Make It Rain

SIX

There was a short fine roar that came from the car engine just before it was switched off. Shola stepped out of her slick Mercedes, finally arriving home. The sitting room was neat and well organised. It was quiet, too quiet, but the clicking sounds of her high heels were loud enough to break the silence of the sitting room.

"Jumie!" her beautiful high pitched voice run across the house.

"Jumie?!" she called again. Her voice echoed, bouncing off the walls, begging for a response. There was none.

She wondered where her dad or Jumie could have gone. The house was usually empty but never this much.

"Oh!" she remembered. Daddy had already left for Abuja for a meeting.

Mr. Joel was extremely busy and only managed to make up time for his daughter every once in a while. At the beginning of every month, he would take a routine check on all his investments. Even though he had people in charge of that, he always made sure he did some himself just to be sure.

Once again it was just her at home, lonely, again. She was reminded of her emptiness. Jumie might have been able to help her forget. But where was she?

Should she call Samuel?
Not a chance.

After bailing out on him and not talking to him for so long, Samuel probably wouldn't want anything to do with her again. She only had work now to keep her company. She pulled out her tab on her way up to her room.

Sitting in her room, she had her back crooked, eyes stuck to her computer and ready to work. After a couple of hours she was beat, her neck sore, fingers in need of rest and her eyes had probably gotten all red. Now she would definitely sleep instantly without any thoughts running through her mind first.

"Ah!" A sigh of relief as she laid on her soft bed. Her body sunk deep into the mattress, lying flat on her stomach with her eyes closed. She was tired, still she couldn't sleep. Her soul yearned for something.

What's this feeling?

She turned
She tossed
She rolled

Her shoulder begun to ache after lying on it for too long, forcing her to lie on her stomach again. After all it was her preferred position. Her neck pain morphed into a head ache. Everything was a mess and now sleep wouldn't come. It's been the same thing for two weeks.

There was a sudden sound from the living room.

Who is it?

Before she could get up and check, she felt a weight pressing against her back. She tried to move but was locked between his strong thighs. Her breath became fast but it was weak.
He swept her hair from the back of her neck, licking her neck gently. The feeling was forced but it was pleasant.

Shouldn't she struggle?

Her nose flared up as his scent got even clearer to her.

I recognize this scent... is it...?

No, she couldn't tell, and she was too weak to turn and see who it was either.
His hand rubbed on her back, down to her waist and even lower. Massaging her lower back gently. Not that she needed any massaging, but the sensation was strong and pleasant that she felt a constriction in her genital. He grabbed on to her pant, pulling it down slowly.

"What are you...?" Unable to complete as she was more aroused by soft touches his lips laid on her neck.

"Oh!" she moaned softly.

A soft touch on her clit came afterwards, sending shock waves all over her body, even more to her brain.

The sensation got even stronger and more pleasant as he rubbed more on her clit.