Aries_Mr. Adventure_The 12 Signs of Love

by Tiana Laveen

  “Alex…” She shook her head and burst out laughing. “You need help! So crazy!”

  They trekked on and he took note of a carbon dioxide detector. He nodded in approval.

  There’s another fire detector… good girl.

  While he was staring up at the ceiling, he paid close attention to the recessed lighting—not too bright, not too dull. A chandelier in the center, giving a somber ambiance to the place. At various intervals there would be a plant or an abstract sculpture made of glass or … was that crystal?

  “And here, my dear, is my bedroom. The place where I devour bowls of cereal, work on my daily planner, spill Bloody Marys on the sheets, and cackle while on the phone with Brittany.”

  He stepped inside to see yet another fireplace, this one even more impressive than the ones in her office, dining room, and living room. Her enormous white canopied bed was layered in sheets the color of seashells, with a matching duvet and pillows, a few silver and blue ones tossed in for decoration. Slicking his hands in his pocket and rocking back on his heels, he admired the space she’d created for herself.

  “You can’t beat this with a bat. This is real nice, baby. I’ve been wondering about what they were buildin’ over here. I have been to some of the fire inspections out this way but that was at the end of the construction. I haven’t seen one of these with furniture and everything in it like this. You’ve really outdone yourself. Looks real put together.”

  “Thank you but I can’t take full credit. I spoke to a designer about my likes and dislikes and she handled the rest.” She slid off her red pumps, the bottoms of the shoes were black and shoved them to the side before plopping on her bed with a big sigh. “Do you mind unzipping my dress?”

  “Now that’s just a silly question.” He sat beside her and reached for her neck, pulling at the closure just so.

  “Thanks for a wonderful night. I really enjoyed the movie.”

  “You don’t have to thank me. We both enjoyed it; we needed it, too.” He kissed her exposed shoulder as she slid her black dress down her arms. With hooded eyes, Snow smiled at him, kissed his nose, then fell back onto her pillow as if it took all the strength she could muster. Half on the bed, legs hanging off the side, she closed her eyes and placed her hand over her face as if to block out the light.

  “I’m so damn tired. This has been a hell of a week.” She twisted to the left and turned on a small clock radio on her nightstand. The room flooded with the sounds of MorMor’s, “Heaven Only Wishful.”

  Alex got to his feet and removed his button down beige shirt, then his jeans. Lying beside her in his dark green boxer shorts, he flipped the bedsheets back and covered their bodies, wiggling under the nice and warm layers to cuddle up beside her, spoon her like a sweet dessert.

  “Well, uh, look baby, I understand you’re tired. You don’t have to do much tonight… you can just kinda lie there if you want. Either way, I want a piece of that piping hot apple pie.”

  She giggled at his words as he rolled over on top of her, caressing her arm and depositing gentle pecks all over her pretty face.

  “You never quit, do you?”

  “Not at all. Just call me the Energizer Bunny.”

  “You just keep goin’…” She wiggled the remainder of the way out of her dress and tossed it aside. “And goin’…” Her black bra landed on the floor. “And goin’…” She shimmied out of her panties and tossed them, too.

  He cupped her left breast, and its softness felt like marshmallow love and feathery beauty against his palm. Looking into her eyes, he slowly began to grind between her legs, his erection steady and ready.

  “I want you, baby…”

  Her back arched like a kitten stretching after its afternoon nap.

  Slow caresses of her nipple produced the sweet, chocolatey bud to go from supple to hard in a matter of seconds. He engulfed it in his mouth while massaging the other breast, lavishing it with the oral attention it so deserved. Snow had some of the nicest titties he’d ever had the pleasure to taste. He didn’t know how much her damn bras cost but he doubted they came from the local Walmart. He was suddenly jealous of her underwear for it got to rub up against her all day….

  He relished her roving fingers, their rough, passionate touch scraping across his scalp, and quiet moans that made his dick thicken and twitch while knocking at her fleshy pussy gates with need. With a final kiss to her breasts, he lay on his back and instructed the woman to straddle him rearward. With her back to his face, she knew just what to do, no need for instruction. Reaching for his cock—the damn thing throbbed to the point of discomfort—she rested on her elbows and engulfed the tip into her hot, wet mouth.

  He groaned when moisture dripped down the sensitive flesh of his rod. He looked at her pussy… the damn thing glistening and ready. The dark slit framed by peachy and pink tones begged to be played with, sucked and fucked. Wrapping his hands around the soft globes of her ass and hooking his palms around her upper thighs, he locked her into place. With a gentle tug, he jammed her love into his awaiting lips. His head fell upon the pillow, bringing her back with him. He didn’t miss the way her body vibrated when he curled the tip of his tongue to savor her, introduce her delectable pussy to that first lick he so desperately needed to provide.

  “Mmmm, baby…” She slurped and slid her juicy mouth all along his cock, barely keeping steady as he ate her pussy like it was the sweetest thing on Earth. He’d argue that it was… With a slow hand, he glided his finger inside her ruddy wetness while his tongue explored her delicate, saccharine folds. They delighted in each other’s flavor, the delicious 69 being played out in the most beautiful of ways, if he said so himself.

  “You must be an M&M. Your pussy just melts in my mouth, baby.” He groaned as he finger-fucked her harder, his tongue roving and slipping along her clit. His need for her essence increased by the second. Her natural scent reminded him of peaches and cream, with a touch of salt. Rounded, soft ass cheeks shook before him in tight muscle contortions, her body becoming a slow-moving roller coaster, jerking, cruising then stopping all at once… “All this honey for me, ain’t it, baby?!” Her sweet, sticky nectar trickled down her inner thighs as she came against him.

  “Yes!” She gripped his knee as another wave took her asunder, his finger still jetting in and out of her wet chasm. She dripped all over his chin, her pussy pouring onto his chest like an overturned vessel. Tugging at her arm, he forced her to turn around and face him.

  “Come here, sugar.” She covered him like clouds from Heaven. Warm, smooth feminine flesh married his needful heat that swam inside him and massaged his heart, conditioning it for her to enter. Their lips glided against one another and a sweet orgasm aftershock vibrated between them as she clasped her hands behind his neck. With a half-smile and a need to feel her deep within, he slid his hand between their bodies and guided himself inside, his eyes never leaving hers. Her full, juicy lips parted but no words came out as he pushed deep within her. Wrapping his arms around her back, he brought her down flush upon him, his pelvis working against hers, and crushed her lips in a needy kiss. Andy Shauf’s, “The Magician” played through the speakers—the perfect tempo to fuck her nice and easy, too.

  Gripping the back of her head, he kissed her hard, their legs touching and moving together in a skin ballet. Her limbs were soft, long, and smooth against his hair-dusted ones. The glint of light showed traces of saliva across their bodies. He couldn’t control the loud, hoarse grunts… sticky appendages… soaked pubic hair marinated in sweat and lust…

  Crooked, nasty words and whispered promises became the beginning and end of their time together. Somewhere in the universe, their souls had found one another and were determined to ride it out together. To make love to a woman and then not know what the hell to do when she was away was a brand-new feeling for him. Alex questioned his sanity at times, going from staunchly independent to fighting the urge to call the woman and ask her for a little more time.

  He’d never
known a lover like Snow—a woman who was bright, hard-headed, modest and strong but most of all, she remained ladylike. Her classy attire, expensive perfume and jewels garnered her attention, but what kept his eye on her was all she was inside. He didn’t give a damn about her fancy lifestyle; that wasn’t shit compared to her spirit, that God given essence no one could take or duplicate.

  The tick-tock of her fast-beating heart against his chest, the slightly crimped strands of black hair that fell against his chest, the smell of the lingering popcorn on her breath from the date, the perfectly polished nails that dug into the back of his neck and shoulders, the look in her eyes as she lost herself, giving him all of her… this was it.

  He knew it. He was in love. The mattress sighed and sang under their weight as they moved around, their gyrations faster and needier than ever. Crisscrossing his arms around her back, he slicked his tongue inside her mouth and pounded fast and deep. Balls deep, needing her to take it. To feel it. To never let go. To let him have her any way he wanted her.

  Submit to me, baby…

  “Shit! Alex!” Her voice echoed and married the melodic tunes, blending into the percussion of their ever-working bodies.

  “I’m ’bout to cum, baby doll! You ready?!”

  “Yeeesss, baby!” She worked herself against him and reached between them to give his balls a gentle squeeze. He groaned when her fingers rounded the sensitive flesh and the heated pressure of her touch was his final undoing. Rising from the pillow, he hooked her gaze while jerking his cock inside her, holding her close. Resting her head along his shoulder, she came again, weary and spent as he was certain she was. Her entire body fell limp, but he kept her steady as her muscles jerked, and his dick released inside her. It felt like another lifetime before they both climbed down from their high. Lying flat on their backs, they held each other. It just didn’t get better than this.

  You’ve gone and done it now. Try to leave me… I just dare ya…

  “If I smoked I’d grab a damn cigarette right now. Woman, whew! I ain’t come like that in a month of Sundays.”

  Snow smiled at him, then leaned over and kissed his cheek.

  “I have never come three times in a row, with anyone. You blow my mind, Alex.”

  “And your back out, too.”

  She slammed him with her pillow as they rolled about in the sheets, toying with one another.

  A few seconds later she disappeared into the restroom. He lay there with the sheets pulled up to his knees, his cock still half hard as he took in the scent of a beautiful room that smelled like sex and gardenias. Stifling a satisfied laugh, he leaned over, stretching hard, entirely too lazy to get up and get his clothing. Instead, he dragged his pants from the floor towards him and retrieved his cellphone out the pocket. After reading a few texts and emails, he set it down on the nightstand. As soon as he drifted off into a daydream, a buzzing noise pulled him into the real world. Snow’s phone. He’d heard it a couple of times as they made love but ignored it.

  He sat up and leaned over, reading the name on the Caller-ID:

  Hugh Denton

  “Son of a bitch…” he mumbled before slamming back down onto the bed. He glared up at the ceiling, a new bubble of anger forming in his throat, begging to come out of his mouth and burst. The man wouldn’t stop sending text messages.

  That relationship is supposed to be deader than a doornail, unless of course he was just playin’ possum. Why are you callin’ my woman? She’s mine now!

  Jealousy brewed within him, leaving him searing with curiosity and a flame doused in gasoline. He knew such a brutish display may upset Snow, but he simply couldn’t help himself. He’d worked too damn hard to get her, and he’d be damned if this iTunes Apple Music wind-up toy-melody-making motherfucker was going to sweet talk his way back into her life. He hated the scenarios he put together in his mind, how silly he felt at that moment, but there was no way to reel himself back in. Her phone rang once again—not a text this time, but an actual call.

  “Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch!”

  He checked the phone again, taking note that right after the missed call, another text had been sent. He couldn’t see it though, only the notification. Just then, the bathroom door opened and a naked goddess emerged. The woman moved across her bedroom with the greatest of ease, her body glistening, and opened a dresser drawer to retrieve a long, sheer, pale yellow gown. Gliding it over her body, she made her way back to the bed and slid in between the sheets, nestling close to him.

  “You can stay over if you want, Alex.” He wrapped his arm around her and gave the top of her head a kiss. He pulled her closer, needing to feel her body heat in the worst way.

  “I think I’ll do just that.”

  She yawned and he followed suit; it was mighty contagious.

  “I had to go clean up. I have plenty of extra towels and cloths, soap obviously, too.” She smiled as her eyes got heavy. He forced a smile, kissed her cheek, and glanced back over at the woman’s phone.

  “You’re plumb tuckered out.”

  She nestled her head under his chin and draped her arm around him. With one leg crossed over his groin, she assured he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He stared up at that ceiling for a spell, battling with himself, trying to convince himself to keep quiet and not make a fuss. That lasted all of three seconds.

  “Look, baby, I’m not trying to raise Cain, but Dewey has been callin’ you over and over and unless he is telling you he is moving to Timbuktu, I am not a fan of this.”

  “Dewey?” She opened her eyes, confused.

  “I mean, Huey… uh, Hugh. His name is Dewey or Hugh? Maybe Louie?”

  The woman grimaced, on to him no doubt. She chuckled and shook her head.

  “You know his name, Alex. You’re just trying to be funny. Quit bein’ ugly,” she teased.

  “Quit bein’ ugly? He’s the one callin’ my lady’s phone at all hours of the night! He was the one who probably called you when we were in the theater tonight, too. You had it on vibrate, but I heard it all right. I am the one who is supposed to be on call, not you. He called when we got back to your house tonight, too. We weren’t even good in the door before he started up. He wants to make music, huh? Well, I’ve got a tune for him that bears repeating. How ’bout, “I wish a motherfucker would! Don’t start none, won’t be none is the remix version of the hook.”

  “Alex, stop it.” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest, giving him the once over as if he were being unreasonable.

  “No, I won’t stop it.” He looked at her sternly. “He called while we were fuckin’, too. It’s like he knew. Enough already! Let him call again. I’ve got a few words for him and I doubt they’ll be music to his ears.” The fire within had gone from a small spark to an all-out inferno.

  “Alex, he’s nothing to worry about. I’m not paying that man any mind!” She rolled her eyes and waved her hand in the air. “He can’t have what’s not up for grabs. I can’t believe you’re acting like this. You’ve got nothing to be jealous of.”

  He ran his hand up and down her arm, trying to convince himself her words were true.

  It would be my just desserts for him to try and steal ’er from me… I’m tryna be a good man but it’s not against the karma bus to stop this way so I get a taste of my own medicine for some of the things I’d gone and done in the past. Lord, please don’t let this be a lesson to me, you know, Herbert comin’ back into the picture and stealin’ my girl away… Go on to someone else and come back to me when I’m 100. I promise to still be here. At least let me make good on the way I disappointed you. Give me a chance to make it right. You know my heart! Yes, I was a dog sometimes back in the day, but even an old dog can learn new tricks! I know you didn’t approve of me gettin’ drunk back in 2012 and slamming that man’s head against that table, but he had it comin’. He wouldn’t stop jibber jabbin’ about the Celtics. Is this about me and the ladies? Lord, I’ve got a whole new lease on life!

 
Just let me have ’er with no more problems. Haven’t I proven I’m serious this time around? You saw what she did to me, and on my birthday weekend of all times! I’ll never forget it. All right! Yes, I enjoyed it, but it still wasn’t right! I know you’ll probably bring up Casey, but that was different. I tried to make it work with her but she wanted a threesome with another man and I’m just not into havin’ my meat that close to another man’s dick. Plus, I don’t share… you know that. It would be in everyone’s best interest if Chewy had just gone on about his way. I’d hate to have to jerk a knot in Hugh’s tail. I’m not having it. He’s got one more cotton pickin’ time to call her, hear? I’ll tell him I’m droppin’ a mix tape called, “Amber Alert” and credit him for it. That’s awfully childish I suppose… but Lord, I’ll say it all the same… Amen.

  He was pulled out of his insubordinate and ornery thoughts, fused together in the form of a makeshift prayer when Snow resituated herself on his chest, then slowly lifted her head, rubbing her eyes.

  “Can I tell you something, baby?”

  “Yeah…” His heart beat a bit faster.

  “Remember when I said one time that people are getting away with murder, literally?”

  “Yes, I remember it. It’s the reason why I’ve been tape recording all of our conversations just in case I need them for the police. I let Joshua know that If I go missin’, you’d be to blame. In fact, we’re being recorded right now… you’re some sort of violent criminal. You put some sort of spell on the men you date, then BAM! You got ’em; they’re in the sunken place,” he teased, causing her to cackle and slap him playfully on the arm.

  “So silly. Seriously though, honey, I never told this to anyone but I don’t know, Hugh calling here made me think of it. I could never really talk to him. He was always too busy.”