Page 28 of Two’s Better

At my room door, which was the very first door on the right after the landing, I turned around. My heart was pounding giddily. I truly felt like a girl coming back from her very first date with her handsome crush, the night already rendered perfect just because we were together. Bernice was out with her other friends, and Fiona was hanging out with Tamara and Ezra, so I didn’t have to worry about my housemates coming upon me and Uzezi in this obviously compromising situation.

Uzezi dropped my flowers on the floor in the corner. Then he stepped right up to me, encouraging me to move a step backward until my back was resting against my door. His hands went around my waist, tugging firmly until my lower body was pressed firmly to his. My pussy warmed.

“Fure, baby.”

My pussy thrummed harder, the hungry bitch.

“Yes, Uzi, baby?” I answered breathlessly. Oh God. Was our fun, little call and response about to start sounding filthy?

“How did you enjoy our date?”

“Shall I rate you from one to ten?” I asked playfully, sliding my hands up his broad chest until I had them around his neck. He was almost a foot taller than me, so he had to lean down a little so our embrace was more comfortable.

It meant his forehead was almost brushing against mine when he answered, “If you must,” equally as playfully. His eyes kept bouncing between my eyes and my lips. My lips felt tingly. Sensitive. Needy.

“Ten out of ten, would date again.”

He laughed huskily. “Thank you for the honest feedback; I’ll make sure it stays that way.” I giggled. “Now that that’s out of the way, there’s something I’ve been dying to ask you all night.”

“Oh?”

His left hand slid down from around my waist to my hip. “When you put this dress on, were you thinking about how it was going to drive me absolutely wild?”

I subtly pressed my thighs together, trying not to breathe too heavily. “Honestly, I was only hoping when I sent you the colour scheme that we’d match.” He chuckled. “But ... just for ... research purposes, how exactly is it driving you wild?”

He locked his eyes with mine as his left hand dipped down, the tips of his fingers finding the top of the slit in the skirt. I couldn’t breathe, could hear nothing but my pounding heart. His warm hand wrapped around the outside of my bare thigh, then stroked upward, slowly, like he was either waiting for me to stop him or, more likely, he was trying to fucking torture me.

When I didn’t stop him, he continued moving his hand, still underneath my dress, until he was grabbing a handful of my ass. I could literally feel my panties growing damp.

“Been thinking about doing that all night,” he admitted, voice rough. Like he wanted to remind himself where his hand was, he gave my ass a firm squeeze. “I could get on my knees right now,” he continued, still in that low, raspy, sexy as sin voice. “Or just push your dress up a little higher. Get my fingers on your sweet pussy. I bet you’re wet as fuck.”

“Uzi,” I gasped, both extremely turned on and absolutely mortified.

He grinned, cocky and unapologetic, and I was swooning before he’d even leaned down to capture my mouth with his. I arched wantonly against him, moaning into the kiss. It was hard and rough and desperate, both of us panting into each other’s mouths.

“Ofure, give me your tongue,” he commanded after a few moments, and I practically short-circuited.

I shyly slid my tongue between his lips, and he sucked it into his mouth. I keened, rolling my hips needily against his. Hand still squeezing my ass, he adjusted our positions until he had one thick thigh pressed between mine, pushed up right where I needed it.

I cried out into his mouth, nails digging into his back, my hips jolting forward. Holy shit, it felt like I’d actually come, just from that. I rocked against his leg, shuddering with each grind of my hips, my clit so needy and sensitive each stroke felt like touching a livewire. My underwear shifted with each movement, too, adding to the sensation; I was so fucking wet.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He panted into my mouth, still kissing me, while he ground his dick, hot and hard and thick, into my hip, the movement of his hips just as frantic and uncoordinated as mine. “Let me feel you take what you want.”

It’d probably take the world ending for me to stop at this point. He was also still squeezing my ass, practically massaging it, encouraging the rolling of my hips, his other hand cupping the back of my neck, holding me firmly to his hungry mouth.

I was going to come. Just like this. Fuck. Fuck. I was going to come.

He jerked away from me so abruptly I stumbled. I made a low, pitiful noise, reaching out to try and grab him back. Then I heard the sound of the front door coming open.

Uzezi was already opening my room door behind me, grabbing my flowers and shoving me inside before I could react. He closed my door gently, quietly, and we both held our breaths.

We waited a few beats. I didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs, which meant it must’ve been Bernice; her room was the one downstairs.

Fuck. That was close.

We looked at each other, then burst into quiet laughter. He walked up to my desk and dropped my flowers on it, then scrubbed a hand over his face, his expression still light with amusement.

“Guess that’s my cue.” I shivered helplessly. His voice was still gritty.