He was sitting on the bed while she knelt behind him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Although he couldn't see her face, he remembered her fragrance so well. Jasmine... The fragrance that has assaulted his senses since the last time they saw each other.

"Ayinke?" He called questioningly to be sure he was not mistaken about who the person that was kneeling behind him was.

"Yes, baby..." She whispered into his ears. Her sultry voice messing with his brain, making him go gaga with his wants for her. He wanted to bring her over his shoulders, unto the bed, and make slow, sweet love to her.

Very slow...