by Ju Ephraime
She wrapped her legs about his hips, and with one thrust, he entered her halfway. He withdrew, keeping his hands around her waist to steady her. Then he thrust in deep, using the weight of her body to impale her on his engorged penis. He pulled her back and surged in deeper as he thrust upwards. She tightened her legs and pressed down until their bodies were practically fused together, joined at the hips. He was so big he stretched her until it was slightly painful, but she welcomed the pain because all that mattered was her possessing him and having him possess her.
They were both gasping, unable to breathe with their mouths closed. She wound her arms around his neck and moved her mouth over his in a kiss that was ravaging and voracious. She dragged her open mouth over his face and licked greedily at his sweat-dampened brow. She was quickly coming apart.
Feeling the rhythmic squeeze of her inner muscles, Wolfe bent to kiss her fiercely, his tongue stroking the edges of her teeth and probing her sweetness. She began whimpering against his lips, and he could tell she was about to hit her crest. He dragged his mouth away from her, licking the pulse beating at the base of her neck. He licked and sucked in unison with the movement of his body, plunging into her again and again.
Soon her whimpering became louder, and her inner muscles were actually sucking him in. Not being able to stand it a moment longer, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth into the muscle of her neck, not enough to break the skin but enough to cause her some pain. This pushed her over the edge, and she shattered, and he followed her, emptying the hot flood of his release inside her.
He walked with her, their bodies still joined, and lay her down on the edge of the bed. He was still hard as a rock. Raising her legs over his shoulders, he continued to make love to her, this time slowly, kissing and loving every part of her body within his reach while they remained connected at the hips. It was much more difficult burrowing through her tight muscles because she had clamped up after climaxing. Her muscles were continually clenching around him, sending streaks of fire racing to his groin.
He couldn’t help himself. Rearing back, he braced himself and thrust into her repeatedly, dragging the broad head of his penis across her sensitive spot every time he withdrew, only to slam back in again, hitting her sweet spot, over and over.
Wolfe didn’t think he could survive the pleasure rushing through him. He drove deep, bumping the scalding heat of her cervix. It felt as if her body was loving him, even as he slammed into her. He knew he was out of control, but he didn’t seem able to help himself. His need for her was riding him hard.
She tossed her head against the bed, her face flushed, her eyes glazed over with lust. He shifted position, pulling her back to the edge of the bed because she was constantly drifting toward the center. Leveraging himself, he set up a fast, hard rhythm, watching the reaction on her face, which was damp with sweat. She was breathing through her teeth, which told him the sensation was riding her just as hard as it was him. Her fire was burning him hotter and hotter, the pleasure so exquisite to be almost painful. He gave one deep thrust and emptied himself inside her.
Wolfe took her along with him, pumping into her as he reached between their bodies to the hard nub between her thighs and began applying pressure to it.
Daphne literally almost came off the bed, shuddering as she felt the release coming on strong. Reaching up, she pulled his face down to hers just as she exploded. She’d meant to prolong the kiss, but the sensation was too powerful. She had to release him, her breathing harsh and loud in her ears as she chanted her love litany to him, “I love you, my darling. I love you. I love you, oh, God, I love you.”
The feeling burgeoned and rose through her, buoyed her then swept her free into calm and blissful contentment.
It was only when she came back down to earth that she heard him say, “Je t’ adore. Tu as mon coeur, ma chérie, maintenant et toujours. I adore you. You have my heart, my darling, now and forever.”
T wenty-three
Wolfe woke and glanced at the woman asleep beside him. His arm was around her. He moved his arm so he could turn to get a better view of her face. She remained asleep, and he stared at her features, relaxed in sated slumber, her glorious hair in disarray. The smooth skin of her shoulder was visible, and he could see the evidence of his possession where the cover he’d placed over her had slipped. The tip of one creamy breast was exposed, the nipple ruched, in remembered pleasure.
The sight of her held him transfixed, but he had to move away from the bed because he again had a monstrous hard-on. Where Daphne was concerned, he was insatiable. He walked over to the bathroom, his penis protruding out in front of him. He could no more control it than he could control needing to breathe. He remained standing, looking out the bathroom window, thinking how his life had changed since he’d last looked out that same window less than twenty-four hours ago. Now, everything appeared brighter, the colors more intense, more vivid. Even the birds appeared to be singing more sweetly.
He was getting sappy.
He became aware of heat infusing the back of his neck, and he knew without turning that she was awake and looking at him. He turned and went to her.
Daphne watched him, letting her gaze play over his body. She was accustomed to seeing him in the nude. After all, he’d been nude when they’d first met. However, she never tired of looking and admiring him. He had a perfect body. He was handsomely sculpted from the proud set of his head to the broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and hips to his tight, indented buttocks and those legs, those powerful legs. He seemed deep in thought, and she didn’t want to distract him, but she saw no reason not to look her fill. She kept watching him beneath her lashes. He appeared fascinated by something beyond the window.
She was still basking in the afterglow of their joining, the remnants of pleasure still coursing through her body. Just thinking about the number of times he’d brought her to orgasm had her blushing. She was aware he’d been incoherent with lust, but she couldn’t help it. She’d missed him so much, particularly the way he pleasured her body. But more than anything, she’d enjoyed making her apology to him.
She intended to apologize to him as often as he would allow her. She believed it would take several episodes before her conscience was appeased. Thinking of this, she sighed in anticipation of her self-imposed sentence. How she would enjoy her punishment.
She was so occupied in her thoughts of self-punishment that she was not aware Wolfe had walked back into the room. She allowed her gaze to travel once more over him, noting with interest that his penis was protruding out in front of him, as hard as ever. He held her gaze for a loaded moment then sat on the edge of the bed and ran his finger over her bottom lip before leaning forward to take her mouth in a kiss. Just looking at him was making her hungry all over again. She didn’t know what it was about this man that brought out the wanton in her. She was insatiable for him.
Wolfe didn’t want to abuse her body after their intense rides of the previous night. “Are you sore?” he asked.
“Not that I’m aware of,” she replied.
“I didn’t intend for it to be so intense.”
“Why? I love intense.”
He searched her face. “Let’s do it again at a slower pace.”
“Why?” Daphne asked. “I do believe I’ve already confessed to loving the intense.”
“You may like it slow and easy, too. You won’t know unless you try it.” Moving onto the bed, he leaned over her and kissed her very gently on the lips. It took effort on her part to remain passive while he continued his maddening exploration of her lips. Finally, she kissed him back and settled down to let things proceed as they might.
When she awoke from the last slow and gentle ride, Wolfe was not in the bed. She called out to him, but there was no response. Getting out of bed, she washed briefly, slipped on one of his shirts, and made her way to the kitchen. Wolfe had left breakfast on the warmer, along with a note informing her he’d gone for a swim. She was happy he hadn’t neglect
ed his second-favorite pastime.
She sat down to breakfast and enjoyed every morsel. She hadn’t eaten this much since she’d left the island. She smiled to herself. She’d been starving herself in more ways than one. After breakfast, she tidied the kitchen and settled down to wait for Wolfe’s return. She didn’t have long to wait; he was back in less than an hour.
“What time did you leave for your swim?” Daphne inquired. “You’re back early.”
“I have been gone three hours. You were sleeping like a baby, and I didn’t want to wake you. Did you enjoy your breakfast?”
“I certainly did. Thank you.”
“I figured you would be ravenous after the workout you had last night,” he said.
“And now I’m refueled and good as new.”
“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” he asked.
“I’m not suggesting anything. You have a one-track mind,” she responded, laughing. “We haven’t had an opportunity to talk. Let me take a shower, and I’ll join you so we can have that important talk.”
After her shower, he brought her a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice, and he had his usual Hennessy.
“Isn’t it too early for alcohol?”
“No,” he responded. “Hennessy is good for the bones, and it is almost lunch time.”
He wanted to know how her time had gone since she’d left the island. She filled him in up to the point when she decided she had to return to the island because she was missing him too much.
“I prayed for that to happen,” he admitted. “Come here.” He held out his arms. She walked into them and rested her head on his shoulder. “I missed you so much, my darling,” he told her. “I was like someone possessed. In the end, I had decided I would have to travel to America to see you. Evidently, we were working in sync, even though we were thousands of miles apart.” He laughed. “And my mom will be glad to know I am still on the island. She was very worried about my going and leaving Foxx!"
“On another note, you know we have to begin making plans for the wedding almost immediately.”
“I know,” she said, “I came prepared.”
“In that case,” he said, reaching in the top drawer of his night table, “I have something for you. Give me your hand.”
Daphne was surprised to see the beautiful ring he placed on her finger. It fit her perfectly. It was a diamond solitaire surrounded by baguette and round diamonds, all set in eighteen-karat white gold. They spent the rest of the day talking sweet nothings to each other, trying to make up for the time they had lost.
It was almost dinnertime when the elevator buzzed, signaling someone was coming up to the house. They were surprised to see Foxx on the hall monitor when he rang the doorbell. When he saw Daphne, he was speechless. “I came here because someone reported seeing activity in your home, and I knew you were supposed to be in America by now. The last person I expected to see here was you and Daphne too! Tell me how this came to be. I’m all ears, and I have all the time in the world.”
Wolfe laughed. “Stay for dinner, and we’ll fill you in.”
“I’m not really hungry, but for this, I’d eat a cow if that’s what it took,” Foxx responded.
The dinner with Foxx turned out to be quite entertaining. He was always acting the comedian, and this night was no exception. His imitation of the new chef had Wolfe laughing so hard he was in tears. Daphne had never seen that side of him, and it thrilled her to see him so relaxed.
When Foxx heard they’d just become engaged, he wanted to be the one to tell their parents. “I can’t wait to see them, especially Maman, speechless for once. Did you know she had you coming back without Daphne? She was convinced this was a total waste of your time and money. I had to keep reminding her that you’re a grown man and make your own decisions. Now, you’re indebted to me.”
As Wolfe was about to remind him that he was the one who’d planted the seed of doubt in their maman’s ears to begin with, he held up his hand, saying, “No, don’t thank me yet. I will find something I want very badly and collect then. Lip service will not do it.”
“I wonder what it is that you want so badly,” Wolfe inquired. “Could it by any chance be wearing a skirt?”
“What are you insinuating?” Foxx asked, becoming suddenly quiet and losing some of his bravado.
“I am not insinuating anything, just wondering and thinking aloud. Come on; let’s play a game of dominoes for old times’ sake.” That lightened the mood, and Foxx was back to his silly self once again.
Daphne loved watching them interact. They looked so much alike it was as if she was seeing double. She was able to observe Foxx undisturbed.
Foxx gave the impression that he didn’t take anything seriously; however, after observing him for a while, she had to agree with Wolfe’s assessment of him. His joviality was a facade, masking a sharp mind and inner seriousness. You never got to see the real Foxx unless he decided to drop the facade and give you a glimpse of the man behind the mask.
Wolfe didn’t resort to such protection. He let you know up-front he was not to be trifled with. His smile was a rare thing, but when he bestowed one on you, it was electric. His laughter was even more reserved, but it reverberated in his chest, and it always ended with a slight chuckle. It was a privilege to share a laugh with Wolfe, and she believed Foxx was aware of this and appreciated it. All in all, she learned a lot in that one evening with the two brothers, but her greatest joy was to hear the unique sound of Wolfe’s laughter. She loved it.
During their rough and tumble courtship, they’d both been too busy trying to sort out the emotional vortex in which they found themselves that they hadn’t taken the time to enjoy the little things, like the sound of each other’s laughter, for instance. She did not know why he did not laugh more often, but she was determined to hear more of it—something so uniquely his should be shared.
After much discussion between the brothers, it was decided that Foxx would accompany Wolfe and Daphne to their parents’ home to break the news of their engagement.
The three of them left Wolfe’s home together, but Foxx chose to drive himself, his argument being that if he needed to leave early, he could leave and not interrupt their time. Wolfe thought it a valid argument. His mother could be a bit difficult sometimes, and in those times, it was always best to leave because you would never have the last word with her.
T wenty-four
It turned out to be a chance to tell almost the whole family. When they arrived at Wolfe’s parents’ home, his two older siblings, along with their children, were visiting with his parents, and his younger brother and sister were also at home on a school break. Daphne would have much preferred it to have been only the three of them at the house with his mom and dad. She’d hoped to get a feel for how his parents felt about her as a daughter-in-law. But with all of Wolfe’s immediate family hearing the news at the same time, there were congratulatory comments all around. It was a bit overwhelming for her. Being an only child, she was not used to such boisterous behaviors. Everyone was talking and teasing Wolfe at the same time they were eating, drinking, and talking.
Wolfe’s mother appeared to be overjoyed, but Daphne didn’t know her well enough to gauge whether it was an act or if she was genuinely overjoyed with her as a daughter-in-law.
“You must allow us to host the wedding, Daphne. We know it is tradition for the bride’s parents to host the wedding, but in light of the fact that your parents are deceased and you are not familiar with the way things are done on the island, I believe, as Wolfe’s parents, we are the next best choice. Also, Wolfe is well known on the island, and I know all our family and friends would like to be invited. This could turn out to be quite an event. What do you think?”
“Thank you,” Daphne said hesitantly. “I have to discuss it with Wolfe.” She looked at Wolfe questioningly for his reaction to the idea.
His expression was unreadable, but he answered readily enough. “Whatever you want is fine with me.”
“That’s what you’re saying now, until the expenses become too much.”
“If it’s the money you are worried about, don’t. My mom wants to spend her money; I can’t stop her. But what she doesn’t pay for, I will.”
Receiving no opposition from Wolfe, his mom continued excitedly, “We’ll have the reception at the Hotel Anse Chastnet, in the city. That way everyone who is invited will be able to attend. Given its central location, the guests will have no difficulty finding the place. We can also arrange for a block of rooms for out-of-town guests. I have to call my dressmaker because you will want your gown to be handmade, right?” She turned to Daphne with a smile. “Leave it to me. This wedding will be the talk of the town.”
Daphne wasn’t fully comfortable with the way Wolfe’s mom had taken over planning her wedding without giving her any say in the matter. She didn’t want a big wedding with lots of people she didn’t know. She wanted to have some time alone with Wolfe to discuss their upcoming wedding, but at the pace his mom was going, she’d have them married according to her dictate.
Daphne began getting annoyed with Wolfe. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Did he care so little about how she felt, or was he so insensitive he couldn’t see she was confused and needed his support? She wanted to leave, and Wolfe was paying no attention to her. She used the old trick of having a headache. In an instant, Wolfe was all solicitous, ready to take her home.
They went to say their good-byes to his family and made their way to the car. He stopped before they reached the vehicle because he was concerned about her headache.
“Are you okay, Daphne? Do you want to go back to my house or to your hotel?”
“I don’t care where you take me. I needed to talk with you about the way your mom was taking over the wedding arrangements.”
They got into the car and drove around the area of his parents’ home until he came to a cool spot under a large tree and parked the car.