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In all honesty, the argument had been a silly one, born from an offhanded remark meant in jest, and shouldn’t have begun, let alone gone on for as long as it did. Okoye could admit that to herself, but her stubborn nature kept her from voicing it to Attuma; consequently, the rising sun found them on their third day of not speaking.
The first two days had been difficult but bearable with Okoye busying herself training with Aneka, practicing with the upgrades Shuri had made on their Midnight Angel suits and caring for her rhinos. Now, though, on the day she and Aneka had agreed to rest, she wanted nothing more than to cuddle with her Attuma. She missed the soft baritone of his voice and the feel of his gentle, and not so gentle, caresses on her skin, but again her stubbornness got in her way.
Instead of rolling over in their expansive bed and making peace with the man who had stolen her heart, she stayed firmly on her side, stewing in her foul mood. She had just pushed herself into a seated position at the edge of the bed (because if she wasn’t going to spend the morning cuddled up with Attuma then she might as well go do something useful around the house) when she heard him speak.
“Okoye, my heart, am I never again to hear the sound of your voice?” She exhaled, pushing away the warmth that came over her at his words and the fingertips she felt creeping up her spine under the end of her tank top. Her resolve was crumbling.
“I apologize, my love. I meant no offense.”
“Really? Well, you could have fooled me.” The words were said in a huff but the fire behind them had dimmed.
“Please, Okoye. Don’t you think you’re being unreasonable?” That brought the tension back to her spine. Pulling away from his wandering fingers, she turned on him, bracing her hands on the bed as she came to kneel over his supine body.
“Unreasonable?” She raised one hand and pointed in his direction. “If you think I’m being so unreasonable then why did you apologize?” The tip of her erect finger poked into his chest, emphasizing her point. “Unreasonable? I can’t believe you’d say that to me you-you fish head!”
During her poking and name-calling, she’d noticed that his previously soft and apologetic expression had turned in to a scowl, but, in her annoyance, had ignored his reaction. That was until he grabbed her hand and used it, and the rest of her arm, to pull her body over his.
“My love, cease this incessant poking and childish name-calling and talk to me. I demand that we resolve this.”
“Or what?” Okoye challenged. The position he’d pulled her into had forced her thighs on either side of his hips. She braced her palms against his naked chest while she felt him settle a hand on her ass. His other hand moved to her neck, squeezing enough for her to feel but not restrict her breathing. Flexing her thighs, she felt him harden against her as she again challenged, “What will you do?”
Attuma tutted and slapped her ass but gave no further response before he flipped her onto her back. His rebreather kept him from kissing her, but he briefly pressed his forehead to hers as he reached for the edge of her tank top then pulled it over her head.
Okoye didn’t resist, having been craving his touch, but retaliated by pinching and twisting his nipple.
The responding growl and reciprocated action to her own breast had her moaning and biting her bottom lip. Attuma wasn’t often rough with her, so she relished it when he was.
“My love, your mind fights me. I will dominate your body to quiet it.” He promised, grinding his naked erection into her clothed pelvis. Okoye had worn the undergarments to bed as a display of her continued anger at him and now wished that she hadn’t been so pigheaded.
Unable to answer his declaration with words, Okoye relaxed into the bed as Attuma’s pinching fingers eased to fondle her nipples and pet the undersides of her breasts.
The last two days had been the longest they’d gone without coupling, and Okoye was already wet for him with just that bit of foreplay. She nearly sang a song of gratitude when she felt his hand leave her chest to slide past the waistband of her panties.
Attuma hummed when he felt how wet she was for him. Okoye could hear the gloating in his voice when he said, “You are so wet.” His fingers rubbed against her clitoris then trailed to her entrance, gathering more of her juices before moving back to her clit. “This couldn’t possibly be for a fish head.”
Okoye snorted against his neck, her moans intermingling with laughter as Attuma continued with his ministrations.
“I didn’t…really…mean that,” she managed to say between bursts of ecstasy. Her eyes had softened in pleasure and apology. Massaging his scalp in the way she knew he liked she said, “I’m sorry.”
In reward, Attuma put an end to his teasing. He pulled off her panties then climbed back over her body and drew her thighs up. He slid inside her, filling her in a way only he was able.
“An apology…from the mightiest…of the Midnight Angels,” he groaned, burying his face in her neck as he begun thrusting in earnest. “I may…have to…insult…your rhino…again…if that’s…what…it gets me.”
Okoye dug her fingernails into his back and used her heels on his ass to urge him to go faster.
“Don’t…you dare!” The bite behind her command was dampened by a particularly loud moan caused by an especially delicious flex of his hips that made her see stars.
Her point came across, though, when she took him by surprise and flipped their positions, taking control of their lovemaking and riding him into a mutually delightful ending.