at my waist, and he unhooked it. He moved upward, kissed my navel with his hands tinkling my waist beads, he trailed with his tongue, having me arching my back, wanting more. He stopped at the hook, joining the bra between my breasts, staring at my face with a daunting gaze as he unhooked it, freeing my breasts.

My hands unconsciously wandered to my breasts, but he held it, pinning it over my head with his left hand. He cupped my left breast with his free hand, playing with my nipple. He did this with his eyes on my face and a smile on his lips, watching me as I squirmed and moaned. He bent forward and kissed me hungrily pressing his body into mine on the bed, the impact was hell crashing as the feeling of my naked body pressed against his naked chest settled in, I could feel his dick pressing into my sex making me want to rip to shreds the tiny panties and stupid shorts that seemed to be our antagonist. I kissed him back, struggling to free my hand so as to enable me to touch him, but the dumbo held it still.

He stopped kissing me, raising his body above mine, and moved his hand over to my panties. He pulled it down sensually, looking at me heatedly as he did so. He took it off and placed light kisses on my two feet before looking directly at my face.

He slid his fingers across my slits, missing my clitoris by a bit, I bit my lips to prevent myself from screaming at the sensation, arching my back to enable him to do it more.

"Do you remember this?" He asked quietly, circling his fingers around my dripping pussy, but not touching it. And I wanted so bad for him to just touch it, I gave him a glare not knowing what he was expecting me to say. Maybe he was expecting me to say, 'oh my lordship, I remember so well,' or maybe, 'my brain is quite foggy now my lord, so I can't recollect.' He gave me a sensual smile before asking again, tweaking my clitoris lightly, but still not touching it the way I want, "do you?" I knew what he was doing, he was going to tease me until I answered him, and it was infuriating.

He bent closer to my ear, his hand pressing into my sex, he said into my ear in a husky voice,"do you?" His voice reverberated through me, sending waves of desires to my vagina. Damn, it was too much to handle.

"Fuck it yes!" I yelled finally having enough with all the teasing.

He chuckled lightly then said, "now, that is my short screamer." He pushed his finger into me lightly eliciting a loud moan from me, I could remember and was now very familiar with this foreign touch, and feeling that has been building up in my abdomen. "I love your voice Mary, so never you deprive me of it. I want to hear you scream." He thrusted his finger deeper and I did scream, "watch you scream." He looked at me intently, watching every emotion that passed across my face. He pumped his finger in and out at a leveled pace, and soon he added a second finger, like fugde I felt so full. He pumped in faster, increasing the pace, and increasing my moans and screams along with it, I grasped hold of his shoulder holding him tightly as I squirmed on the soft material, with my eyes closed shut.

The buildup in my abdomen intensified, and I almost couldn't hold it in anymore, damn I really needed to ease myself. "Watch you scream my name. Come for me Mary." He said in a very sexy voice.

I felt really lost, I've read several books, novels, and I've read how the hero always tells the heroine to come for him, but how? I don't know what I was supposed to do, fuck inexperience. I felt a new sort of feeling wash through me from my head up to my core that Ademide was still thrusting into, it felt like it just wanted to burst out, but how?

"Just let it go Mary" he said in a very gentle voice. And I did just that, I let it go.

"Ade...mide," I said breathlessly as the wave washed through me, paralyzing every other senses in me. I held on tighter to his shoulder, squirming as I experienced my first ever orgasm. He rode me through the orgasm, thrusting his fingers in and out, by the time I came down from my high I felt totally lightheaded, and weak. The only thing that was on my mind was the fact that I just had my first orgasm, and it was way more than I predicted. The books I've read did no justice to things like this.

I opened my eyes slowly to see Ademide pull his fingers out of my sopping cunt and put it into his mouth, sucking with that beautiful glint in his eyes. Gosh, I didn't know how to describe how that felt with me.

He unzipped the fly of his shorts, holding my gaze as he did so. My breath hitched in my throat as I realized that this was it, I was going to have sex with Ademide, and I wanted to so bad. I watched with curious eyes as he got out of his shorts and was left in his boxers, white boxers, what a wise choice of color, God knows I love whites but I don't wear white underwear.

He stalked towards me, staring at my face, I guess I needed to get use to him and his infatuation with my face, but right now I didn't care, I just needed him and wanted him. He stopped in his tracks with a look of bewilderment.

"Shit!" He muttered.

Yay, or nay?
© Mary Aden