Peeling Back the Top Layer 🇯🇲

9| Satisfactory

When there is no movement, I brace for the worst, propping myself up on my elbows to see what's taking him so long. 

But I'm greeted with the sight of him masterfully stroking his erection and eyeing me seductively. He's confident, reminding me of back when we just met and he was in his prime.

"Yuh ready?" he asks.

A wave of relief courses through me. "Yeah," I tell him, freezing in place as he guides himself to my entrance and gently eases into me. "Yuh gi weh mi tings to no other man?" he asks as he works up a rhythm and the pace picks up.

I shake my head, indicating no. "Good," he says, driving into me harder, making me cry out. When did he get so possessive?

We change positions and he pushes deeper into me from behind, hitting my spot over and over again until tingles radiate through my body. A little bit longer and I would be creaming all over his cock but he cums and crumples on the bed beside me, breathing heavily. Yeah, it went by much quicker than I wanted. Maybe it's because we're both inebriated. At least he maintained his erection throughout.

The authors of romance novels always write about women having mind-blowing orgasms that have them squirting all over the place but that's something I'm yet to experience. In fact, many women don't ever get to that point. Although that has never been the case for me, I still enjoy sex, and the little action I got tonight will suffice. 

Steven seems quite satisfied though. I wake up mid-morning Sunday to breakfast in bed with him whisteling a happy tune and walking as proud as a peacock. "Good morning," he greets me between kisses on my cheeks. "Yuh wake up just in time for breakfast."

I can't help the gleam that forms in my eyes and the huge smile that grows on my face at how domesticated he looks right now. "Good morning handsome." The tray he places on the nightstand contains a plate with toast, scrambled eggs, and strips of bacon; a cup of mint tea; and a glass of apple juice. 

"Thank you," I grin, taking the fork and digging in.

It's not my usual Sunday morning breakfast but it is satisfactory. I normally cook either callaloo, ackee, or cabbage with saltfish and fry dumplings or do a pot of boiled food. But because Steven cyaa cook a pure egg, bacon and sausage him fry up.

He stays until about 10:30 am when he heads home to get dressed for midday service at his mother's church, leaving behind a sink full of the dishes, pots, and utensils he used to prepare breakfast. Tidying up this mess adds to my Sunday routine of cleaning the house, cooking the traditional rice and peas, and prepping my work outfits for the week ahead. 

By 9:00 pm I'm curled up in bed, exhausted and ready to call it a night. The early bedtime revives me and I get to work early Monday morning with more than a pep in my step.

"Is how you one so happy this morning?" Miss Jay queries as I approach her desk.

"Good morning Miss Jay! It's just a beautiful day," I grin. She gives me a knowing look, almost like she can tell the precise source of my buoyancy. I wink at her before we both erupt in lighthearted laughter and carry on with our day.

Her suspicions are confirmed when Steven has a gift for me delivered to the office. I find the package at my desk after our morning meeting, which by the way, was a little better than normal. My manager is so pleased with the efforts of the team that he announced an increase in our salaries. Mi nuh see how mi day can go wrong from yah so.

Matter of fact, Monday sets the mood for the next two weeks and my boyfriend keeps finding ways to make me feel like a schoolgirl in love. He's also living up to his promise of "keeping up with me" because he has been staying stronger and longer in bed.

My only concern is his constant need to fuck me doggy style. Mi knee cap dem soon rub out. Him a gwaan like no other position nuh exist. I'll be accompanying him to an award function this Friday and spending the rest of the weekend with him. If him ask fi backas one more time  mi a go mek him know seh it too much now.

I'm pulled out of my musing when my phone chimes with a new message from Chaunard. We exchanged phone numbers Monday afternoon after he invited me to a surprise birthday party he and his sister are planning for Miss Jay.

Since then, I've discovered through our interactions that he's quite friendly and has a sense of humor, something I would never have guessed by just looking at him. We have both been reacting to each other's status updates and sharing funny memes and videos over the last few days.

Chaunard: Hey Kelsie

Chaunard: We pushed back the party to 5 o'clock because some of the family coming from Clarendon and they want to reach back home before it too late.

Me: Kk. You guys need anything?

Chaunard: No man. Everything good.

Me: Oh... Is it okay if I bring a friend?

Chaunard: Yea man. No man though. Enough a go deh deh 😉

Me: Funny 🙄....it's a female friend so nuh hurt up yuh head

Chaunard: Alright...see you next week then. And please be on time.

Me: Bye! ✌️

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For Steven's work event, I'm wearing a jade-color satin wrap dress that stops just above my knee. It is draped in the front, hugging my hips perfectly, and has a thigh-high split. My b-cup boobs aren't too exposed despite the spaghetti shoulder straps and deep v neckline. Another plus to having small breasts is that I can go without a bra so the dress being backless is no bother.

I complete my look with gold jewelry, a clear purse with a gold chain strap, and clear, strappy heels. My hair is loosely curled with a curling wand, making my brown highlights more visible than usual as the curly tresses fall nicely to the sides of my face.

Steven arrives at my door shortly after 7:00 pm, just as I finish applying the finishing touches to makeup and some red lipstick.

"You look lovely," he compliments.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." I scan him from head to toe, taking in his blue suit that's tailored to perfection. It sits nicely on his body.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek lightly before taking my overnight back and leading me to the car. It doesn't take long for us to get to the venue but he seems slightly rattled, which I find odd. He's not up for an award nor is he scheduled to speak.

"Is everything okay?" I ask when we're walking up to the building.

"Yeah. Sure. Why?"

"You look nervous."

He dismisses my concern, shaking his head no, and rests his palm on the small of my back, guiding me through the doors. As the night progresses, he seems to relax, and the hint of nervousness that surfaced earlier fades. In its place, impassiveness comes to the fore, giving room for even more concern.

I keep a close eye on him as the award recipients are announced and he's so distracted by whatever is bothering his mind that he doesn't even notice me staring. 

Within an hour, the guests are all moving about, securing refreshments and mingling. Thankfully too, because when the awards segment ends, Steven loosens up and is more like his usual self. He introduces me to a few of his colleagues, some of them older, some younger but most of whom are very polite and friendly.

However, the shrimpy paralegal from his office named Michael Brown, who was one of the award recipients, seems to dislike me at first sight. Even out of heels I would still be taller than him and I am only 5 feet 8 inches tall. 

Not to mention that he's so skinny that he makes my size 6 body appear fat next to him. His ill-fitting black suit hangs loosely from his body and does nothing but hide his skinny frame.

Heck, he's borderline malnourished.

And he's here attacking me, a complete stranger to him who is also a guest at his company's function. 

About eight of us sit at a table conversing yet Michael goes out of his way trying to engage me in dialogue only to make snarky comments under his breath and ask probing questions like this is an interrogation. Di bitch mek mi waa fight him!