10| Weather for two...

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THE RAIN LASHED hard against the roof, thunder crashed and the shadow of a lightning flashed across the room. The weather was perfect for cuddling and further naughty stuffs.

Rain, champagne, beautiful girl. Could it get any better?

Patricia Eze was by far the prettiest girl in the department of computer engineering. She had her fair share of toasters and most of the girls in her class were really envious of her. She had light skin that glowed like the sunrise, and her body was molded to perfection, with curves in all the right places.

Patricia moaned into his mouth, as Dayo's hands disappeared under her red silky blouse, pushing her bra up and cupping one of her breast.

Dayo felt a sting of pain when her acrylic nails dug into his bare back. Groaning, he pinned her hands above her head and kept a firm grip.

Throaty moans filled the room as his hands skimmed the soft flesh of her thighs.  She lifted her hips to meet his, making him groan as she rubbed herself against his jean clad hips that sported his hardness. 

Dayo couldn't stop thinking of how he had wanted to tear Jamal apart when he kissed Tina. He had never thought heartbreak could be this painful, but Tina had destroyed him.

Patricia locked her legs around his waist, pressing him harder against her.

Dayo closed his eyes, imagining Tina instead of Patricia. He focused his gaze on  her until her features slowly turned into Tina's.

"Hmm," Patricia moaned, as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Her mouth tasted like champagne, with just a hint of peppered spice from the suya kebab she ate earlier. 

He lightly nibbled on her earlobe, his hand rubbing over the cotton of her panties.

"That feels so good," she moaned softly, guiding his lips back to hers.

He froze, her voice soft voice so unlike Tina's pulling him out of his trance. Dayo wrenched his mouth from hers, panting. Patricia looked up at him with a puzzled face. "Why'd you stop?"

He eased off her body and released his grip on her hands. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he thinking of Tina when he had a hotter chick in his arms?

Dayo chose his words carefully. "I'm sorry, Pat. I have this stupid migraine." Patricia's eyes softened like she was hurt , but she pressed her lips together and didn't talk.

His gaze dropped to her mouth, red and swollen from his kisses. She stared at him in confusion. "A migraine?"

Patricia watched as he picked his shirt up off the floor and put it on. "Put your clothes on. I'll drop you off." Dayo said, grabbing his car keys and escaping the room before she spoke.

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