Poseidon's pitchfork

I shrank when I heard his voice. I immediately became wet down South. His voice... His voice was like melted chocolate pouring down on a rocky road ice cream.

Me: Hi Daylay

Bamidele: Inés?

Me: Yes. It's... It's Inés from earlier.

Bamidele: You called. I was afraid that you never would. I'm glad to hear from you.

Me: So, I am on my way to eat. Are you still at work? Can you join me?

Bamidele: Oh beautiful lady! I am still on duty. But if you give me an address, I can pass by your place after I call it a day at about ... 11pm? Is that okay.

My mind starts to riot. I did not have enough willpower to say no. 'I just met you and you already want to start spending the night at my house? I mean... helloooooo.... I just met you. Who do you think you are?'

Bamidele: Hello Inés, are you there? Do not worry. I was not thinking of staying over. That would totally be inappropriate. You only just met me.

Me: (How did he know what I was thinking? Is this African voodoo thing real?) Oh! I....I...I was not thinking that.

Bamidele: It's okay Inés. It's best for you to stay safe and we will take whatever this fire is slowly. Where are you going to eat anyway?

Me: (He is so sweet. Such a gentleman. I should have sought this job since. hahaha) Well, my go-to-girl gave me the address of a Mexican restaurant somewhere on Ah-dee-mow-lah...

Bamidele bursts into laughter while I try to pronounce the hard Nigerian name.

Bamidele: Hahahahahahahahaha. Oh sweet Inés, it actually is pronounced Ah-day-moh-lah. I have a lot to teach you. Hahahahaha.

Me: Hahahaha! What does a foreigner know? Don't laugh at me. hahahaha. You really do have to teach me so that more people do not laugh at me like you are doing right now.

Bamidele: Yeah, sure. I will make sure to put you in my daily schedule. I'll save your number and...

I hear a voice of a female in the background saying "Bamidele of life. Our ladies man. Did you get me what I asked for?"

I felt so dejected. I wanted to jump into the phone and beat whoever that was silly.

Me: Is... is that your girlfriend?

Bamidele: Hahahahaha. Girlfriend? I'm very single but I met someone earlier on whom I want to marry already. She's a beautiful latina goddess.

Me: (I blushed so much that my cheeks felt like they were on fire) Hahahaha! Okay. She sounds friendly. I have arrived at the restaurant. Call me when you are off from work. But in the meantime, I will send you the address. Talk to you later.

Bamidele: Bye my sweet thing.

I could feel my Southside throbbing from the sweet words he said. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad and as fast as possible. It was only 6pm. It would be a very long 5 hours.

I walked into the restaurant with Dele on my mind then ordered some tacos, chilaquiles and a virgin pina colada.

When I had finished eating, I headed back home with some other dishes I had ordered to take home with me.

Back to my apartment, I looked at the time and only an hour and a half had gone by. I just wanted to see my handsome hunk again.

To kill time, I put all my clothes in the wardrobe, the shoes on the rack, my toiletries where there were supposed to be and only thirty minutes had gone by. Then I picked my phone and started playing candy crush. Before I knew it, I had slept off.

I dreamed that Bamidele and I got married and had 11 children; 6 boys and 5 girls. The girls were beautiful like me while the boys looked exactly as handsome as Bamidele. Although my eldest son whom I dreamed his name was Castillo had long curly hair that hung below his ears. He looked like a footballer. Come on, don't laugh at me, I am allowed to have nice dreams.

*knock knock*

I jumped up and ran to the door then flung it open without even checking who it was.

*gbap*

The door hit Bamidele's forehead and the wine he had in his hand fell and broke straight away.

I didn't notice it till he pointed it out though.

I held his head then used the other palm to rub on his forehead. He stared at me all through my worry. His gaze pierced through my soul like Poseidon's pitchfork hitting its target. I did not even realise that I had stopped rubbing on his forehead. I had frozen again and was staring back at him. Anybody could feel and see the desire flying around like fireworks.

Then his hands slid up my thighs over my dress all the way to my buttocks which caused me to shudder. I knew I was finished but I wanted to be finished.

He then pulled closer and placed his head on my chest as I was standing at the doorway which had a higher platform. His hand then strolled up my back and he hugged me tight as if to say "I am tired".

I pulled away, took his hand and brought him in.

He turned me around and hugged me again. He then made me sit down then he knelt in front of me and rested his head on me.

I felt at peace at that moment. I knew I wanted this man. I wanted to take care of him and be his everything. I wanted to marry him and have his babies.

I did not realise when I slept off nor that I was in my bed.

It was 1 am and I was in bed laying on Dele's chest.

His rock hard abs were so attractive. He definitely worked out to be in such good shape. He was laying there peacefully. He seemed like a man that walked right out of a painting.

Nothing happened but it was perfect and better than the orgasm I wanted.

Until I noticed him cringe as if he was having a bad dream.

He said...