Ana's POV

"Fuck!" I exclaim as he says this, my pussy clenching and unclenching around him.

"Shit," he pulls out, gritting his teeth as I sigh in exhaustion. "Be ready to get pregnant."

"Holy cow!" I shout as the explanation of what he's been saying dawns on me, such that I scramble off the mattress, the soles of my feet meeting the cold tiled floor.

"What's the problem?" He asks, his voice gruff. I whirl backward and see him lying on his side, his elbow holding half of his weight up as his head rests on his left palm and his right arm flat on the black and gold striped bedspread, the muscles on his arms bulging out in regards to his position.

*Eyes on the bag!* I call myself to order and shift my focus away from him, dashing to my cupboard that rests a foot or two after his own, yeah we've got different ones.

"I'm searching for my contraceptives," I confess, bending to open the first drawer, and give him a perfect view of my ass as I'm still naked from our previous activity.

"I thought those are supposed to be taken before sex?" He interrogates and I groan.

"Yeah, but there are some that can be taken after sex," I inform, continuing my task, as my fingers and eyes probe the contents in each drawer I free.

"What if you don't see those?" He inquires and I shrug, going to the third and last drawer.

"I will take anyone I see, because I'm not ready for pregnancy till after two years, if not three," I state, bringing out the undies and other packets of medicines for immediate situations like aspirin, paracetamol, pain relievers, gentile violet, bandages and the rest.

"We need to go for family planning then," he says, and I hear the bed creak, indicating he must be sitting up or getting off it.

"Ha!" I exclaim in victory, holding up the card of tablets in the air with a grin on my face. "Found it."

"Did you hear anything I just said?" He chuckles while asking.

"I did," I mumble, shutting the cupboard and returning to my full height as I amble to the bathroom, leaving him standing, his manhood strong and huge between his legs.

"I think it's a good idea," I say after I had gulped down the required amount of tablets in the bathroom with a glass of water and return to see him stationed close to the door, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip as he gazes at the outline of my curves.

"I want you, again," he rasps, encasing me with his right arm as it goes around my waist, pressing my perky nipples and full breasts to his chiseled manly chest. "Now."

"Ike," I moan as his arms slide to cup my asscheek, kneading and spreading them as he bends his head to my shoulder, kissing and nibbling on the skin there that I'm sure would leave a mark. "What are you doing to me?"

"What I've waited three long months to do," he whispers, his lips skimming upwards to my neck and repeats the same action he did to my shoulder, prompting my legs to turn to jelly as I hold onto him for support.

His fingers skid downwards and his index one hovers at the entrance of my drippy mound when a knock raps on the door, jeering us apart at the abruptness of it all.

We stare at each other in visible shock and recognition as it shines on us that there's a world outside as we were both lost in ours.

"Who could that be?" He asks me.

"I don't know," I respond going away from him but he pulls me back. "It can't be Joe, Glory, John, or Oluchi thus they know of our whereabouts."

"Who do you think it is then?" He questions and I'm about to tell him to think for himself when the noise comes again and this time it's with a voice.

"Ana?" Whoever it is called but I can't decipher who as it comes off as low and muffled due to the materials the door is made of.

"It sounds like--" Ike pause to wonder as he finally lets go of me to walk slowly to the day.

"Come back here," I hiss, motioning him to retreat from the entrance. "He or she is asking of me not you, how do you think they'll feel to see you and then spot me?"

"You are right but I'm just gonna peep through the hole," he points but I shake my head at him.

"Just--"

"Ana, it's me Nuel, are you in there?" The person who I now hear clearly as I wander close to the door tells and my eyes go wide.

"Hide!" I whisper yell at Ike who's expression would have made me laugh if I am not so serious.

"Um," I blurt loudly so Nuel can hear. "Sorry I was absent, I came in here to rest a bit after the whole ordeal and somehow found myself asleep."

"Sorry about that sis, I know how hectic the past few days have been," he says while I rush to my wardrobe to check for the dress I specially bought to don for the reception after I change out of my wedding dress.

"It's okay," I say spotting a body-con long-sleeved multicolored dress that has all the maps of the continents and countries drawn on it and swerves to see Ike doing the same as me, looking for an attire to wear hence we can't go out smelling like sex.

"I actually came to ask you if you've seen Ike, he has not been seen for a while," Nuel conveys and I still my action of releasing my braids from the style it was parked together with the ornaments attached to it. It is a wonder it didn't scatter while we were having sex. "Have you seen him?"

"Not really, I ran into him on my way here, but haven't seen him after that," I lie, and gesture for Ike to make himself invisible as I swerve hastily to check my reflection in the floor-length mirror before I stroll to the door. "Why, what's wrong?"

"Miracle is missing," he says in a grim voice and I feel my heart drop to my anus at the fear of it all, such that I unlock the door with shaky fingers and snatch it open, sadness all over my features. "I was just kidding, Miracle is fine and safely in the arms of Oluchi and Glory."

"Don't play that kind of dumb joke with me next time," I growl, pushing him out of my face in anger as I'm happy Ike isn't in the room to hear Nuel's words as he snuck into the bathroom last minute.

"Sorry, I simply wanted to lighten up the mood," he snickers, adjusting his tie.

"And how is that working for you?" I snort and slam the door behind me. "Here I was thinking you've changed from your jerk ways."

"Hey, change doesn't come easy," he winks at me. "It's a process."

"I hope the process speeds up," I roll my eyes and shove him playfully as he aims to kiss my cheek. "The only person allowed to kiss me is my husband."

He only scoffs in retort and we reach the stairs, descending it to cross the space of the down floor to the entrance door that leads to the wedding party.

"Look who finally shows up," Maxwell lets out as he sights me and Nuel.

I don't answer immediately as my gaze dances around the environment, from the security guards and bouncers hanging at different corners including the gate to the reporters and cameramen capturing every action as some are broadcasting it live to numerous news and entertainment channels while others are taking pictures to post on their news pages.

The smiles of the people around are not left out as they are either sitting or standing, exchanging pleasantries with each other while munching on the small chops that are circulating as they wait for the bride and groom to make their entrance, together with the main course (jollof rice, chicken, and salad)

I see my parents lounging at a special table made for the older family members as Mom is dressed in a specially designed Gucci-embedded red frock that touches her toes, her make-up on point, and the gold shoe she's wearing glistening whenever it catches the light.

Dad too is looking dashing as he is clad in a high-neck long-sleeved navy blue thigh-length shirt with matching trousers that go well with the gold chain necklace he's donning and black shining polished shoes and a gold walking stick.

They both wave at me as they see me peeping and I wave back as they mouth congratulations, same with my uncles and aunts who are fitted around them.

"What did I miss?" Ike quizzes, pecking my cheek as he shows up at my side.

"Nothing much," I say, not looking at him as my attention is still on the beautiful decor of white seats wrapped in blue large ribbons, the tables wrapped in a mixture of gold and black, giving off an amazing vibe in the air that suits the event.

"I knew I wasn't mistaken about that smell," Maxwell murmurs, unashamedly sniffing Ike before doing the same to me. "You both smell like sex."

"Yeah," Mirian concurs, repeating his movements. "You are right Max, they do."

"I couldn't wait till the wedding night to have her." Ike shrugs in defense and I blush, burying my face in his chest that's covered in an expensive Ankara material shirt of mixed pigments of gold, red, and black, his favorite colors.

"I don't blame you, my sister is one hot chick," Maxwell nods causing everyone to laugh as I flush more if that's possible, giggling in Ike's arms and I think, there's no place I'd rather be than beside him.

This is my life, and I can't trade it for a dime. Troubles, tribulations, and problems may arise, but I know we'll all pull through together because we've been through a lot more than this so nothing can stand in our way as far as God stands for us.

Author: The End.
For real this time.

Thank you again for checking out my story

Freshy

Author🖊️: The End.
              For real this time.

Please don't forget to ask me questions over on my
Instagram page: Freshy Gore or (@freshvibes8)
Like I said, anyone works.

Thank you again for checking out my story❤️💕