ChapterTwo
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Maya didn’t sleep that night.
She tossed. Turned. Hugged her pillow like it owed her closure.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. Leo. The man who cooked in her kitchen, looked into her soul, and then walked out like a well behaved demon sent to tempt and disappear.
“I want to kiss you. But I won’t.”
That sentence looped in her mind like a dirty song on repeat.
She wasn’t used to restraint. Nairobi men moved fast, faster than matatus in wrong lanes. Leo moved... differently. He flirted like it was foreplay. Spoke like he was undressing you with vocabulary.
And he left her wet without even touching her.
THE NEXT DAY – SUNDAY
She dragged herself to the couch wearing nothing but a tee and cotton panties. Hair in a loose puff. No bra. No shame.
Vanessa called on video.
“Babe, why do you look like you’ve just seen your soulmate and your sins at once?”
Maya groaned. “Because I might have.”
Vanessa smirked. “You let him hit?”
“No. Worse. He kissed me with his eyes and left.”
Vanessa leaned in. “You’re falling.”
“I am not...”
“You are. And I love this for you.”
“I’m not dating another man who thinks cooking equals intimacy.”
Vanessa laughed. “You’re scared.”
“I’m careful.”
“You’re turned on and in denial.”
Maya sipped her coffee. “Blocked.”
Vanessa blew a kiss. “Tell him I said hi... when he’s deep inside you.”
LATER THAT EVENING
It was raining. Light showers. The kind of weather Nairobi women say is for cuddling and questionable decisions.
Maya wore her robe loosely over the same tee from earlier. She was reading a book, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a f**k, and very much giving a f*ck about whether Leo would text.
Then he did.
Leo:
“I owe you dessert. Want me to bring it over?”
Her heart jumped before she could stop it.
Maya:
“What is it?”
Leo:
“Chocolate cake. Homemade. No poison.”
Maya:
“Come through. But don’t act like you own the place.”
Leo:
“Too late. I already dreamt about you in this robe.”
Her thighs clenched.
30 MINUTES LATER
He showed up in a black hoodie, holding a Tupperware of cake and two forks. No umbrella. Hair wet. Beard glistening.
“Hi,” he said, eyes scanning her bare legs.
Maya stepped aside. “Your cake better be worth this rain.”
“I’d walk through a storm to feed you,” he replied, walking in.
They sat on her couch. Cake between them. Netflix playing but ignored.
She took a bite. It was moist, rich, perfect. Like everything else about this man.
“So you cook, you bake, and you say things like ‘I want to kiss you’ and actually mean it?” she asked.
Leo leaned in, wiping a crumb from her lip with his thumb.
“I also finish what I start.”
Her breath hitched.
The silence was thick. His eyes dipped to her lips. Her robe was loose, barely covering her chest. Her n*****s pressed lightly against the fabric of her tee, visible, erect, wanting.
He reached up slowly and tucked a curl behind her ear. His thumb brushed her jaw.
And then... he kissed her.
This time, it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t safe. It was deep, possessive.
His tongue slipped between her lips like he belonged there. One hand gripped her thigh. The other cradled her jaw, angling her face perfectly.
She moaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His body pressed into hers, heat meeting heat.
He pulled back, lips brushing her ear. “Tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
Instead, she whispered, “Bedroom. Now.”
HER BEDROOM – NIGHT
Clothes scattered like confessions.
His hoodie hit the floor. Her robe slid off her shoulders.
She stood in her tee and panties, eyes wide, chest rising.
He kissed her neck, slow and wet, trailing down to her collarbone. Then lower.
His hands slid under her tee, lifting it, revealing bare skin, tight n*****s, a body trembling with want.
She raised her arms, letting him remove it completely. He stared.
“You’re stunning.”
She rolled her eyes. “Get on with it, chef boy.”
He chuckled, then kissed down her chest, sucking a n****e between his lips, swirling his tongue around it while teasing the other with his fingers. She arched, gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
He slid her panties down, kissing her hips, her inner thighs. She was already dripping.
He laid her back gently, spreading her legs, and looked up at her.
“I want to taste you.”
And then his tongue was on her.
Long licks. Slow circles. Focused pressure on her c**t. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her still as she writhed and moaned his name.
Her orgasm came fast, shuddering, back arched, thighs trembling.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept going. Two fingers inside her now, curling just right, tongue flicking. Another wave hit her. She grabbed his head, breathless, lost in it.
When he finally came up, his lips glistened. He kissed her slowly, letting her taste herself on him.
Then he stood, pulled off his boxers, revealing a hard, thick c**k. Her eyes widened.
“Still want me to stop?” he asked.
“Shut up and f**k me.”
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her. They both groaned, hers breathy, his low and deep.
He started to thrust. Gentle at first. Then harder. Deeper.
She matched him. Moaning, biting his shoulder, whispering his name like prayer.
“Right there,” she gasped.
He angled deeper. She clenched around him, close again. His pace grew rougher, more desperate. Their bodies slammed in perfect rhythm, wet sounds filling the room.
Her orgasm hit like thunder. She came with a cry, legs shaking.
He wasn’t done.
He flipped her onto all fours, pulling her hips back, slamming into her again. One hand on her lower back, the other in her hair.
“You feel like f*****g heaven,” he growled.
She pushed back into him, wild, panting, body on fire.
When he finally came, he pulled out, stroking himself over her ass, groaning her name as he spilled, breathless and shaking.
They collapsed together. Sweaty. Twisted in sheets.
AFTER
She lay on his chest, legs tangled.
“I should be offended,” she mumbled.
“Why?”
“Because that was so good, I forgot my name halfway through.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I moaned it enough for both of us.”
She smiled. Satisfied. Warm. Alive.
He kissed her forehead. “We’re not done. Not by a long shot.”
_Will this play continue or is it going to be a messy mistake???_
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