URIAH

The presence of affection in his woman's voice was evident whenever they spoke but he still found it hard to believe that no one else had her attention. What made him lose the skepticism was the fact that whenever they were around each other the sparks were undeniable. Her attention never faltered and she made him believe that she was his and his alone, no sharing. Business was booming and her company was at the top of it seeing as many people now wanted events planned. If not for anything else, he was proud of her for making something out of nothing. His image when he first saw her and what she had become just served to show him that she was the perfect woman. He smiled as he looked at their photo that sat on his desk, a constant reminder of the woman who had taken his heart captive. His mind had been wandering for most part of the day since the moment that they had talked on the phone and she had made that small promise. If only she knew how much she affected him, yet she kept on being a tease.

Deciding he could not work much longer he stopped the music that was playing from his computer and shut it down. He knew that he needed to be ready for her when she came over. Standing up from his position proved to him that he did not need much of preparation as his trouser was already tight enough. A smile broke again from his lips. He walked to the small mini fridge he had in his office and decided to indulge himself in a cooling bottle of water. If he was going to walk out of his office that early in the afternoon, at least not with a notable hard on. Satisfied he made his way to the recording studio to get a feel of what they were doing before he decided to leave. His mid was clouded by all the things that could possibly go right with his woman that he almost forgot to get some take out for them. He knew how to cook but that was not a thing that he enjoyed. His woman on the other hand would probably burn the whole house down if she ever tried cooking. He knew this by experience.

Decota, his woman, the love of his life deserved everything nice and he was determined to give her just that. He was determined to make sure that he would never see her in the same situation he had seen her in the first time they met. The pride radiated off him in deep waves as he thought of how she had singly built her company from scratch with her own hard earned money. He still remembered it. Yet one thing stood out for him, she was the type of woman that he had always wanted. As he arranged a fort in his living room he knew for sure that he was going to do anything to make sure that his girl was okay. He put in some snacks and glasses of wine before throwing in a few toys to make their night enjoyable. His mind immediately started painting the images of what would happen over that night and the delicious feeling spread through his body to show elsewhere. He needed to tame himself for a moment. He knew he had a whole week with her and that made it even more difficult to control himself. He wanted her more and more every other day. He walked away to his kitchen and got a glass of water. He needed it after what his mind was driving him towards.

He tried focusing on other things like the day he met her. The moment he was at his lowest and she was even worse off. He still remembered her disheveled hair that was scattered everywhere with pieces of dirt on it. He still remembered her outfit that looked worn out even though it was clean. It was so funny that even though she had been dirty and all she did not smell dirty, it was as if she had made an effort to clean up even if just a little. The moment he had seen her he had known she was a special girl even though he could not point out how.

He filed his glass again wanting to calm his ranging feelings. He had no business now dwelling on the past as it was just that. It was history and he was determined to make sure it never repeated itself again. He was determined to make sure that they both got to a good place in their lives. A more comfortable place in their lives.

He downed the contents of the glass before he made his way to his bedroom. He needed to freshen up. He wanted to smell nice for her. He still remembered that there was a time that affording a perfume was a difficult matter but the heavens had looked upon him with favor and he could smell as he prefered.

He lay out his boxer shorts and a vest and also a skimpy lingerie set for his woman since he was sure she'd freshen up once she got there. He then took his time scrubbing and washing every bit of his body. Something about taking a shower with such luxury reminded him of the whole while that they could only afford taking one short shower in a week. It seemed like a whole century ago yet he knew that was not the case. He felt appreciative of the gifts that he was receiving at that point of life and he was determined to even make things better. He turned the faucet off and walked out of the bathroom only to almost knock down something- someone. The short 5'1 woman almost fell backwards had he not steadied her quickly. He looked into her brown eyes as they held him captive.

"Baby, you came in a bit early." He commented not letting go of her but instead hugging her close to himself and feeling the excitement start to bre from his insides. He kissed her softly on the lips against what every fiber in his body was telling him to. He pulled back and licked his lips not wanting to waste any of the sweet nectar she had left on them. He made no effort to let go and she also did not pull away from him. It was so comforting just being in each others arms.

"Apparently a bit too late to hop into the shower with you." She flirted with a smile on her face and a mischievous glint in her eye. He knew she knew what she was trying to do and he did not stop her. He smiled a little before he noticed that she was almost fully naked infront of him. He took his sweet time taking in her form that was only clad in matching underwear. Her curves shone brightly and he took his time dragging his hands from where they were resting on her behind to hold on to her love handles. That little action caused the blood to accumulate on one area of his body and her chuckle proved that she had felt it.

"I can still shower again. You can never shower too much now can you?" He spoke before he bent and took her lips to his again determined to show her that the shower could wait. Consumed by desire he picked her up and held her even closer to his naked form determined to make sure that there the only separation between then would be the skin they both wore. She returned it with equal fervor before it all stopped as though it was a light switch that could be turned on or off as she pleased. He was a bit disappointed when her lips parted from his but he put a leash on his desire.

"I need that shower loverboy." She spoke as she tried to push him away. He carefully placed her on the floor, kissing her forehead before he walked away from her. He did not bother towelling himself dry but he instead threw on his clothes and walked out of the room. There was no telling how long it would take before his desire stopped obeying him but he was hoping to get through at least half of the movie with a little teasing here and there. He went to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water again. If anything more trips that night would be to the washroom than any other place. He wanted to make sure that he did not exalt his desires on her but instead take things at her pace. He needed to learn that she had to come before him. It had been years and that was something that he was still learning. He settled in the living room as he unpacked their dinner to make it look presentable when he heard her voice from the entrance.

"So where were we?"