Chapter Sixty-Eight

Femi was not in a hurry to leave, after they were done resting, he picked up his phone and ordered breakfast for both of them. He was looking to spend as much of her last days with her as possible. Although he knew he would still have to leave because he had a job to do.

While Ada was enjoying having him close by, she also wanted him gone. The longer he stayed on, the harder it was for her to say goodbye. And she was dreading the moment with each passing second. Because she knew that it was going to be the last nail in the coffin. The moment Femi walked out the door, it would mean that her tryst in Lagos had really come to an end and she would have to move on with her life.

When the food came in, they ate to their satisfaction and drank the last of the water in the mini fridge. The pack had really served her well, and it had finished just in time.

Ada got up from the bed, clearing out the takeaway plate and empty water bottles which she tossed into the trash can. She and Femi were still buck ass naked, but for some reason, sex was not what was on their minds. The last one they had seemed to have been enough, they were just finding comfort in each other’s company. And that was enough.

When she returned to the bed, they cuddled up and watched a movie on the television. For the first time since she was lodged in that room, she changed the channel from a music channel to that of a movie. Thankfully, it was an interesting movie and very engrossing. It took more than two hours, but by the time it was over, it was already afternoon.

“Shit…” Ada rasped as she checked the time on her phone, “time has gone. My flight is by four and this is already two.”

“Oh boy…” Femi replied as he sat up, “I also need to get going.”

Ada put it back on music channel, flooding the room with Nigerian bangers while Femi hurried into the bathroom and took a quick bath.

She was feeling weak and tired, she didn’t have much gusto to get up and start getting ready. She just remained on the bed, her eyes on the TV screen as she enjoyed the music. She was still there when Femi walked out of the bathroom, looking fresh and clean.

She still remained there as he went about the room, dressing up once again.

“I will be passing by the airport on my way, shouldn’t I drop you off?”

She thought about it, and then she shook her head. She needed to be done with him now so she could clear out her head, “nah. I might take a little time getting ready. Besides, I wouldn’t want to stress you.”

He smiled at her as he belted his shorts, “what can you possibly do to me that will stress me?”

He picked up his stuff and sent them all into his pockets, then he stood and looked at her. She gently pushed herself up to her feet and approached him.

“So this is really goodbye,” he muttered as she stopped before him.

“Yeah,” she replied softly, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth. “This is goodbye.”

“Well, no one knows tomorrow,” he said.

“Yeah, no one does.” She replied, but she knew with all her being that she was not going to see him again, ever. Even if she came to Lagos again, she wouldn’t see him. Because she knew that if she tried it, leaving him might be harder to do the second time.

“How about a goodbye hug, huh?” He asked a he spread his arms in invitation.

She walked into his arms and hugged him tight, pressing the side of her face into his chest as she wrapped herself around him. She could feel the hard material of his cloth against her naked skin, and she could also feel his hand as it gently stroked her hair.

She pulled away a bit to look at his face one last time. And then she kissed him again. Their tongues met and his arms went round her to cup her bottom, squeezing it hard.

It was a brief kiss, and they pulled away shortly after.

“Goodbye Ada,” he whispered with a smile, then he stepped away from her and turned towards the door. He pulled it open, flashed another smile at her and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

As the door clicked shut, she walked to it and engaged the lock, pressing her forehead against the cold surface.

“Goodbye Femi.” She muttered.

Her week of fun was finally over.

She slowly made her way to the bed and sat down. She was suddenly feeling alone, more alone than she had ever felt since she stepped foot in Lagos. Now, she was itching to leave and have it all behind her as soon as possible.

She got to her feet and went into the bathroom. There she began to freshen up. She took her bath and brushed her teeth, about thirty minutes later she walked out feeling clean and fresh. And ready to get the hell out of Lagos.

She pulled out her box, she was going to go home in one of her summer gowns, she had not worn that since she  came to Lagos and it had been languishing in her box. She pulled it out and laid it on the bed. Then she began to arrange her box, stripping the room of everything that was hers and putting them into the box.

While doing this, she was nodding her head in tune to the afro beat that was steadily pouring out of the TV speakers.

When she was done, she zipped it up and put the box in a corner of the room. The rest of the things she would need could fit into her handbag, and they were basic things that she might have need for during the flight.

She dressed up and applied light make up to her face, she did not have the strength for excess today. Moreover, she was on a clock. She still had enough time to make it to the airport.

She picked up her phone and was about to book a ride when it began to ring in her hand, when she saw who was calling she let out a sigh. She considered ignoring the call, seeing as she did not have much time. She could always call him back when she was back home in Owerri. But with a frustrated sigh, she picked the call.

“Hello Ken,” she said.

“Wow…” Ken’s deep voice poured through her phone. “For a moment I believed you had deleted my number.”

“Ha…” that was all she said, it had never crossed her mind. Ever since she had left his place, she had never really considered calling him back. Not with all the activities that had been lined up for her.

“Well, I remembered you telling me that you were returning to Owerri today. So I came to say bye.”

“Yeah, I’m just about out the door.” She replied him, then she did a double take, “hold on, what do you mean?”

“I’m at your hotel, Ada. What’s your room number?”

“The fuck?” She rasped, did she have time to host someone? She saw that she had just about an hour till her flight took off. But then, the airport was here in Ikeja, she might be able to pull it off. With a sigh of defeat, she mumbled her room number to him.

“I’ll be there.” He said and promptly cut the call.

Letting out a deep breath, she poured herself into the bed and just sat there. a few minutes later she heard the knock on her door and she walked to open it. When she saw his handsome face once again, reminding herself of all the nasty things they had done to each other the last time they had been together, she smiled.

“My flight is by four,” she told him as she stepped away, giving him room to walk in. “I don’t think this can go on for long.”

“I know,” he replied as he looked around. He saw her packed box and saw that she was indeed ready to leave, “a goodbye should never take time, right?”

“You could have said your goodbyes on the phone.” She muttered as she watched him closely.

“Yeah, I could have. But I was already here, so why not just come up as well?”

“You could have called from home,” she added. “You didn’t have to come here first and then call.”

“I wanted to see you okay?” He shrugged, “even if it was for one last time before you jetted off to the Eastern Heartland.”

She smiled weakly at him as for some reason she felt a tingle run up her spine, “well, you have seen me now. What comes next?”

He stood there for a while, just looking at her, then he covered the distance between them and pulled her to him. Their lips met in one explosive fusion, and even against her better judgment she felt her arms go round his neck as she hugged him tighter to herself.

The airport could wait for a few minutes.

He pulled away from her, and she felt as if her air supply had been wrenched out of her. She needed him like yesterday.

“You have no idea how much you have been on my mind…” he muttered as he looked into her eyes.

Ada was not interested in that, she pulled him in once more and kissed him feverishly. He grabbed her by the buttocks and squeezed them as he hoisted her up and held her up against the door. She had no idea she could still be in the mood.

But she could still feel the sense of urgency even with the pleasure that was pumping through her veins at the moment.

There was no time to take their clothes off, she raised her gown while he tugged his trouser down. His manhood was erect and pointed at her. There was no time for finesse. He slammed into her immediately.

“Ahh…” she cried out, her breath leaving her body in a whoosh as she collapsed against him.

He pulled out and slammed into her once more, causing her to let out another cry. Then he began to increase his pace, going faster and faster as he fucked her hard against the door. They could hear the door creaking under their combined weight as he kept on pounding into her.

While he held her up with one hand, his other hand groped underneath her gown and fondled her boobs, squeezing them as he kept on plowing into her. She clenched her walls tight around him. Somehow, she wanted everything to finish quickly and she also wanted it to last for a long time.

They were both letting out groans and moans, enjoying what they were doing to each other.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her and helped her down. Without him saying anything, as if she had read his mind, she turned around and pushed her ass out to him for doggy. And he slammed into her again from behind.

She couldn’t hold in her cries, she was pressed against the door, her hands slapped against the wooden surface as he kept on thrusting into her. The creaking off the door increased as hiss pace increased. She felt her inner walls clenching like a vise around his erection.

He let out a hoarse cry, slapping his hand against the door for better support as he kept on pounding into her while he used his free hand to squeeze her boobs.

Then, they began to go even faster as the orgasm began to come. It started from the tip of their toes and hit them both at the same time. Their cries of pleasure intertwined and mixed up as they clung to each other for support. He kept on slamming into her, over and over again as the waves of pleasure swept through them.

And when it was over, he slammed into her one last time as he shot his seed deep into her womb.

For the next few seconds, Ada couldn’t hear a single thing because her blood was ringing in her ears.