⚠️⚠️EXPLICIT CONTENT UP AHEAD⚠️⚠️ I'M SERIOUS 🤨

I took my heels off by the door and walked to the kitchen to set my purse and jacket on the counter. I got out two ibuprofens and washed it down with some water in hopes that the medicine would get rid of my headache. I then shuffled over to my purse when my phone started buzzing from inside it. It was a text from Cairo.

Cairo: Hey, you home?

Me: Yea. Why?

Cairo: I'm outside

I looked up right as the doorbell went off. I maneuvered around the counter and made my way over to the door. Even though I knew who it was, I still looked through the peephole.

"Wow, thanks for the heads up," I stated sarcastically as I opened the door.

"I know you be busy. And I wanted to see you before it got too late and you went to bed."

"I actually just got home," I said.

"I see. You look beautiful," Cairo said.

I stepped to the side to let him in. I then closed the door and locked it as Cairo started removing his shoes. I turned to walk back to the kitchen when he pulled me into his chest.

"You should've told me you were coming," I said.

"I did," he teased, turning me around to face him.

"If I had told you in advance you would've gave me every excuse not to come," he said lifting my chin.

"You look beautiful," he repeated.

"Thank you," I mumbled before awkwardly pulling away.

"Asha—"

"I'm about to go take a shower," I cut him off.

"Can we talk first?"

"You can make yourself comfortable until I get back," I ignored his question and scurried off to my room. The first thing I did when I got upstairs was take down my hair. The ponytail was so damn tight that it was giving me a headache. I threw the extensions in the trash and spent the next few minutes massaging my scalp.

When I was done, I removed my dress. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be since the neckline was so damn tight, but I eventually freed myself from the thick material and dropped the dress on the floor.

"You really cutting me off?" Cairo spoke up from the doorway. I paused for a second before removing my bra and thong.

"We already talked about this yesterday," I said.

"No, you talked about it. I barely said a thing." I turned on the shower and waited a few seconds.

"So that's why you really came here—to confront me?"

"I came here because of that little speech you gave yesterday. You can't just say you're done and then end the conversation without giving me a chance to speak. I thought we was on good terms."

"Can't this wait until I get out the shower?"

"No," he said removing his clothes.

"Cairo," I held my hand up to stop him. His presence alone was enough to make me weak in the knees; that's why I called myself trying to explain my feelings over the phone yesterday. If he gets in the shower with me, we won't be doing much of any talking.

"I'll keep my hands to myself," he said. Choosing not to argue with him, I stepped into the shower.

"Fine, but stay over there," I frowned as he got in. I eyed him for a moment before closing my eyes and stepping back into the water. I took my time washing my hair—doing two rounds of shampoo before applying some conditioner and letting it sit. When I turned to reach for my rag, I could suddenly feel Cairo behind me.

I gulped and lathered some soap onto my rag. I then started washing up, facing away from him. And every so often when I would bend slightly to wash my legs or reach for my feet, I would brush up against the front of him. I tried my best to seem unfazed, but he knew what he was doing.

"Can you wash my back?" I handed him the rag, and he did as I asked. When he was done, I rinsed off my body and then turned to rinse out the conditioner. I gasped when I opened my eyes and Cairo was super close to me; not even an inch was separating us.

"Cairo—"

"Tell me what I did and I'll fix it," he said. I moved from under the shower head and squeezed the excess water out of my hair.

"Asha, I'm serious."

"I know, I just...you didn't do anything."

"Then explain to me what's wrong because I can't read your mind."

"You just...you confuse me, that's all," I mumbled.

"How?" This might sound shitty, but I wanted to avoid having this conversation in person because it was much easier for me to keep my emotions in check over the phone. I wanted to avoid the awkwardness of me trying to explain my complicated feelings to him. And I also wanted to avoid the look of disappointment that I knew he would give me.

So, instead of answering his question, my sensitive ass started crying. It wasn't that I was necessarily trying to cry, it's just that my tears always seemed to reveal how I was truly feeling.

"What did I do?" His voice was soft and slightly panicked. Overwhelmed by his questions, I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck before kissing him. I'd rather do anything else but talk.

"Asha?" I stood on my tippy toes and started trailing kisses down his neck. He tried pulling me back by my hair, but I quickly took charge and reached for his dick. I didn't give him the chance to say or do anything before I dropped to my knees and pushed him back against the wall. I then wrapped my mouth around his length and watched as his resolve melted away.

Cairo rarely turned down sex, and since sex was the best distraction to use against him, I knew he wouldn't turn me down.

"Fuck," he cursed. Since my gag-reflexes were horrendous, I used my hand to stroke whatever I couldn't fit inside my mouth. I looked up at Cairo, and I noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed in. I couldn't tell if he wanted to help me out by thrusting his length down my throat or if he wanted to stop me altogether and question why I was just crying moments ago. Either way, I wasn't letting up. And I definitely enjoyed having some control over him as I sucked his balls into my mouth.

"Just like that," he moaned, causing tingles to erupt throughout my body. The positive feedback had me putting all of my efforts into pleasing him; and his reassurance gave me the extra push I needed.

Feeling hella bold, I ran my tongue up along his shaft until I got to the tip. And knowing that the tip was the most sensitive, I made sure to be extra sloppy as I slurped it into my mouth repeatedly. I did this several times—all while alternating between licking and stroking him in my hand.

I smirked when Cairo shivered, but my smile was short-lived when he suddenly pulled me up by my neck and kissed me. What really caught me off guard was when he put his arms up under my thighs and lifted me clean off the ground. My entire body weight was now resting on his forearms.

"Put it in," he said. I reached down between us and aligned his penis up with my entrance. I bit my lip and did my best to hold on as he lifted me up and then let gravity do some of the work. The impact took my breath away as he filled me in one thrust. I would've been nervous about this position if Cairo and I hadn't had our fair share of shower sex.

"Faster," I spoke breathlessly. I didn't have to tell him twice before he started fucking me deep and hard. And between the sounds of our flesh colliding and the water hitting the surface of the tub, I couldn't focus on anything but my impending orgasm. It was coming fast, too fast.

"Fuck," I winced as he slipped out. I was about to put him back in when Cairo moved towards the ledge and slowly maneuvered us out the shower. I knew my pussy was about to take a beating when he successfully lowered us onto the cold floor and pushed my legs up over my head. I held them in place as he reentered me. The depth of this position had my eyes rolling back into my head.

"Oh my god," I moaned as he drilled into me. My legs locked up and I instantly started shaking from the pressure.

"Wait," I jerked as the sensation threatened to spill over. I tried to hold it in, but the more I did, the harder my legs shook. Overwhelmed, I just completely let go. Cairo held my legs open as my body went slack. He didn't give me much time to recover before he pulled out and added three fingers.

"Wait," my toes curled and my back arched before another familiar sensation had me thinking that I needed to pee. Fuck. I knew what this was, and it was definitely not pee. Cairo sped up his torment, causing me to instantly fold and squirt all over his fingers. And he didn't stop there. He made sure to target my clit next—rubbing at it until my juices flowed harder. The overstimulation had me grabbing at his arms.

"Okay," I gasped, closing my legs.

"You done already?" He asked, catching his breath. I nodded.

"I can't hear you," he said. "Are you done—yes or no?"

"Yes Cairo," I whispered.

He nodded and stood up. He then pulled me into the cold shower where he used his fingers to guide the water through my folds. He eventually cleaned himself off before stopping the water and getting out. Cairo dried us off, and while doing so, I noticed that he was still fully erect. It looked painful.

"Do you want me to take care of it?" I asked.

"No, it's fine."

When we got to the room, Cairo placed a towel down over my pillow to keep my wet hair from soaking it. I sighed in relief as we then got under the covers. I was so cold that I immediately snuggled up against him.

"Is it okay if we talk in the morning?" I asked next.

"Sure," he said. I smiled to myself at successfully deterring the conversation until the morning. He had no choice but to agree since I was already half sleep, and I bet he was probably just as tired.

After awhile, when I was almost in a deep slumber, Cairo got up and disappeared into the bathroom. He was in there for a bit, no doubt taking care of his erection. I wasn't sure how many minutes passed by, but I was knocked out by the time he came back.

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