Timi woke up to the sounds of chirping, the bird had started
its early evening cry. He opened one eye and looked down at Ronke who lay on
his chest breathing softly. He lifted an arm and looked at his watch confirming
that they had not been asleep for long. They had been at it for about 45 minutes,
right from when they had shut the door to the room to the third explosion. Well
third for him. He could never tell when she was satisfied or when one orgasm
ended and the other began amidst her screams; she was non-verbal and fluid like
that. She moved at his pace, was ready when he was ready and stopped when he
stopped. Her appetite was ravenous and he was happy he could match hers.
Sex with Ronke was not dull neither was it boring. What made
it work was perhaps the tacit chemistry that they shared. Physically she was a
handful and he felt like a man with her.
She stirred a little and then settled down again. They did
not have much time especially as they had chosen to do this during the day.
Giving their busy schedules and lifestyles nighttime seemed to be the only
reasonable time for such things, so daytime sex was rare.
Timi closed his eyes. He would have to get up soon. He
opened them again and gazed on Ronke, the woman he loved with all his heart.
He had met Ronke all those years ago during his NYSC …10
years now. Although he found her very attractive, he never really got to know
her then; they would talk occasionally but nothing serious. They went their
separate ways but crossed paths two years into his job at the advertising
agency where he was now the assistant creative director. She worked for a media
agency and was part of the team that came for a presentation one sunny morning.
Her agency had done a good job and were signed up which made their paths cross
even more. She would stop by at his office and they would talk a little. He
then plucked up the courage and asked her on a date. She obliged and their
relationship blossomed and blossomed. Now they were here in her bed, a bed he
had grown accustomed to over the last eight years. Eight years. How do you not
get tired of sleeping with someone in that period of time? He wondered
sometimes. But Timi knew he would never tire of her, even when she was old and
grey, and he hoped it was the same for her.
They had had their downtimes but never over anything
serious. She got him and he in turn got her totally. She never annoyed him, nor
him her. Of course like every other women she could get impatient with him
sometimes but that was it. She never nagged, did not cling, pushed him when
necessary but with all the encouragement required. He tried to be the man she
wanted him to be, treated her with enormous respect, and cared for her as much
as he could. But deep down inside he told himself that she deserved more than
he could give her and wondered if he could ever be enough for her. She never
complained though which was a good thing as well as a bad thing. Well maybe it
was because she was fiercely independent. She played by her own rules and one
just had to be very confident to be with her. Was he confident? Sometimes he
felt that perhaps she just felt sorry for him and all. One could be tempted to
say that it was just the sex. The sex was very very good but it was more than
that. They enjoyed each other’s company and gave each other fair consideration.
Although he was the passionate, opinionated kind he reined it in a little for
her sake. He never wanted to offend. Ronke probably noticed this and tended to
be less flippant than he knew she was. Why did he love her so?
It was probably her self-confidence. She exuded it from day
one, it showed in every area of her life. Her weaknesses? Hmmm…
“A penny for your thoughts.”
Timi looked down at her as she smiled still with her eyes
closed.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Not long. How long have you been awake?”
“Not long either.”
She opened her eyes and lifted her head to look at him. “Mr.
Man, you wore me out as usual.”
Timi grinned sheepishly, “You bring it out of me baby”, he
retorted.
Ronke smiled and moved out of his embrace, moving up to his
face. “I do, don’t I?”
She kissed him on the lips.
11 seconds later she pulled away.
“Shade will soon be back”, she said as she searched for her
bra.
Timi looked at his watch. It was 4:30.
He sighed as he collected himself. He picked up his clothes
from the chair beside the bed. She had often teased him about how he always
managed to make sure his clothes were neatly arranged before getting into bed
with her. He got dressed quickly as she headed into the bathroom. It would not
do good for a 16 year old to walk in on them naked.
Ronke emerged from the bathroom and toweled her glistening
body. He watched her.
“What?” she asked coyly.
“Nothing” he responded.
“Mr. Man,” she laughed with a knowing look in her eye.
They talked shop and in a short while she was dressed up.
She walked up to him and he held her close trying to take in as much of her as
he could.
“Are you losing weight?” he asked.
“A little.”
“Madam, small small o. Take it easy.”
Ronke laughed.
The doorbell rang. She kissed him.
“Happy birthday again”, she whispered and then led him to
the living room.
“Good afternoon sir… Uncle Timi.”
“Hey Shade, how are you?
“Fine, thank you sir.”
“That’s good. I see your mum is taking good care of you.”
“Yeah she tries.” Shade said with a smile.
“Okay so I’ll see you later.”
Ronke walked him out to his car. He got in.
“So call me?” she asked.
“I will”, he promised.
Timi drove down her street and out of her estate, his
thoughts with Ronke. Why they were not together, he was not sure. He had
thought about this often. Maybe it was his fault or just a case of bad timing
for him and for her but all he knew was that in another place and another time he
would definitely be with her, the way they should be.
32 minutes later he climbed up to his apartment. He fiddled
with his keys and slipped one into the lock. But before he could turn the key
the door opened from the other side.
“Happy Birthday Daddy!!!!!”
The chorus was led by his six year old daughter who stood beside
her mother as she held forth his birthday cake.
Timi smiled as he hugged his wife and son. He closed the
door behind him shutting Ronke out for the time being.
