by Tiana Laveen
“Ahhh…” she whimpered. “You’re…sucking my breasts. It…feels good.”
He went to the other one, cupped it, massaged it, loved it.
“You have the softest skin I’ve ever had the pleasure to lie against…” he complimented between gentle licks that built in pressure and momentum. “Mmmm…” He kissed down her body, until he found himself sliding his tongue up and down her sweetness. “Mmmmm! Honey… I loooove your pussy,” he murmured, gripping her ass cheeks to bring her closer to him. Her soft, trimmed pubic hair tickled his nose as he began to suck her clit, making it swell in his mouth. “Stay with me, baby… What am I doing?”
“Lick…licking my clitoris…and…I like it.”
“Mmmm…you like it, baby…yes…I can tell.” He paused and looked up at her. All he could clearly make out was the sheen on her bottom lip from her gloss, the curve of her neck and the small, jade necklace around it. He gently slid his finger inside of her, and disappeared once again between her warm, inviting thighs. “You taste like salty caramel…” He kissed her pussy, slid his finger out of her and quickly climbed up her body.
“Open your mouth…”
She did as instructed, took in his wet, warm finger.
“You taste that, baby? That’s you…so good….” His cock swelled impossibly hard against her as he watched her suck her juices from his digit. Soon, he went back to his oral attentions, worked her harder and faster, determined to make her orgasm right then and there.
“Ohhhh….oh…uhhhh…” She sighed and wiggled beneath him. He held her down, steady, in place as he continued to ravish her pussy. Her wetness poured into his mouth, making him swallow over and over again as he relished the delicacy of the love between her legs. “Let me have it! Let me have all of it…” he murmured, feeling her shaking and more of her essence pour into his mouth.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby. I want to give you whatever you want…whatever you desire.” He slid up her body, removed the blindfold. The poor woman vibrated hard in his grasp, the climax raging through her. She wrapped her swarthy arms around him, her eyes full of something strong…must’ve been love. As he caressed the side of her face, she reached between their bodies to run her hands over the head of his thickening cock. He licked, kissed then sucked the side of her neck as she continued to masturbate him, making him moan and hump.
“Uhhh…that feels good, baby…” The wetness of her pussy now covered the head of his dick as he bumped into her over and over. After awhile, she released him and pushed up on his shoulder. He moved away from her and sat back on his haunches. Sitting before him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her thighs. The scent of her pussy caught him in its net. Ravenous, he pushed her back down and shoved himself inside of her.
Damn, she turns me on so fucking much…
She glided her fingers along his face, over and over, lovingly enticing him with her ultra feminine ways. Taking her hand away from his cheek, he kissed her palm. She came closer, then a bit closer until their noses bumped. He could see her smile in the dim lighting, a stunning sight with the colors of the music system bouncing around, casting a shimmering caress along her bare skin. Her soft, full lips touched his, softly, their tongues lightly danced along one another. Sliding a hand around her nape, he then deepened the kiss. His heart beat a bit faster; yeah, after all this time, she still made his heart do this.
“I really…” he paused, pulling slightly away from her, “have no idea how I survived before I met you, Brooklyn.”
Her smile grew. She gave him a quick, sweet peck.
“All I know, Ace, is that, my love for you grows a bit more each day. You make me feel so safe. It’s like being in love with my best friend and…I like that. I like that a lot.” She dug her fingers in his short hair, her fingers spread wide like Asian fans.
“If you make me fall in love with you even more, things could get…dangerous,” he teased, right before kissing the tip of her nose.
“Well then, call me Indiana Greene. Rolling boulders, danger, and sparkly treasures are my claim to fame.”
He couldn’t help but smile, a crooked smile that she kissed the side of and reciprocated.
“When I close my eyes, you chase the nightmares into a corner. When you’re close to me, I see you, and you scare ’em away.” He gripped her a bit tighter.
“I told you I was dangerous,” she quipped, holding him tight and kissing him again on the cheek.
They both laughed lightly and enjoyed a delightful pause as Daft Punk continued to serenade them with a new song, ‘Around the World’. Then, she removed one of her hands and ran it along his cock.
“Mmmm.” He threw his head back in abandon, so caught up in this intimate moment, he’d almost forgotten they were making love not only with their words, but with their bodies.
It takes a hell of a woman to make me forget my own dick…
Lying on his back, he moved her ass over his face to suck and nurse from her swollen clit and pussy lips. She bent down, bestowed the same attentions to his cock. Curling her hand around the base, she worked it over in her hot mouth, until it was trickling with pre-cum and saliva, dripping along his testicles like running water down a wall. He slipped two fingers deep within her, making her buck against his lips.
“I love you!” he gasped when another orgasm rolled off her. Sugary sweetness ran along his tongue.
“Mmmm! Ahhh…I love…you, too…” She released him, tumbling to the side as if falling off a bike. He swooped forward to cut her fall and laid her down gently on the floor. Without preamble, he spread her legs wide open and pushed inside of her, savoring that customary sweet gasp she offered at his invasion. She held his face tight, looked up into his eyes as he drove deep within her. He kissed her cheek.
“Mmmm! Baby…shit…you’ve got gold between your damned legs! Shit!” His abs clenched, his balls tightened. Was it the love he felt? Or the way he liked to fuck her? Or was it because she could suck dick like no one’s business, or the fact she had the audacity to be a cute ass intellectual with a smart alec mouth? Or yet again, all of the above?
No matter the reason, when they made love, every time they came together, he felt like his damn head was going to explode from the pending orgasm they mutually climbed towards. Nothing could beat this. Nothing could top fucking her brains out, and he never got enough of it. He loved that she, too, would initiate sex many times, for she liked it just as much. He loved that he could learn from the woman, and that she gave a damn about him! She didn’t care about his money; matter of fact, she didn’t even know he had much of it until they’d already become a steady couple. She didn’t care about anything but being his damned friend, loving him, and building a life together. He couldn’t take it; he just couldn’t take it one second longer…
“Oh, God!” He thrust his hips, feeling like his lower body was on hydraulics. He’d never fucked her so hard, butit felt so good. He planted a tender kiss on her as she wrapped her damn legs around his waist and clenched him in, letting him know without words that she wanted it just how he was serving it. “Oh shit! Shit, baby!”
He caught the naughty expression on her face, the glimmer in her eye. Then the little tyrant reached between them and gently grabbed his balls, rotating them in her warm hands.
“Mmmm!”
“Cum for me…”
“Brooklyn, I hope… you remembered to…uhhhh…take your fucking birth control, because… I’m going to explode inside of you!”
She cracked up laughing, but stopped short when he pushed completely inside of her and clenched, holding her ass hard and tight in his fists. The woman yelled, cursed and dug her nails into his back, tearing at his flesh as he parked his throbbing cock deep within her.
“Shit, Ace!”
His cock blasted within her, shooting the precious semen out, making him slump and shake on top of her for quite a while. He closed his eyes and finally settled. They lay there for awhile, tangled together, breathi
ng hard. She caressed the side of his face while he rested on her breasts. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t terribly worried about whether she’d taken her birth control pill. That sort of thing used to have him on edge, so he typically just wore condoms, not trusting whomever he was with to take care of it. But with Brooklyn, he could see her being the mother of his children; even better, his wife. He could see it clearly in his mind. And, the vision looked good…
~***~
It was four in the morning and the streets of Chicago were fairly quiet. Henderson stood outside the towering building he’d entered almost six months earlier to hire a man he was certain could give him some answers — bring him closer to closure and understanding. How disappointing the reality turned out to be.
He looked at the massive place, hating that he would have to resort to means he hadn’t utilized since being a bored youth in southern Texas. As soon as the building was unlocked — and according to the sign on the glass double front doors, it would be in one hour — he’d gain access and slip inside. He surmised Ace Blackstone would be in his office around seven, at least that was the schedule the man kept the past week as he observed him from a distance. The guy went home around the same time as well. He’d gotten a bit spooked on that first day, when Ace looked over in his direction suddenly as if he’d known he was being watched. The experience unnerved him so much, he made sure to not follow him home anymore.
Regardless, with the man keeping that sort of schedule, this gave him an hour window to get into Mr. Blackstone’s office and see what he could find. He still wished on a tiny prayer that he was simply being unreasonable, and that everything the man reported, or lack thereof, was on the up and up. But his damn gut gnawed at him like a parasite, eating its host and leaving nothing but a hollow shell.
The motivation was still unclear, which perplexed him. He ran the gamut of possibilities, but they all pointed to desolate, empty places where even shadows never dwelled. The frustration was causing migraines and millions of seconds lost on constant worrying. Time to put this crap to rest. Henderson clicked his long, silver stemmed black umbrella on the ground with a firm snap. He gently tugged at his derby hat, then made his way across the street towards a local bakery. The scent of cinnamon buns, hot coffee and something spicy all swirled together invited him inside to sit at a small booth in the back of the establishment.
He snaked a carefully wrapped cigar out of his pocket, which he intended to savor later, and placed it on the table. He tapped it gently as if it were the hand of a woman he wished to know better, then ordered a large coffee as he waited for the damn clock to strike six…
~***~
“It couldn’t have been more than a minute or two.” Ace cradled his cellphone to his ear while he worked the key to the storage closet in the lobby of his office. “No, I’m sure. Look, I’ve already completed the surveillance but you still need to come in, Mr. Jacob….uh huh.”
Ace continued to fumble with the keys, temporarily handicapped as his arms were laden with file folders and his laptop computer.
“Um hmm…Yeah…” He nodded towards the mannequins, acknowledging their presence as if it would be rude to do otherwise, then reached for his office door. Placing the key inside, he opened it and flicked on the light. “No, I refuse to do that. I never address these matters over the phone, Mr. Jacob.” He sniffed the air— a faint smell of smoke caught his attention; it didn’t smell like his Marlboros. He set down his computer and the loose files on the desk, then looked to and fro in hazy confusion.
“Uh huh…I guess so. Yes, but I cannot tell you that. Mr. Jacob, it was made clear in the contract how I conduct my research. I never tell a client the results of the surveillance over the phone. Call me old fashioned, but I find it unprofessional as well as a risk that could compromise privacy clauses. The only exception to this is if the client is in the hospital at time of closure, or bedridden per a doctor’s orders, and that would have to be verified.”
He sniffed the air again, thinking he may be losing his mind. He didn’t see anything out of the usual, and he was scanning, hard. He veered to the left, then the right, and all around. All of his items appeared to be in their appropriate place. He pulled at various drawers from his file cabinets and desk, and nothing looked disturbed. Scratching his head, he listened to his client ramble on the other end.
Hmmm…the smell could be coming from one of the vents from an adjoining office space.
“Mr. Jacob, let me look at my schedule and set up a final wrap up meeting with you... No, today won’t work, that I know. I don’t believe it is…I just finished that portion, and need to get your packet together. I can have it complete by tomorrow morning if I rush and put all of my other assignments on hold…yes. Good, I will see you at noon tomorrow.”
Ace disconnected the call and placed his hands on his waist. His mind must’ve been playing tricks on him, wouldn’t have been the first time, but regardless, he wasn’t a person prone to illusions, hallucinations and the like. The only thing that came remotely close were those damn dreams, but that was a non-factor right then and there. He sat down behind his desk and fumbled through his bag to remove his laptop, set it up, and begun working on his newest case after he wrapped up the Jacob one. The guy was seriously falling apart as he waited to find out about his work colleague. Ace had spent the last several nights doing long hours of surveillance for the case.
It sure as hell wasn’t helping his love life, and he was dead tired, but it was a requirement of the job. As he continued to maneuver about, he noticed something that put him on edge. Then, out the corner of his eye, he spotted two envelopes. He’d left them there overnight, but they were turned slightly to the right. Ace’s OCD about the matter jumped in. They weren’t straight.
I don’t leave shit tilted. I just don’t!
He looked at the damned things as if they were growing a fungus right before his eyes. The cleaning company that worked his floor had not been in last night; they only came in on Wednesdays and he’d gone over the rules extensively with them, and staunchly stated they were to never touch anything on his desk. He tried to imagine how in the world the envelopes were spun just so. Standing slowly from his chair, he peered around the area, taking long leisurely steps as he meandered past his desk, the empty pitcher of water and two glasses for clients set neatly out on a white tray. He looked towards the window that showcased the morning rain drenched city streets; the curtains were just as he’d left them, too.
Hmmm, maybe I bumped them in my haste last night before I left; my leg may have touched the table as I rounded it. It’s possible, I was in a hurry. He touched the envelopes, anticipating how Brooklyn would react when their contents were presented to her. One held a love letter to her, something he’d never done in his entire life, and the other held tickets for a special surprise event. He turned them in the correct direction, then returned to his seat. He grinned from ear to ear as he anticipated taking his sweetheart for a much needed evening out on the town later that night…
~***~
Brooklyn could not un-pinch her tight expression. Her lips twisted as if being swirled on a conical stick and her frustration would not dismount; this shit only built skyward like a pyramid.
I can’t believe this.
The rolls of imperative research had been documented on a Rwandan excavation, and here they were, reverted.
How does this happen?!
She flung the photos onto her desk, snatched her office phone up and dialed.
“Do you realize that the film for the Rwandan slave remains is all capsized? They are like negatives, but are also blurry…No, I didn’t receive any other emails or files. I picked these up myself, from the film lab.” She snatched one of the photos she’d just flung off from her desk, took a deep breath and peered up at it, the light flowing through it, showcasing once again the horrid mistake.
“Well, there is nothing I can do with these.” She hung the phone up and slumped in her seat.
How am I going to reconstruct anything from nothing?
Oh yes, this had happened before, but she had a bit more to work with typically. She spun around to her computer and pulled up a database on the ‘Crown Enterprises LLC’ software that she and the museum information systems director had co-designed. The software had become so popular and used by so many other archaeologists, that it had rendered her very first award and notable accomplishment, eight years previously. A patent was even applied for and processed, something she hadn’t taken into consideration at the time, but luckily for her, her business partner had the forethought to think that matter through well in advance. The ‘Crown Software’, a database for authentication of human bone identification and categories, had spread like wildfire, making work in her profession more efficient. With her archeological knowledge and her colleague’s software innovation experience, it had been a match made in heaven. However, with this great attention and sudden fame came the desire to document…to document, her. Brooklyn simply couldn’t have that.
She was in a state of panic as people from the science community swarmed in to conduct interviews and then when cameras were whipped out, she had to demand that she not be photographed and God forbid, that any photo of her be published. Many had bluntly told her these requests struck them as odd.
But Brooklyn, in her young years, had managed to do something archaeologists had only considered a pipe dream. Full of life and vigor for her occupation, she never considered the consequences. So she played herself down, stayed humble, stating in explanation that what she looked like was inconsequential; the development and crucial breakthrough in their industry should always be the focus.
Beyond frustrated, Brooklyn typed in various bone coordinates. At this point, the sex of the remains couldn’t be determined, either. She was going to keep on trying nevertheless; besides, this was what she did…this was her life.