Page 75 of Two’s Better

My heart was pumping with anticipation and adrenaline as I pushed my key into the lock; one would think it was the first time I’d left Ofure at home or vice versa. I felt like a dog waiting desperately for their master to come home, even though I technically wasn’t the one doing the waiting. Today felt different, though. I’d tried to downplay it to my mother, but she was right; it felt like I’d just started a whole new chapter of my life, and that was a big deal.

“Fure, baby,” I called, kicking off my shoes. Something smelled incredible. “Is that your signature fried rice I smell?” I said with a giddy grin, entering the living area.

And coming to a sudden and complete halt.

There were balloons everywhere. Hanging from the ceiling was a colourful banner with the words, “Congratulations on your first day!”

My eyes darted to the left, to the kitchenette, where my girlfriend was standing, leaning back on her palms against the kitchen counter.

Wearing nothing but a mischievous smile and an apron.

“Hi,” she said. “Welcome home.”

I yanked the strap of my shoulder bag over my head, letting it thunk carelessly to the floor, then began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.

“Oh my God, Uzi,” she said, bursting into laughter. “Can you—can we—”

“You knew exactly what you were doing,” I interrupted, my voice low and dark. “Don’t play coy, now, Fure, baby.”

“Okay, Uzi, baby.” Her hands moved higher behind her, then her apron was loosening, and she was taking it off and dropping it to the floor.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

I gave up on trying to get my clothes off, stalking up to her, wrapping my arms underneath her ass and lifting her off her feet.

She squealed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, laughing breathlessly as I marched us down to our bedroom, then unceremoniously dumped her on the bed. I climbed in after her, spreading her lovely, thick thighs without fanfare and ducking down.

“Uzezi.” She tilted her hips up needily.

“Already moaning my name?” I teased huskily, placing a soft, sucking kiss to her inner thigh. “I haven’t even started.”

My mouth was on her pussy before she could give me a no-doubt witty retort. Her hands flew to my fro, gripping the short curls tight. She was already wet—so fucking wet for me. Had she gotten naked the moment I’d texted I was on my way back? Had she been squirming, practically naked, turned on—imagining all the things I’d do to her once I spotted her all wrapped up like the most delicious present?

The ample evidence against my lips said yes.

Like she wanted to prove my theory right even more, it took barely three minutes of me eating her out before she began to shake, her thighs squeezing around my head. Fuck, fuck. I had to hump the bed for some relief, just as turned on as she was.

“Uzi,” she cried. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming—”

I groaned encouragingly, not stopping even after she stiffened with a hoarse cry. I kept going, stroking her shaking thighs, my dick pounding with every sexy sobbing moan that spilled from her lips until she was lifting her hips, nearly cracking her spine in half as she came again.

I knelt up when she melted into the mattress, gasping, trying to catch her breath. I’d barely managed to undo two more buttons on my shirt when she blurted, “No, wait, stop.”

I paused, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Fucking hell.” She swallowed, blushing. “You just—you look so fucking hot.”

I was in a simple pale pink, long-sleeved button down and neatly pressed black cotton trousers. But I knew what seeing me like this was doing to her; she’d tried to climb me like a tree this morning. Only my fear of being late on my first day had kept me from letting her.

I dropped my hand from my shirt to my belt, unbuckling it slowly. Her hungry gaze followed the movement of my hands, as if she was hypnotised.

“Want the clothes to stay on?”

Her eyes darted back up to meet mine, wide and dark with arousal. “Jesus,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, too scandalised to admit it.

I smirked. “Noted.”

I got my belt and pants open, shoving my underwear low enough that my dick and balls were exposed. I leaned over her, reaching for the bedside drawer for a condom.