I couldn't think of how we got home without shuddering and thanking my lucky stars. My heart had been in my mouth till Chike parked the death trap he called a bike.

"I'm never getting on that thing again," I said when Chike opened his apartment.

"That's because you have a choice. Everyone doesn't have the means for a great car." He switched on the light and dropped his keys on the nightstand before taking off his top.

"You can't guilt trip me for having a better life."

"No one is guilt tripping you, because no one cares. Stop complaining."

"You are arrogant for a guy who lives in a studio apartment."

Chike untied his shoe laces and pulled off his socks with his shoes. "Is arrogance exclusive to only rich people? I mean your kind? I'm not allowed to have some kind of feeling because I'm in the wrong tax bracket."

"That wasn't what I meant."

"What do you mean?" he asked as he came near me.

My brain was getting fried with him being so close to me, and it was a good thing too because then I couldn't say anything that'd cause a fight.

"No answer?" Chike asked as his breath fanned my mouth.

I was staring so intently as his plump lips that I couldn't make any meaning of what he just said. His hands went behind my back and he peeled off my tank top.

He groaned. "Do you do this on purpose? Not wear a bra under your clothes?"

"I-I-" I cleared my throat as his hands cupped my breasts.

"Thanks for wearing the track for me, it was a sweet thing to do," he whispered into my ear. His breath was playing tricks on my mind as he blew on my ear after he licked it. Wetness pulled between my legs and I went for his buckle. Chike swatted my hands and said, "You first."

I removed my track bottom and heels, my soaked panties soon joined the growing pile. My hands returned to his buckle and this time he let me. His hand went into my hair and the hairband came loose as mine went inside his briefs, cupping him. I was carried to the bed and I watched in awe as he got naked. Chike joined me in bed, laying on top of me while he maneuvered my hands above my head. I felt him secure my both hands and when I raised them to take a look, it was bound with a tie.

What the heck? "You own a tie?"

"I bought one for this purpose."

"Untie me," I said in annoyance.

"No," Chike said before his lips took mine sensually, and it felt different from our previous kisses.

I tore my lips off his and looked at him weirdly as he moved off me to lay by my side. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think we're doing?" he asked.

"Having sex," I answered, he'd better remember that. "Untie me." I was struggling to weaken the knot.

"I don't have sex, I make love, slowly, purposefully and intently while learning every inch of your body. You like to have sex but today we're not doing that."

"Don't," I said into his mouth as he started his slow administration on my lips.

I didn't like where it was going but my body responded nonetheless, and my lips returned the kisses. I tried to control the situation by kissing him hard but Chike's hand came around my neck and he held my head in place, kissing me at a much slower pace. His lips went to my neck and his tongue torturously licked on the tiny mole there before he went to my breast. My back ached as he took a mound in his mouth, and his hand trailed down the side of my waist while he licked, lapped and teased me, biting my nipple hard in between.

It was too much, too slow, too thorough. It was everything I hated happening in a fling. It wasn't supposed to go that way. Where was my control?

"Chike," I gasped his name out loud when he went to the other breast and cold air hit the nipple where his mouth had been.

He slid up to kiss me and I shuddered as his length settled in the V of my legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grounded into him. He laughed at my impatience and I hissed. Why was he so cool?

"Stop. You're not having your way."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked in frustration.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked as he looked deep into me, he held my head steadily as I tried to tear my gaze away. "What are you scared of?"

"I'm not scared. I don't want it this way."

"We aren't rushing this so get used to it."

I shook my head and tried to loosen the tie.

"You'll only bruise your wrists," he said. "Stop wriggling," Chike groaned out. I laughed and he looked at me. "Pervert. I hope you keep this same energy."

He left the bed and got a condom to strap on. I won, I wished my wrists weren't bound though. When Chike came back to the bed, I almost passed out when his face went between my thighs.

"Don't, please," I begged.

I tried twisting and turning as his tongue licked me but he spread my thighs further and continued to use his tongue on me, right on one spot. My ears starting ringing as the sensation overwhelmed me. I thought I was going to die from all the sensation, then he stopped and waited for me to urge him on. I practically begged for it and when he continued, my eyes rolled back as his tongue found my clit and he sucked. I couldn't hold on for much longer and I was trembling as he inserted his fingers in, finding my g-spot, and at the same time sucking hard on my clit.
When his hand drove in and out mercilessly into me, I screamed and came hard, spraying hot liquid on his face. I was mortified but Chike surfaced, cleaning his face with a side of the bed sheet before filling me with his engorged length. His hands worked on the tie as he thrust in and out. When my hands suddenly got freed, I took his face and kissed him like I'd never done.

My fingers dug into his back as his sped the rhythm of his thrust. I knew he was close to release so I let myself go once again and we climbed the highest edge of sensation together, moaning out each other's name in the process as we crashed. Chike rolled over and took me with him as we got ourselves. He got up to go to the bathroom and cradled me close to his chest when he came back.

"Don't do that again," I said, resting my head on his erratically beating chest.

"Do what? Eat you out or make love?"

His chest rumbled in my ear as he talked. "Both."

"Hey, look at me."

I looked at him and tried not to think too much of the emotions I could see clearly in his eyes.

"You were beautiful. Why wouldn't you want that to happen again?"

Well, I couldn't tell him it made me feel open, vulnerable, all the things I didn't want to feel for him, for anyone.

"We'll do it your way next time." Chike rolled to the side and put some space between us.

It was great he knew there were boundaries. Chike turned his back to me and I pulled him until he was looking at me again.

"I'm sorry." I shouldn't be apologizing or encouraging him but I did anyway.

"Go to sleep, sweet face," he said, his voice soothing me as he smoothed my hair.

I woke up to the strumming of guitar, and I saw Chike on a chair that didn't look strong enough to carry his weight. He was writing in a book and playing the guitar that was around his naked chest. Chike closed the book when I stood from the bed and he removed the instrument from his neck.

"Come here," he said beckoning to me.

I went willingly into his arms and played with his hair as one of his thighs held my weight.

"I need your help," Chike said, rubbing my naked back.

"What is it?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"Can you sit on the bed and let me draw you?"

"No."

I stood from his lap and picked the first clothing my hand touched in the pile on the floor, wearing my top and finding my panties to wear.

"You can draw me also."

"I don't draw people, I sketch dresses."

"It would make me happy."

I was about to say I didn't care about his happiness then I realized that would ruin everything, so I went to the bed, took off my cloth and sat with my knees up and arms holding them together to cover my breasts.

"Thank you," Chike said, while I rolled my eyes.

"Things we do for lust. You have thirty minutes," I said.

Chike found a large drawing book in a backpack and got pencils. He went to the window and widened the curtain to let more light in. I watched as his hand flew across the page when he started, the pencil made 'skrr' noises on the book as he drew. I become jittery as time passed.

"Done?" I asked.

"Almost."

"Hurry." I couldn't maintain the same position for much longer.

Chike continued to scrawl on the page.

"Done," he said few minutes later.

I jumped from the bed and hurried over to where he was, peering down to look at the drawing. My breath caught as I studied it.

"This is so beautiful, and it's so large. How did you finish this in that amount of time?"

The drawing was marvelous, I traced my fingers over the paper, outlining the lines and contours.

"A certain someone was hurrying me. I know you like it, but it's mine so don't ask for it."

"Stingy ass."

"You know it. My turn, let's see what you can do."

Chike went to the window and stood still with his hands by his side and face turned slightly upward. I took the seat and opened a fresh page for my sketch. I was slower than he was, so I spent several long minutes sketching. He never moved from his position as I drew, he occasionally flashed me an encouraging smile. I sketched him from head to mid-thigh, and I made sure I got his abs and chest in the drawing. Those were the part I was most fascinated with.

"Done," I said. My back hurt so much from sketching for hours.

"Show off," Chike said when he noted that his hands were raised in the drawing.

"I wanted to get your chest region right." I shrugged.

"You're good, better than I am."

"Pay up then."

"Gladly," Chike said, drawing me in for a kiss.

For once, I appreciated my hands being free to roam. When I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me up by wrapping my legs around his waist, Chike carried me to the edge of the bed. He shifted my panties to the side and entered me without any form of foreplay.

"Dammit, you're always so wet."

The vein in his neck protruded as he glided in and out of me smoothly without friction. I bit his bottom lip as I came, forgetting to be gentle.