Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Seventeen

Three loud raps on the door shook me from that place in between sleep and being awake. I rubbed at my eyes, sitting up. When my eyes found the wall clock, I was surprised someone was knocking at that time. The knock came again causing me to grumble. After a few seconds of wishing for the person to go, I got up when the knock came yet again.

Demola stood outside my door dressed in joggers and a t-shirt and he looked excited.

"It's two in the morning, Demola. What are you doing here?" I frowned at him then scratched my eyes.

"NK is having the baby. Your uncle just left for the hospital."

"Oh my God," I squealed. "What hospital? Can we go?" I moved past him but Demola tugged me back, an annoying smile on his face.

"Where are you going?" he asked, the smile widening as I frowned at him.

"The hospital nau. Is that not why you came to wake me?"

"In just a t-shirt?" He pulled me closer, his fingers creeping under the shirt to where I was bare. "That would be a bad idea." Demola squeezed my ass, his lips coming so close to mine. Just being close to him was such a distraction. I always found myself in a state of need whenever he was around.

"Let me change." I tried to pull away but his hands still held me, bringing our fronts together. He was deliciously hard against my body and I found myself pushing into him, needing that contact.

"I think we can spare an hour or two. There's no point sitting in a waiting room when we could be doing so many things. I'm sure they don't even expect us to be there."

"Many things like what?" My voice sounded so decadent, even to my ears. He was like a drug that gave me instant high whenever he was in my proximity. I was unable to stop myself.

"Many dirty and nasty things, baby. Ones that I'm sure you would enjoy."

"Mmm." I pushed up on my toes and kissed him, wrapping my hands around his neck and pushing my fingers into his hair. He wasted no time in kissing me, moving us into the room and then he lifted me. I let out a moan when he pressed me against the door and my legs immediately wrapped around his waist. "yes," I cried out as he began to rock against my heated center, the front of his joggers getting increasingly wet.

"I love the way you always feel against me," he muttered as he peppered my skin with kisses. My shirt was gone already, when? I had no idea. All I could think about was how he made me feel.

Demola squeezed my nipples before taking one in his mouth. He continued to toy with the other as he sucked and licked the erect nub. I could already see myself coming if he kept at this. Moans and cries were falling freely from my lips, I let it. We were home alone and I couldn't be bothered to rein in what he made me feel.

"Hang on tight," he said, his hands leaving me. The only thing supporting me was his upper body pinning me against the wall. I immediately began to pray and hope that he wouldn't drop me on my ass, that would be a sure way to spoil the current mood.

I watched him push his shorts down with one hand and then he was wearing a condom. The move was so fast that I questioned just how many times he'd done this to be so good at it. Although it pricked me that he must have been with a lot of people before me, I didn't let the thought longer too much, deciding to focus on the positives which I was about to enjoy.

Before my mind could wander any further, Demola was filling me. He pushed in completely, stretching me in ways that had me purring like a satisfied cat.

"I love how you take my dick," he grunted, beginning to move inside me. His hands that were now back on my waist tightened. Demola pulled out slightly and then slammed back in.

I threw my head back, wondering if it could get any better than this. I could die from this, I decided and it would be a worthy death. He kissed my throat, biting and licking while he fucked me. I felt drunk, delirious even and when I came, it was so beautiful and so hard that I could swear I saw stars. Demola followed after, letting out a loud curse before he stilled in me.

We stayed like that for a while, his hands still holding me pressed against the wall and his not so erect penis inside me. Finally, Demola pulled out, and then he slowly set me on my foot.  He stayed in front of me, his gaze hot on my skin. I leaned against the wall, half afraid I would collapse if I made sudden moves.  He tugged off the condom, tying it in a knot before walking off. I heard the toilet flush and then the tap started running.

I should probably fix myself up, I thought, but my legs felt like jelly and the wall seemed so comfortable. When he returned, a small smile on his lips, I considered pouncing on him. The man made me feral and always put me in a position where I constantly needed him. He came to me, placing a kiss on my forehead before he picked me up in his arms.

"You don't have to carry me," I grumbled.

"You look like you can't move right now." He carried us to the bathroom and then set me under the shower which he turned on. I stood in his arms, letting him bathe me.

When he finished and carried me out, I giggled. It would be so easy to get used to being treated like this. Even though I told myself not to do it, I imagined Demola was mine and that we were allowed to do this everyday. Maybe he'd hit something inside me, but I accepted the fact that I cared so much for him. It was probably more than that though, I might even love him. But right now, I couldn't be bothered to worry about my feelings.

My eyes were closing when he laid down beside me after towelling off my body. We were both naked and the feel of his warm skin soothed me.

"You can sleep," Demola said to me after I battled a yawn. "We can go when it's bright outside."

"Are you sure that's okay?" I yawned again.

"Yes baby, just sleep."

"Okay." I closed my eyes, reveling in how he held me tight to him, as if I meant something to him. Demola said something too low for me to hear, and when I asked him what it was, he asked me to sleep.

And so I slept. When I awoke, it was much brighter in the room and he was still wrapped up around me. I felt so relaxed and could swear that sleeping in Demola's arms was the best rest I'd ever had.

"Morning sleepy head," he greeted. His morning voice almost had me squealing but I controlled myself. There was no need to act like an insane woman, even if the man was driving me mad.

"Good morning, what time is it?"

"Just past eight." He freed me from his embrace and stretched out. We'd both slept naked and while he still looked sleepy, a certain part of him looked like it had been up for a while. Demola stood up and began walking around my room with zero shame.

I tried really hard to pull my eyes from his body, but the hoe in me refused. He took his time grabbing his shorts and then pulled it on. "Enjoying the show?"

I shook my head, finally able to look away.

"It's fine, I'm enjoying it too." His gaze dipped and I looked down to see my chest was completely uncovered.

I immediately tugged the blanket over my breast, finding it hard to swallow.

"I'll get breakfast, freshen up and come downstairs. We'll leave for the hospital by nine."

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I think there are only three chapters left and that's why I've been reluctant to write. I'm not ready to say goodbye to this duo.

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