Page 31 of Drill Session

“Since when do you shower in here?”

“Since you just told me to sleep in the guest room.”

I stripped down ass naked then stepped in the shower. Her shower was big enough for me to adjust the temperature to the way I liked it without dodging the water. Akira has a fye ass shower compared to the mini walk-in version my apartment has. Her shit has heated floors, so your feet don’t feel cold, and water feels like on your skin, this shit damn near feels therapeutic. Out of my peripheral vision, I could still see Akira standing in the doorway, when I turned to glance back at her she was gone in the blink of eye. I shook my head and took a deep breath then continued washing my ass and body. After the day I just had, the last fucking thing I want to do is come home to my girl and hear all that bitching and shit. My nervousness was starting to feel see through because Derrick called me out on it when I pulled up on him. Asking Akira to be my Valentine had me over thinking and shit. We can do romantic shit and it just be that. I guess due to the fact that I was seeking to escalate our shit to another level, it had me skyrocketing. To a romantic nigga, this shit is simple, but it ain’t simple for me. The vibes felt good, and I didn’t want to fuck this up.

I turned the shower off after rinsing off and released a satisfied grunt. Tilting my head to the side, I reached over and rubbed my shoulder to give some sort of relaxation. Usually after my gym sessions, I cool down with a follow up to relax my muscles. Most of that time consisted of a deep tissue massage, nothing major, but when Akira called those plan was cut short. Before sliding into some boxer briefs, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. When I walked inside the guest room, the light from the television mounted on the wall, illuminated throughout the room. Akira was sitting on the bed, with her legs under her butt and a pout graced her cute ass face.

Tilting my head to the side, my eyes darted over her body before landing back on her face, meeting her eyes. “Bae, I ain’t in the mood to argue. I’m tired,” I told her, followed by an exasperated sigh.

She poked out her bottom lip and climbed over to me. Perched at the edge of the bed, I felt a sudden jolt as she collided with my ribs, then knelt down and wrapped her arms around my sculpted physique. Akira felt like home to me, and I didn’t have to be buried inside her pussy to know that now.

“Daddy,” she whined. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell daddy what you sorry for.” I have her a hard slap on her soft ass and ran my hand over the spot to sooth it.

“For being a bitch,” she responded.

“I’ve gotten used to it. I know how to handle you. It’s when I start matching your energy you want me to run and kiss your ass. Damn, how long have I been doing that? You be spazzing the fuck out over shit that worth brewing an argument about.”

Tapping her on the ass again, I signaled her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her fingers swam over my waves and her elbows rested on my shoulders. She felt warm and cozy, having her in my arms brushing her skin up against mine.

“I take it this your way of telling me I can sleep in the bed with you?”

“Please,” she purred.

I chuckled and shook my head. “I knew it wasn’t gonna be long before you bowed down to a nigga. You’re so used to calling the shots and bossing niggas around, that you need to know that shit don’t fly with a big dog in your life.”

“I’m ovulating,” she sighed.

To keep her from falling, I held her in my arms and staggered inside her bedroom. “I figured it was something. I smelled it before I left this morning.”

She jolted her head up and giggled. “Drill, what?”

“What you mean?”

When we reached her bed, I tapped her on the ass, signaling for her to get down on it. The covers were already slid back, and the decorative pillows were stacked lazily in a grey chair in the corner.

“I can smell when you’re on your period or about to come on without looking at the app and when you’re ovulating.”

“I swear,” her flung back and she cackled again. “You say the silliest shit. Sometimes I ask myself do you be hearing yourself talk. What in the hell does an ovulation smell like?”

“See, that’s the thing,” I grinned. “It’s not a smell. It’s just the way you be acting and your attitude. Call your dad, I’m sure if you asked him, he’ll know or call Derrick lame ass, he’ll know too. A nigga ain’t never tell you that before?”

“No, and I see why. It’s some crazy shit to say.”

“Can’t you tell when your period is about to come on?”

“Yeah, but that’s different. I can feel that shit in my uterus first when I get those random crying spells.”

“Okay so yeah, it’s the same thing. Your emotions feeds off onto me. Any nigga that ain’t never tell you that shit meant he wasn’t connected with you.”

She shook her head and laid back on the bed. I leaned over her and roamed my eyes over her pretty face. “So, we’re connected?”

“Connected as fuck like a Bluetooth.”

We stared at each other for a second before she burst into laughter. I knew she’d be the first to break after I slipped up and uttered some corny shit like that between my teeth.

“Why would you say that,” she laughed, showing all 32 teeth. “I should’ve recorded you saying that.”

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