I'm Here | BWBM

CH 5.

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Uma's POV

As we stood in the shower, Ziko wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me close as he lowered his head to plant another soft kiss on my lips. The warmth of his big juicy lips felt almost the same as the heat of the shower. 

I love long showers because it always relaxes me after a long day, and if my future looked anything like this moment, I won't be complaining. I lost count of how many times Ziko kissed me after we had sex and with each one I felt a slight bit of withdrawal waiting for the next one.

Meeting a man like Ziko was not on my bingo card. When he told me about his late wife earlier, I was in awe of how highly he spoke of her and all of their beautiful memories. Their love story sounded a lot like the same love my grandparents have. 

I love the idea of love and always wished that I could have it. Maybe I will be with Ziko. Who knows. If he wants to talk about his late wife, his passion for photography, or anything else, I'd listen. I love to let people express themselves around me.

Maybe it's the wonder of how psychology works? Or how people carry their memories differently and even when they retell it is just too beautiful to be in the room and be a part of it. If I had my parents in my life, I wonder what stories they would have told. 

What was the craziest thing they ever done? What was the moment in their life that defined them forever? Did they ever reach rock bottom and how did they get out of it? How did they cope when they lost something close to them? For my grandparents, they poured their love into me and Daisha. Equally. 

No cousin was loved more than the other. Which is why her betrayal actually hurt me. I got drunk and cried all last night, but the last thing I expected earlier was to cry hard all over again in Ziko's arms.

Any other man would have said some shit along the lines of "Ah don't do all that crying na. I can't take it. Why are you crying?" As if it wasn't fucking obvious that my damn feelings were hurt. But Ziko wasn't just another man. Especially with that heavy muhfucka he was swinging between his legs.

Whew. I guess you can say I'm grateful that he let me have my moment to be vulnerable. I really appreciate him for it because now, I've been dicked down, about to eat after he gets done running his soapy hands all over my body. 

Ziko traced the curve of my hips, the small of my back, and took his time with my breasts. As far as I can tell he's in love with them and I almost wanted to tell him that I considered getting them reduced so I can give my back a break, permanently. 

But I didn't want to bring it up when I already decided that I was going to keep my twins and be merry. Ziko's lips found mine again and I pressed my front to his, holding his face in my hands to deepen our kiss then suddenly...

Smack! This nigga just slapped the hell out of my right ass cheek. The loud smack echoed of the bathroom tiles and I yelped. "Ziko! Why did you do that!" I whined. "That really hurt," I pouted.

He rubbed the sting away instantly. It didn't actually hurt, I actually kind of liked it but it was one hell of a way to pull me out of my thoughts. I'm more startled by it than anything but now I have to play this game I'm trying to sell.

"Yeah okay." He nodded his head with a slight chuckle. "I love how big this ass is. These pretty ass twins, and the taste of you in my mouth Uma. How you carry these with no bra on tho? It's the first thing I noticed," he smirked.

I was trying to suppress the smile that tugged at my lips and keep a frown. I'm glad he loves my body. I do. I worked for it and even before I still loved it. I stared at him with a playful scowl as long as I could and gave in.