-45 Minutes Later-
Aleigha and Mitchell fell into a coma-like nap in the same position they had been in. She had never been made love to before. Sure, she'd been put in the missionary position, but clitoral stimulation with Gregory? Yeah right... Some nights, he'd never even make her cum. It was also about his pleasure. She'd have an orgasm and that was it. Having someone she'd plead to not stop? She didn't even know there was a more intense ending than an orgasm that until a personal wellness company she was contracted to sent her a gratis box containing luxury sexual wellness products.
Aleigha woke up panicky.
Aftercare, Aleigha are you crazy?!
She slid from underneath him doing her best to not wake him.
To not have drunk, she felt hungover but in a good way. Euphoric. Sore and exhausted. No wonder they said sex was the best exercise. She glanced over at her tv that was in sleep mode.
-11:11 PM-
She yawned, brushed her teeth, rinsed her face, peed then walked back to the bedroom where Mitchell laid on top of the covers snoring. She grabbed his arm and shook him softly.
"Mitchell? Mitchell, can you hear me love?"
"Wha-What's going on. Are you okay?" He jumped up with no hesitation.
"Yes" She giggled. "I'm about to draw a shower for us. Do you have a change of clothes, or should I wash the ones you came in?"
"Clothes, yes." He dropped his head back down before rolling over to sit up.
Someone's clearing a heavy sleeper.
He ran to his car quickly coming back in time to smell my mix of Moroccan Oil Ambre Noir and Carol's Daughter's Almond Cookie body washes. Aleigha welcomed him into the shower with open arms.
She washed him head to toe, he reciprocated. The kissed and held each other, while the hot steam made their skin soft and supple.
-11:46 PM-
Mitchell towel dried and looked around for his bag, he pulled out black lounge pants and underwear. Just before he slid the pants on, Aleigha called out to him.
"Uhhhmmm, what are you doing?"
Mitchell stood with his head turned in her direction looking down at the pants in his hand.
"Mitchell do you not plan on putting on lotion? Not being moisturized is crazy." She giggled warming her pink sugar scented mango butter between her palms.
"I put on lotion sometimes, just not before bed. There's no point!"
"What's that?" He looked into the yellow jar sitting on the vanity.
"It's called mango butter. Like shea butter?" He ran his finger through her palm and felt the texture on his digits.
"It has fragrance and oils mixed into it" She laughed. "It makes your skin so soft see?". She rubs it in to his skin
"Now I see why you always smell so good. Where do you get it?"
"The hair store."
"I've never seen this in the store ." Mitchell scrunched his face together.
His exes are definitely white. How did he go to an HBCU and end up so clueless. Poor tink.
"Have you been in a black hair store before? Like the hair stores that sell lipgloss and gold hoops on the register counter?" She giggled.
"Wait. Where your exes...us?" Aleigha asked.
Mitchell laughed, "By us, if you mean Black...no".
"I thought you went to an HBCU?"
"I did, trust me no one was checking for the brother getting a biology degree, at least not the ones without letters on his chest".
Aleigha released a laugh she was trying to trap, "you must've been mean. Good for me though, I'm glad there's not a whole roster that got what I was getting about an hour ago".
Mitchell smiled and winked going to brush his teeth.
Aleigha was putting her natural hair in four cornrows. She was half way down when her returned sitting on the bed.
"Mitchell?" He looked over warming mango butter in his hands. "Yes ma'am?"
She looked down putting a clasp-free ponytail holder on her braid. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About...You know, being what I deserved?"
"I meant every word." They shared a short glance. Aleigha finger detangled the rest of her hair and threw it in another cornrow. She slid her bonnet on and got into the bed. Mitchell joined her half an episode of Snapped later.
Papa found his way onto the bed onto Mitchell's stomach and then his stomach growls. "Sorry."
"Uhm...Are you hungry Mr. Whitmore?"
