The Marrying of ZIM

14. Naked.

This chapter is dedicated to oldsoul19

I was back home in my loving bed missing Kwashie, I didn't have to leave but I wanted to give us some space. I was over there every weekend. Even though we did nothing throughout the week we still stayed apart from each other just texting or talking over the phone even though she was one car ride
away from me.

This week was different though, the burning desire to have her in my arms made me invite Kwashie to stay at my house during the week for a full week of movies. I had took a long ass shower and shaved just because I knew she was coming. She would sleep in the same bed as me, we only slept in different rooms at her house because her mother didn't believe in sex before marriage.

I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper because I had a bad habit of stripping in my room and leaving the clothes on the floor where I stepped out of them. I fixed my dresser and cleaned up my vanity. Sharon had cleaned my bathroom already but she wasn't responsible for my room, that was all me. I hurriedly got dressed in comfortable judging clothes and jumped onto my bed like I just hadn't speed cleaned my room.

I heard a knock on the door and then Kwashie's head peeped in. I knew Sharon would lead her here, I got the message from her that she had arrived and that's why I stopped cleaning and was now lying in bed behaving like I was nice. I smiled at her and she stepped in with her duffle bag dropping it at the foot of my bed and climbing into bed with me.

"It's 12 midday, why is your room so dark?" She asked cuddling against me.

"Just how I like it," I said.

"It's so gloomy in here," she whispered.

"I don't call it my depression crevice for nothing," I gave her a wide smile but she didn't reciprocate it.

She climbed on top of me straddling my waist. No one was gonna burst through my doors because my room was private and my mother wasn't here. I grabbed onto her waist and looked up at her, the glow from the television didn't do much in illuminating her features but I could still see her.

"Can I make love to you?" She asked me.

"I'll always say yes to that," I sat up and she wrapped her legs around my waist and snaked her arms around my neck holding me tightly.

"Have I ever told you that you are my favorite person?" I asked her.

"You have and I love hearing you ask that question." She smiled.

Ever since I asked it the first time I confessed my feelings for her I've said it every day. I rubbed circles on her back and connected our lips feeling that explosive feeling I felt every time. Even though I could feel the strap that she always had on pressed against my stomach, I didn't mind. My mind knew what it knows and nothing would change that.

"Have you ever played music while having sex?" She asked me and I shook my head no.

"Do you have speakers in here?" She asked.

I nodded yes and pushed her off me so I could lead her to the dock. I pointed to it and she connected her phone. Gorilla by Bruno Mars started playing and my skin heated up.

"So we really doing this?" I asked her.

"Yes.." she made her way up to me stripping out of her clothes.

Oooh, I've got a body full of liquor and a cocaine kicker and I'm feeling like I'm thirty feet tall. So lay it down, lay it down.

Bruno Mars' voice echoed throughout my room and despite the AC blasting in the room, I felt hot under her gaze. She walked over to me and pushed my back onto my bed coming between my legs, again a new feeling I wasn't used to.