Uriah

He could tell she was not okay. From the moment they had left the event, her mind was elsewhere and he was desperate to get into her mind and understand what was really happening with her. He knew she was closing herself off and he knew it would not work out well if she went back to that place. His memory served him with images of all the times he had found her staring at a blank wall trying to piece together the brokenness that was in her mind. Whatever had happened in that bathroom must have been too much. He needed to know what it was but he had promised her that he would never pry unless she expressly told him she needed his help solving her issues or if it happened again. His mind took him back to the number of times it had happened and that caused him to grind his teeth together, an attempt to stop himself from asking. His eyes kept darting towards her as she sat quietly in the passenger's sit with her eyes gazing out at the evening sun. He knew she couldn't even see it but he was willing to pretend. A day. He promised himself for a day he will not ask but after that, if I persisted he would ask.

She had requested him to lay out an outfit for her. The fact that she felt she needed a shower did not sit right with him. This was his woman and he knew her. He had known her since the time she had been disinherited and they had gone through so much together that he was willing to bet he knew her enough. He laid down a comfy Dera dress that he had purchased for her during one of his visits to the coasts of East Africa. He knew she needed comfort and that was one of the things that did that for her. He then busied himself in the kitchen trying to make something for her to have. He did not know what she would desire so he went for a sandwich and a glass of wine. She loved her wine and so he knew she would be on board. His primary focus was to make sure that for the next day she had the best environment to sort her mind out. He downed his glass in one go. It contained the self control he needed. He poured another and was about to down it when she walked into the living room in tiny lingerie that seemed to be stressing worrying about how to hold together all her scrumptious volume. He downed it too fast wanting to get his hands on her.

He watched her face and even though she looked haunted he could also see the desire in them. She wanted him. Whatever had happened she wanted him to erase it and he knew that was what he was going to do. He took out his phone from his pocket and cancelled the remainder of commitments he had for the day. He then took strides to where she stood at the entrance of the living area. As he looked at her bare face, no make up. Just her soft kissable lips an indulgence he couldn't wait to have. He licked his lips as desire ripped through his body. He leaned against the wall, trapping her between him and the door frame. His other hand came to her waist as he pulled her closer wanting desperately to feel her close to his body. He needed to convince himself that she was there regardless of whatever had happened. He had his eyes trained on her own and he could see, the doubts and trust swirl in an intoxicating dance. He knew that it had nothing to do with him but with her. Without a moment of hesitation he sealed his lips against hers wanting desperately to remind her that she didn't need to doubt herself at any point.

The way their tongues danced together, one accepting to be domineered upon was one thing that reminded him of the first time they kissed. It was as though heaven had come down for him and even at that moment it was the same. He could feel the sheer euphoria building up within him at the kiss that they were sharing. His hand left the wall and he leveraged himself to lift her and push her against the wall causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He deepened the kiss as she mewled into his mouth reminding him of just how much their close proximity affected her. He smiled into her mouth, loving how much she reacted to him. He ground himself against her warmth that was so close to him that he couldn't even control that little urge. He let himself loose him mind a little to the sensation of having her there. He let go of her lips and started kissing down her neck. He was faced with the primal need to mark every inch of her just to remind her that she had nothing to doubt about. He kissed and sucked on various part of her neck eliciting sighs and tiny moans that sounded like praise coming from her mouth. He placed his hands on her backside and lifted her carrying her to the couch, laying her carefully before standing back and admiring her. She looked like a virtuous painting right there on her own couch. The hunger in her eyes was evident even from how they were hooded with desire.

"I hope after you finish admiring me you'll feed me, coz I'm hungry darling." Based on the look in her eyes he had an inkling that she was not talking about the sandwiches that were resting a top the kitchen counter. It was the invitation that he needed. He quickly discarded his clothes before pulling down her nice panties and admiring her clean folds for a while before he decided that he was not patient enough to go for a taste. He wanted her, he needed her more that he had ever needed her in his life. He felt as though the only way he would be able to breath was if he was buried deep within her. He murmured an apology before he sank slowly into her warm wet folds, the sensation almost blinding him with pleasure. He closed his eyes trying to prevent himself from instantly letting his orgasm get the better of him. He wrapped his hands around her desperate to be one with her. He wanted to be so wrapped around her until she could feel him for days. He stayed locked without moving also waiting for her to adjust before her arms and legs wrapped around him prompting him to start moving.

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"Wanna tell me what that was all about?" He asked cautiously as they were having sandwiches while waiting for their pizza to be delivered. One thing that Uriah loved about his girl was the fact that she was not afraid of food. She had a healthy relationship with food. With their love making they had racked up quite the appetite and she had requested that he order them a pizza. He loved that they could eat to their fill without her feeling guilty or ashamed that she loved her meals. He watched her keenly as she swallowed what was in her mouth before bringing her eyes to meet his. This time, there was no doubt or the vacant look that he had noticed earlier. She looked happy and contented as if the whole world would burn and she would be safe and she was right. He would have to be ashes before he let any part fire so much as lick her clothes. He watched as her lips curved into a smile easing the doubts that had started to sprout within.

"I went to the bathroom and I found that I had accidentally gotten too wet and while I was trying to dry it off, some got on the dress. I was just worried that someone may have noticed about it. I wouldn't want people getting ideas." She explained simply and he could see how that would affect her. He also wouldn't want to walk around Infront of people with a hard on regardless of how much he wanted them to know that he was constantly desiring his woman. He understood her worry and somehow that eased the rest of the wariness that had started building. He gave her a smile. Taking her free hand into his, he softly ran his thumb over her soft skin in a caress. He felt his heart swell with love for this woman and somehow he found himself wondering if she would say yes a day like that if he decided that he wanted to spent life with her. He knew that they had grown over the years but he was sure so had the love they had for each other. He knew regardless of their busy schedules nothing stood a chance when it came to what they had for each other. He loved her and he knew she loved him.

"Babygirl, no one even noticed. I actually bought the story about it being a water stain." He said with a smile on his face. She gave him even a bigger one. This girl was going to to be the death of him. She took a the last bite of her sandwich and his eyes just couldn't leave her mouth . Those sweet plump lips that called unto him even when he thought that his hunger had been sated. The Dera made it even worse. There was something about the baggy dress that made it so that he desired her more. He wanted to stay and understand but as if on cue the door bell rang indicating that dinner had just arrived.