King

Water ran down my naked body, pooled at my feet before disappearing through the drain. The house was quiet except for the sound of water gushing from the overhead shower. I ran my fingers through my wet hair, a part of me wished it was Uti doing that but she was still in the children's room.

After sharing the cake, which she barely ate, she had followed them around, hanging on to every word they said like an estranged mother who just reconciled with her children. I chuckled at the comparison, the way they had manipulated her into letting them stay an hour past their bedtime.

In a way, that was the case, a transition to her original role evoked the amount of joy I never knew possible at the mention of a word. It wasn't the same as in the movies, it was pure, the happiness that radiated off her beautiful face and it made all the extra promises Emma forced out of me worth it.

I had been afraid the little guy would mess things up. We had a tiresome argument on why he would have to start calling his elder sister mummy all of a sudden. The reminder of it alone made my head throb a little, children asked the most complicated questions. Good thing they were susceptible to bribes in the form of promises. All I had to do was hope that would be enough to keep his lips sealed until I proposed.

A groan escaped me as I absent-mindedly pushed the knob to the left, causing the temperature of the water to rise from warm to scalding hot. I adjusted it and my fingers reached for the sponge at the same time slender hands hugged me from behind.

"Thank you," Uti murmured seconds after.

I knew it was her even before she spoke and I smiled. I tried to pry her hands off me, bless my eyes with a vision of her as I mildly scolded her, explained to her for the umpteenth time that she didn't have to keep thanking me for every little thing I did, I was glad to do all those things. But her grip on my shoulder was firm so I let her be.

"Anything for you, Uti," I said instead.

The side of her face was pressed against my back as I stood under the water with my arms at my side, unsure what to say to the gorgeous woman clinging to me. The best part about being with a woman like Uti was that we could stand under the shower for as long as we wanted without her having to bother about her hair smelling or those frivolities other women would worry about.

"This... This is the first time he's saying it," her voice was muffled; strained and my fingers ran over her arm, "the first time we are celebrating Mother's Day since..."

If it was only water trailing down my back or her tears mixed with the water, I couldn't tell because her grip on my shoulder didn't relax. When it finally did, I switched our positions so she was facing me and a proud smile took over my face when she pouted.

Uti had that look on her face, the same look she used to beckon on me and it tugged on my heartstrings. While she always had that look on her face whenever she was with her kids, it was never as intense as the one she gave me this morning before we cut her cake. I loved it. I loved that she looked at me as if I was the only man who could make her happy. I could, I would always try to.

"How come you don't have another name?"

The suddenness of her question caused my thoughts to crash to an abrupt stop. I didn't need any other name, King Daniels sounded just right. I ran my fingers up and down her arms, noting how her pupils dilated slightly and her eyelids lowered. I smiled, loving how the smallest of my touch affected her.

"Are you worried your name won't fit with mine?" I teased and cupped her buttocks, "Utianle Daniels sounds good to me."

She reciprocated my gesture, going on to squeeze my butt cheeks. I closed my eyes briefly, I liked it when she did that. I liked her touch. Starboy did too. I could feel him rousing from the slumber I had tried to put him in once Uti joined me in the shower.

"I like the sound of it too," she murmured.

My head fell to one side at her reply. At first, it wasn't something to dwell on because I assumed it was a phase, this complacent, ever agreeing side of Uti, though I loved it, I was prepared for it to be over. But it was here to stay and I found myself loving it more than her stubborn side. The bold, sexy vixen was my all-time favourite.

"I'm glad you agree," I whispered.

Uti fingers played on my chest, pinching my nipples and muttering insincere apologies. Her head was downcast as if she was avoiding my gaze and I confirmed that she was when she refused to look up even after I called her names multiple times.

"You make me happy," she breathed out.

Her voice was so low and the only reason I could hear her was because I shut the water off. We were standing a hair's breadth away from each other but it seemed too much and my hands around her waist pulled her closer, moulding her fine body into mine.

My heart raced, my ears adjusted, picking up on the lightest of sounds, the pace of her breathing which matched perfectly with the rhythm of my heartbeat. If starboy who had risen to its full glory disturbed her, she didn't act like it and if she hadn't shivered, we would have stayed that way for long.

"You make me happier," I said. Lukewarm water began to pour on us once more but with less speed than it had previously been doing. "Is Utianle your only name?"

Moving one hand to her slim waist and another to palm her belly which wouldn't be this flat for long once she had King junior inside, I placed a wet kiss on her lips.

The thought of having a mini-me with Uti made me giddy with excitement, we would have a son first, and my fingers trailed the curve of her belly to the flesh in between her legs. I inserted one finger into her core, the melodious moan that slipped from her lips had another one of my limbs joining its comrade in its new, warm place of abode.

Wrapping one of her legs around my waist, I whispered, "Is Utianle your only name?"

She shook her head and I pushed her to the wall without withdrawing my fingers which began to move in a clockwise direction. Her moans were more audible, her nails dug into my back as the pressure behind my fingers increased and it drove me crazy.

My hand closed over one of her firm, perky breasts, I squeezed and kneaded while the other hand worked to bring her to the brink of pleasure as she purred, moaned and muttered beautiful nonsense into my ear.

"I don't have another name," she whispered.

"What?" I asked.

Uti's leg dropped to the bathroom floor as her palm wrapped around my thick length, she retrieved the body wash, started using it as a lubricant and I let out a strangled sound. My hands dropped to my side, I was unable to concentrate as her hand went up and down my penis with her fingers lightly caressing my balls and I grunted with bliss.

"I don't have another name," she paused and her head fell back as if she was sharing in the pleasure her fingers brought me. "But I was called Amber at a certain point."

Placing one hand on the side of her head, I groaned as she picked up speed, the sensations coursing through my body made me want to explode in her hands. There was a build-up in my stomach, a tightening of my abs that had me balling my hands into a fist, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes to let the pleasure wash over me.

In a husky voice that was best suited for the bedroom, I murmured, "why did they stop?" She shrugged. "Amber is a nice name too."

A guttural growl escaped my lips, her hands expertly working my manhood made it hard to keep still. Another groan slipped from me when she cupped my balls and my free hand joined the other one on the wall, sitting perfectly on each side of her head.

My eyes closed, lines appeared on my forehead as I struggled to get a grip. She was doing wicked things to my body, things I had dreamt of her doing for so long and I could not hold the feeling of satisfaction in. I hit the wall when she gripped me tight, her hold relaxed and I moaned, she was on fire.

Her touch lighted every part of my body up, had my heart beating erratically. I was close to loosing it, spilling my seed into her hands and the only thing that stopped me from thrusting into her, carrying her so she could ride me with the same expertise she was handling my dick was because I hated bathroom sex. It was a big, slippery mess.

Uti didn't seem to agree with my thoughts because after another carnal sound escaped me, she withdrew her hands to her side.

My brows furrowed as I stared at her, why in God's name did she stop doing his amazing work on my dick? I needed her to continue. Hooking a finger under her jaw, I tilted her head till her eyes were trained on mine and the intensity of the admiration tinged with lust made my manhood throb harder. She couldn't stop now, she couldn't.

The sexy woman in front of me blinked, she ran her tongue over her lip before sinking her teeth into it and I groaned. At this point, I would have given her anything she asked for, even if I didn't have it at the moment, just to have her resume the good work. The plea hanging on the tip of my tongue was never voiced out because she beat me to it.

"I'm sorry," Uti murmured and tried to look away but I held her head in place. Not now.

I didn't need shy Uti right now, I needed the sexy vixen that had been working my prick like handjobs were a part of the perks of being a committed man. What the fuck was she even apologising for? I was enjoying it.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked, grazing her lower lip with my thumb. My other hand went to the back of her neck and her head fell back as my fingers circled her nipple.

"I thought I wasn't doing it right," her voice was husky, "your face... I'm out of practice."

My face? I nodded. Fine, I would try and fix that. If that was what her out of practice looked like, then I sure as hell was looking forward to helping her get back in shape.

Leaning forward to give her a kiss which was followed by my hand groping her breasts, I trailed kisses down her chin to the crook of her neck, nipping on the skin there as I guided her hand back to my erection. There was still much work to be done.

Uti hesitated a bit before her fingers circled the tip of my shaft where precum stood like drops of water from a tap that was recently turned off. "You are doing everything right."

A smile graced her lips at my words and I nodded, doing my best not to scare her into stopping what she was yet to fully resume with my facial expression. I had no idea what she meant by that but I didn't want her to stop again. No talking, only action.

My tongue thrust into her mouth, touching and tasting every corner. She tasted like the icing of her cake and I craved for more, to explore every bit of her. I bit on her lip, teased her with my tongue. When she bucked under me, almost releasing her hold on starboy, I picked up the pace. I held her.

There was no feeling, no thinking, just acting and taking, soaking up the warmth that surrounded me as our kiss deepened.

Without warning, I pulled away from her, both of our chests heaving. Her head was tilted to one side, her eyes half-closed with her teeth sinking into her lips. I wanted more, I wanted her hands, tongue, those soft lips on me, on starboy. Everywhere. My mouth opened and closed, I stood watching her through lust-filled eyes, annoyed and at a loss on how to voice my request. Fuck.

I have never had to ask. Those other women always knew what to do but they weren't Uti. My eyes darted between her lips and starboy, hoping to God, she took the fucking hint. But she didn't. She fucking did not.

My shoulders slumped in resignation, I cleared my throat, picked up the sponge and applied some of the body wash. We had spent more than enough time here.

The water was completely off now, I started with her breasts, smothering her chest with lather. Her moan tickled my ears, tempting me to do more than just bath her but I resisted. I wanted another form of pleasure only her mouth could bring me.

She giggled when I washed her armpit and I took my time in washing the other one so I could hear her giggles all over again. I did quick work with the rest of her body, knowing that the faster we got out of here, the calmer I would become. I had to leave.

Starboy throbbed painfully when her fingers caressed him and I had to hold her hands above her head to stop her from going any further. I didn't want her hands, I needed her mouth down there but I had no fucking idea how to voice out that request.

"You don't like me touching you again?" she asked and the sadness in her voice broke my heart. I shook my head and sighed, it shouldn't be this hard to ask for a blowjob.

"Uti," I murmured, letting the water rid her body of the lather. "I... I want... you to..."

She said nothing until she was clean, then stretched out her hand for me to hand over the sponge. I hesitated, I already bathed. She remained the way she was, I scowled and dropped the loofah into her open palm, my frown deepening when she let it fall.

Uti bent to retrieve it but didn't rise to her full height, instead, she knelt. Her fingers caressed my balls and my body went rigid. Her breath fanned starboy that was now at alert and my fingernails dug into my palm.

Her mouth closed over the tip of my shaft, her tongue swirled over the opening and I hissed. My hand went to her head, caressing it as she took in more of me, wishing she would go deeper. I wanted to be balls deep inside her but I couldn't scare her away.

The way she was sucking on my dick like it was a lollipop had me groaning and the only thing I could do to stop myself from shoving all of me into her mouth was to continue tracing lines on her scalp.

"You are holding back," Uti murmured and my eyes parted open to stare at her.

She was a vision to behold with her head angled to one side, eyes half-closed as she looked up to me. How could I not hold back with this amazing view? I grunted when she bit her lip then flicked her tongue over my shaft, my self-control gradually slipping.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." She blinked those long, natural lashes at me and I nodded twice. I would have done all she asked with the way she was looking at me. "Don't hold back."

Uti resumed her holy work, taking all of me into her mouth slowly as if she was giving me a chance to change my mind. Hell no. My fingers caressed her scalp, afraid to do with her lips what I really wanted to.

A sigh of frustration left my lips when Uti paused to say, "King. Stop holding back."

Fine. She asked for it. Throwing all caution into the wind, I rammed into her mouth, groaning in delight when she took all of me without hesitation. This was the real deal.

My grip on her head was hard, maybe too hard but she didn't complain as her head bobbed up and down on my penis. My eyes closed when her fingers began to massage my balls at the same time my dick hit the base of her throat and for the briefest of moments, I was floating in a whole new world where only joy and pleasure existed.

I was brought back to earth by her tongue and its magical abilities, the contraction of my stomach muscles followed by the need to get away from Uti. I needed a release and I couldn't do that in her mouth without her permission. I could not ruin this moment.

Her hand on my abs stilled my movement, our gazes met while her mouth remained around my manhood which threatened to explode. She shook her head then her teeth grazed the tip of starboy, not in a way to hurt but in a way that sent my sperm shooting down her throat with the speed of lightning. I sighed; this was perfection.