His hand dips into the tub and the hot water stings his skin. “That’s a no,” he says while shaking his head. “Plus, I need your opinion on something. If I get in there with you, we won’t be leaving this condo.”
Her lids lift and her eyes lock with his. “We’re going somewhere?” she asks.
“Yeah but not until six. Enjoy your bath and work a little first. I’m not trying to interrupt your routine.”
“But you know you can, right?” she asks with a smile.
“Like this,” he says before sliding his hand back into her hot ass water. Thankfully, the hot temperature tempers after a few seconds.
His hand lands on her knee then glides to her thigh. He massages her thigh then slides his hand between her closed legs. She gladly opens in anticipation of his divine hand. When her legs gape, he runs his fingers up her slit before breaching her opening with two fingers. Her body reacts instantly and a soft moan rolls off her lips.
“Mm,” she purrs in pleasure.
He leans in and covers her mouth as his fingers slowly stroke in and out of her. His touch, any touch, always brings her so much pleasure. He’s mastered taking her to ecstasy in the most skillful way. In less than three minutes, her legs tremble, her hands grip the sides of the tub, and an impending explosion brews her in core.
“Akeem!” she cries.
“Yes, bae,” he answers as he pulls her orgasm out with his fingers. She’s on the edge and he knows it. He knows her body.
“Oh god,” she gasps when he twists his fingers and hits her wall.
“Let that shit go,” he utters into her ear.
As if on command, her body bucks and the water splashes. Her eyes roll to the back of her head then her lids close as a massive orgasm rips through her. She explodes all over his fingers as she moans. When he slowly eases his fingers out of her throbbing pussy, her entire body goes limp.
“Enjoy your bath,” he says, kissing her forehead. “Six o’clock.”
It takes several minutes for her to recover from his beautiful destruction but she eases out of the tub and takes a shower to clean her satiated body. Afterward, she moisturizes her body, slides on her underwear and one of her comfortable extra-long jersey dresses.
Akeem is in the living room relaxing on the sectional with a rerun of an old gun reality show he likes playing on the TV. Normally, after her bath on school days, she goes into her converted office area in the dining room to work, but not today. Her plans have changed thanks to his fingers and the earth-shattering orgasm they solicited. All she wants is to be up on him.
“Hey,” he says, surprised when she climbs on his lap.
“Hey, you,” she responds. “Did you eat?”
“Yeah and thank you, bae. As long as I’ve been here, I’ve never ate there. I’ve been missing out.”
“Did you leave me a cookie?”
“I didn’t touch them. I left them for you. I ate one of them egg roll joints though. That was fye too.”
“I know. My food was good too. We have to go back together.”
“Yeah, we most def need to do that.” He palms her ass then asks, “You not working this afternoon?”
“No,” she says with a shrug. “I just want to chill right here, just like this, with you until our six o’clock thing. What is it anyway?”
“I want to show you something and get your opinion,” he tells her, downplaying his true plans.
“Okay. Are we leaving at six or do we have to be there at six?”
“We just have to be there at six.”
“Good, that means I have at least an hour to be here. Oh, except I need to call Axton. I booked y’all flights and found a beach house rental for him in Crescent Cove. It has all the amenities he wanted and it’s only twenty-five minutes from the hospital. I’m praying this works out for him.”
“Me too. Me too,” he says while nodding, silently praying this new thing works for his brother. “I’m gonna miss you though.”
“Me too, but if Axton is cool with it, I might fly in that last weekend y’all are there.”
