The next morning, Jumoke woke up to Uchenna's strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist, the duvet cocooning them both.
For a moment, she lay still, trying to gather her thoughts. She couldn't even remember the exact moment she'd fallen asleep. All she knew was that last night had been… intense.
She and Uchenna had been at it until she was completely breathless, her limbs trembling, her body sated in ways she hadn't known was possible. Malcolm, her ex-husband was the only man she had ever been with before, and she hadn't even realized how mediocre their sex life had been until last night.
With Malcolm, sex had been functional, and mechanical. If she managed to orgasm once, it felt like a stroke of luck. He never asked what she liked. Never really cared about her pleasure. In fact, toward the end, he made her feel like it was her fault that things weren't exciting. She had even caught herself faking it more times than she could count just to get it over with.
