I'm turned on.

Or as some people would like to say, horny. Because that is me right now. Horny. The morning after our sexual rendezvous was to blame, specifically a certain someone, and that someone is me, but I like to fool myself and say it's Amayah's fault.

To be fair, she did basically just use my hard on as her personal vibrator when she grinded on me earlier in the morning after we woke up to get herself come undone. Oddly though, despite feeling like some kind of a sex toy, it felt good and euphoric. Minus the part where I stopped myself from literally begging to be fucked just to come. I wanted to say it so bad.

Honestly, it's entirely my fault for not wanting to be touched yet. Although as of the moment, I'm contemplating which is worse, being weirded out by my own penis, or sporting an uncomfortable erection. Add the constant image of the dark haired woman's naked body invading my mind every few seconds to the latter. It was torture.

Was ejaculating an option? Yes.

Did I think of doing it? Absolutely.

Did I do it? Nope. I just can't.

Now, I did try a cold shower, something I always do whenever I felt the urge to touch myself, but for some reason, it didn't work this time. I mean, it did for almost an hour, but once the beauty left me a kiss goodbye for work along with a "pat" to my member, mixed with her 'darling' that again for some reason, sounded really seductive earlier, I was hard, again.

I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a virgin. Like, who the fuck gets turned on by a simple touch to their private area along with alluring dark brown eyes, a sexy smirk on red-painted lips and a seductive tone? Who?!

Only virgins I would say. Me, me included.

I actually surprised myself that I didn't faint last night while Amayah was naked on top of me, moaning in pleasure and grinding on my fingers. Surely though, I was red as a tomato the whole time.

One thing I could say, it was an experience I never thought I could have and when I did, let me tell you, it was out of this world. Seeing Amayah in that element, lost in her own world and clinging onto me, it was perfect. She's perfect. Everything about her is.

Being able to have the privilege to see her bare and vulnerable is like a gift to me. And as hours passes by, I crave to see it again. To see her eyes drunk in lust and desire, to see red-painted lips in between her teeth, to see her naked form on top of me and to hear her sweet voice that seemed to resonate the room whenever it's only the two of us.

As of the moment, I wasted my entire break with watching funny videos on the internet to hopefully do the job of turning me off. Thankfully, it did.

As soon as I got off work, I went straight to Amayah's place with a bouquet of pink tulips just because, not bringing anything for the kid as Aaron is currently staying at Julius' place with Bianca. I smiled at the beauty when I spotted her sitting on the couch and drinking wine.

"Hi." I waved happily.

The dark haired woman stood up and approached me, placing her arms around my neck to pull me down for a kiss. I couldn't help but moan, her taste mixed with the red wine invading my mouth as soon as her tongue slipped inside.

"You taste good." I panted when she pulled away, licking my bottom lip.

Amayah smirked, wiping the side of my mouth. "I know something that would taste even better." She whispered the words right into my ear, making me blush at the close proximity and the feeling of her breath hitting my skin.

"What?" I asked with my brows raised, curious about this something that would taste even better.

My beauty laughed, throwing her head back before pinching my nose playfully. "Nothing." She then took the bouquet from my hand. "For me?" I nodded. "Thank you, Darling. They're lovely. What's it for though?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Just wanted to give you some flowers."

Smiling, Amayah tiptoed and pecked my lips. "You're sweet."

I let myself be pulled onto the couch where Amayah sat me down, that's when I noticed the variety of food placed on the center table. The dark haired woman prepared my meal for me as she did hers.

"You waited for me?" I asked, expecting to eat alone for dinner. We didn't really talk about eating together once I get to their place, but it's something I like to do whenever I'm here with her and Aaron.

"Of course, I wanted us to eat together."

"I like that." I mumbled shyly, taking a little bite of the mashed potato.

The beauty only smiled. "How was work?"

"Good and boring. There wasn't many customers, but my friend did visit me for lunch to eat with me."

She nodded. "Julius?"

I shook my head, swallowing. "He went on a lunch date with Lexie, it was Vera who dropped by."

"Ahh, the ginger?" I nodded at the question. "Does she-do they know you're in a relationship?"

"They don't, only Julius. Zoey knows I like someone though."

"And Vera?"

"She doesn't." I pursed my lips, noticing her raised brow. "Should they know now?"

"I don't know."

"Should I tell them then?" I questioned.

"It's up to you."

I raised a brow at her nonchalant answer. "Up to me? Shouldn't it be up to you?"

Amayah rolled her eyes. "Then don't tell them."

"Why are you mad all of the sudden?" I asked, confused at the change of mood.

"I'm not mad. Do I seem mad to you?" Although hesitantly, I nodded. The beauty huffed. "Well, I'm not."

Not saying anything in return, I took out my phone from my pocket and went straight to the group chat I share with my friends. Confused, Amayah raised her brow as she watches me type.

I didn't wait for any replies although I saw that Zoey read the message already and is typing. I then showed the message to my girlfriend whose brow raised high upon reading.

"Lesbean with real strap-on?" My beauty smiled in amusement, raising a brow at me.

I blushed, quickly hiding my phone away from her sight. "That's their way of making me feel comfortable."

"I see." She chuckled.

"Are you not mad anymore?" I asked carefully.

"I wasn't mad, just..." Amayah paused, biting her lip. "Yeah, I'm okay now."

I smiled at that. "Good. I don't like it when I make you mad." For some reason.

The beauty only rolled her eyes playfully before raising her spoon full of food. "Say ahh."

I shook my head, blushing. "I can do it myself."

Amayah raised a brow in annoyance, pursing her lips. Scratching my eyebrow in embarrassment, I gave in and opened my mouth to accept the food. With a triumph smile, the beauty fed me until we both finished.

"I'll do it." Amayah insisted. "You're tired enough."

"I'm not tired though," I pouted. "I want to help you clean."

"You can do the dishes tomorrow." Without waiting for my response, the dark haired woman went straight to the kitchen with our dishes. "Don't even think of coming here." Groaning, I sat back down.

Slumping down the couch, I took out my phone to see the notifications, all consisted of messages from my friends from the group chat and a few private ones from Julius panicking about the message I sent earlier. I chuckled upon reading and decided not to reply, going straight to the group chat.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I turned it back off and went straight to the kitchen to help the beauty. Her back was turned on me and without thinking so much, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, placing my chin on top of her shoulder with a sigh.

"Yes, baby?"

My face buried on her neck, I mumbled. "You make my heart full."

"You make my heart full, too, darling."