by Ju Ephraime
When he said, “You can open your eyes now,” they were pulling into his garage.
After parking the car, he picked her up and carried her into the house, straight into the bedroom, where he deposited her on his bed like a precious object. Foxx immediately stripped. She’d forgotten how much he loved being naked and how comfortable he was in his skin.
“Let me run you a bath. It’ll soothe you if you’re sore.”
She lay back on the pillow and watched him walk over to the bathroom, his gorgeous body exposed to her hungry gaze. He was just too perfect.
His butt had two deep indentations as he walked, and the muscles in his back bunched and slid as he moved. She was a bit disappointed when he disappeared from view.
Therèse could hear the water running, which gave her a chance to look at the room. It had changed from the last time she’d been here. This was most certainly a different bed than the one he had two years ago. It was still huge, but different.
Before, his bed had been a black lacquer Italian bedroom set. This king-sized bed was of dark mahogany with four pillars and had a net suspended above it. All the furniture was in the same dark wood, with the bedding and accessories in a cream color.
The contrast between the dark wood and light linens gave the room an opulent feel. But what stole the show was the large mirror, which took up the entire right wall. The mirror reflected the light, making the room appear as if it were ablaze, even though there was only one light on overhead.
Foxx came back into the room. This time he had wrapped a towel around his waist. She immediately became conscious of the fact that she was naked underneath the robe and began searching for her panties.
“Are you looking for these?” he asked as he picked up the panties from where he had dropped them on the storage chest at the foot of the bed. “You won’t need them.” He lifted her and proceeded to carry her to the bathroom.
“Put me down, Foxx,” she said, laughing. “I know you have a strong urge to be a daddy, but I can walk to the bathroom on my own.”
“And deny myself the pleasure of putting you into the bath? I don’t think so. Come, humor me.”
He lowered her gently into the water. It was just the right temperature. The bath was huge, more like a hot tub than a bath, enough to easily accommodate four to six people. As she tried to get comfortable in the water, he dropped his towel and stepped into the bath with her. He was rock-hard again, as if they had not just had mind-blowing sex.
“I’m not having sex with you again tonight. It is definitely not happening.” She shook her head, even though her nipples had stiffened at the sight of him entering the tub. Her muscles clenched, and a throbbing began in her nether region. She felt her temperature rising, and it had nothing to do with the heat from the bath.
“Are you certain this is too much for you?” he asked as he moved his mouth over her, licking the seam of her lips. He made no move to deepen the kiss and kept going back and forth from her mouth to her neck, giving special attention to her mouth, as if he could not get enough of it.
He moved deeper into the water so that it reached almost up to his waist. The broad head of his penis bobbed over the top, as if it were defying gravity by refusing to hide beneath the water.
“Je suis insatiable pour vous. I have a need of you again.”
“Foxx, you don’t have a need of me; you want me. A need is something you have to have; a want is just superficial.”
“Are you a psychologist now? You want to tell me what I need and what I want? Come, let me show you a need. Give me your hand so you can feel the evidence of a strong, powerful need, and make no mistake, it is a need.”
“No, you are wearing me out.”
“Give me your hand,” he said in a mock-stern voice.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Now who’s being a psychologist?” She tried moving away, but he was quicker and took her mouth in a deep kiss, seeking entrance. She didn’t have the strength to resist him, and with a moan, she responded feverishly to his kiss.
Foxx broke off the kiss as he moved to her left breast, which was so sensitive it was almost painful. He sucked hard as he lifted her from the water. His eyes had darkened with passion as he went back to take possession of her mouth.
As if her lips were his favorite candy, he was continually licking them. He ran his tongue against her teeth until she opened up fully to him.
Therèse kissed him back, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his rock-hard chest. It felt wonderful just to hold him; she’d missed it so much.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed her as he moved over to sit on the edge of the tub.
As she settled over him, only the broad head of his penis was able to gain entrance. He swore softly. “God, you are so tight, Therèse, but you can’t imagine how good it feels to be inside you. You have no idea.”
She moved down on him, forcing her body to accept him a little bit at a time. Soon, the entire hard, hot length of him was buried to the hilt inside her. They both gave a gasp as she settled over him.
Like a brush fire, pleasure leaped from her core to her belly, sparking sensation wherever he touched, threatening to consume her. She caressed his head, running her fingers through the thick tresses. The constant friction on her clit had her spinning out of control.
And when he took her nipple into his hot mouth, teasing it with his tongue, the sensation was too much for her. She felt as if she were going up in flames.
“Foxx, oh my God, I’m on fire.”
Even her teeth were on edge. She had to do something to relieve the sensation. She opened her mouth, showering kisses on whatever parts of his body she could reach—his strong shoulders, his chin, his neck, his sexy mouth. She kept returning, with open-mouthed kisses, to his mouth.
The sensation of going up in flames intensified as he applied more pressure to the pull on her nipple, making her feel as if she was about to explode.
She nipped him on the neck, running her tongue over it to soothe the sting. The change in his body was immediate; his cock pulsed in response as he surged into her with greater force, going so deep she exploded at once.
As the orgasm seized her, Therèse cried out then sank her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder with just enough force to sting but not puncture the flesh.
He responded by thrusting into her with such force she felt him hit her womb. He filled her so utterly she thought she’d expire from the sheer pleasure of it. She gasped and screamed his name as the hot flood of his seed flowed into her. She felt his body convulse in the throes of his release as, with one last thrust, he buried his face in her hair.
For a moment, they strained together, as if reluctant to release each other. So powerful was the feeling that she began to weep uncontrollably.
Therèse was surprised by her reaction to such a wonderful coupling. She could only surmise that her reaction may have come from being with Foxx again, like old times. She thought she’d lost it forever, and to experience such a connection of body and soul with him again brought home her vulnerability.
She was not someone who cried easily. She had done all her crying back home and had not shed a tear since her return to the island. To do so now was quite unexpected.
Foxx was beside himself. Feeling the sting of Therèse’s teeth released the primal urge in him. Witnessing her tears afterward was too much for him. But feeling the tight grip of her muscles loving him as her body pulsed from the force of her release took the last of his control.
It felt as if his entire body was exploding as his own climax tore through him, curling his toes. It seemed as if every nerve ending in his body was alive as he emptied himself inside her.
He hadn’t thought he had anything left in him, but evidently he’d been wrong. Therèse was the only woman who had this effect on him. He was insatiable for her. He had to end this bath quickly because he was still hard, and it wouldn’t
take much to set him off again. He would allow her some recuperating time before he went at her again.
After emptying the tub, he carried her to the shower, where he rinsed her off, paying special attention to her breasts and between her legs.
Once he had wrapped her in a big, fluffy white towel and carried her to his bed, Foxx massaged scented jasmine oil into her skin. He deliberately avoided her breasts because he knew he could not massage her gorgeous breasts and just leave it at that.
He wanted her to rest. She was almost asleep as it was. Foxx removed the towel and placed her under the cool cotton sheet.
Stretching out naked on his stomach, he watched her as she lay with her eyes closed. Therèse opened her eyes and gazed at him before she turned on her side and pressed her butt back into him. Spooning her body with his, Foxx pulled her to him. Her body wedged between his legs as he pillowed his head on his raised arm.
“Go to sleep, my darling.”
“I’m so tired, Foxx.”
“I know, sweetheart. I just want to look at you. I love looking at you.” His hands moved possessively over her body.
“Foxx, I can’t sleep if you are touching me like this.”
“It’s just difficult for me to keep my hands off you when I’m lying next to you like this. You are so beautiful.”
He pressed into her as he spoke, letting her feel the evidence of her effect on him.
“Turn around. Let me spoon you,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm,” he murmured as he turned on his right side with his back to her.
She had no idea he found the feel of her full breasts against his back even more of a turn-on, but he was not going to say anything to her; he was determined to suffer in silence. Soon, they were both fast asleep.
Foxx awoke before Therèse. It was 4:00 a.m., the darkest hour just before dawn. Though he was as hard as a rock again, and had been all night, he didn’t want to wake her. Lying there, he gazed up at the ceiling, replaying the events of the past few hours in his mind.
He’d imagined many things he wanted to do to Therèse as punishment for the way she’d walked out on him. His visualization always had him in total control of the situation. Experienced with women and aware of his own sexual needs, he’d thought he’d known exactly what he was going to do with Therèse. The various ways in which the scene would play out to his dictates had all been plotted out.
But evidently, he was still a sucker for her. He didn’t want her to know it, but she occupied a place in his heart, in his body, and in his mind. No amount of planning and telling himself how much he’d make her pay had been able to dislodge her from that space.
He had to be honest, at least with himself; she was in his blood, and he had no control over his emotions where she was concerned. He didn’t know what she wanted from him now, but he would take this time with her and hang the consequences. As he turned to look back at her, he found Therèse was awake and looking at him.
“How long have you been awake?” she asked, “and what has you frowning so hard?”
“Was I frowning? I was trying to think of a way to wake you without seeming too greedy.”
“What were you waking me for? Do you have something for me to eat after depleting all my strength and energy last night?”
“Oh, baby, you want something to eat? Come here, let me feed you. I have just the thing for you, just the thing that will fill you up.”
“Stop it. You are not filling me up with anything. Come to think about it, I’m no longer hungry.”
“But I am,” he protested. “Why should I starve because you want to abstain from nourishment?”
“I can’t believe you, Foxx. How do you maintain such a voracious appetite? I doubt any one woman could keep up with you.”
“You are wrong in that assumption. There is one woman, only one, whom I have found able to keep up with me, as you so delicately put it. And the only reason why she is able to do so is because she brings it out of me. So if you want to question her, I am more than willing to introduce you.”
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
“Yes. Do you want to meet her? I’m curious; maybe I’ll learn something about myself as I listen to your conversation with her.”
She shifted on the bed to turn to look more fully at him, and the sheet moved with her, exposing her breasts to him. In no time, he went from semi-erect to a full-blown hard-on. There was no hiding it from her because the tented sheet gave him away. She scooted away from him, but he brought her back to him as he lowered his head down to her mouth.
“I want to feed you. I need to feed you, my little darling. Tell me you want it, too.”
She turned to him to answer, but he moved her back so he was spooning her with his penis against her butt. Something about this position always made her lose control, and when he reached between her thighs and found her dripping wet, he was all but purring.
“You are so ready for me” was all he said as his fingers dug into the flesh of her butt. With wicked comments like that, and even more wicked caresses, he thrust his hips and entered her from behind.
Therèse let out a soft moan as he filled her up and proceeded to rock gently until he was buried to the hilt inside her. He soon had her pressing back into him, feeling the pleasure grow to a fever heat inside her until it splintered into a million blissful pieces as she cried out his name, erupting in ecstasy.
Therèse remained with her back to him, still connected with him. His arms encircled her as he spooned her snugly. Twisting her head, she offered him her mouth. He took it in a deep kiss. She broke off the kiss as she felt him pulsing inside her.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she told him.
He quickly disengaged them and got out of the bed, naked without a hint of modesty. He cleaned up with a towel then came back to the bedroom and proceeded to clean his seed off her inner thighs.
“Do you want a shower or a tub?”
“I’ll settle for a shower because I am starved and I need some coffee.”
“The coffee is on. It’s on a timer and comes on at five every morning. Seeing how we’ve been up for a little over an hour, that coffee has been on for more than ten minutes now. I’m going to prepare breakfast while you take a shower. Look in the top drawer to the left of the bed and grab one of my shirts to wear, like you used to. You can wear it to breakfast, or you can come to breakfast à nu.”
“Whatever à nu means, you can forget it. I’ll take the shirt.”
“All kidding aside,” he said, with an adorable grin on his face, “I won’t prepare anything for you but breakfast. I realize you are out of practice, so I won’t push you beyond your limits. Go on now, take your shower.”
She wanted to stay and discuss being out of practice further, but common sense prevailed, and she went to enjoy the luxury of a shower. And it was a luxury. The shower was out of this world, with twenty-five showerheads shooting power sprays of water at every part of her body. When they’d been in it briefly the night before, she was too out of it to fully appreciate its uniqueness.
There were even showerheads in the floor. She only had to open her legs to let the pressure of the water soothe her battered flesh. There was no way anything was going inside her again soon, at least not for the next twenty-four hours. She had to allow her body to recover, even if it meant she had to stay away from Foxx.
Something coming from the kitchen smelled wonderful, and it was making her stomach rumble. Ending her shower as quickly as possible, and without drying her hair, she donned the shirt he had left for her on the bed.
She bunched her wet hair up into a towel, turban style, and walked into the kitchen just as he was removing a pan of kippers and onions from the stove. She loved kippers, especially the way Foxx prepared them. They were scrumptious. He had some fried dumplings to go along with them and a pot of the strong island coffee. She was in heaven. This was, without a doubt, her favorite breakfast
.
Foxx took a seat next to her and fed her kippers as if she were a child just learning to eat. She dutifully complied, wanting to please him, even though she felt silly every time she opened her mouth.
“Open wide,” he said, and she’d dutifully obey. He would feed her and follow it with a kiss on her lips, claiming to be removing bits of food from her mouth.
She was having a wonderful time, and all the suffering and sadness she had undergone from not being with him was almost a distant memory. Even though the event that had sent her running away from him tried to surface in her mind, Therèse was determined not to allow anything to interfere with her time with Foxx.
After breakfast, they sat for a while in the kitchen as he told her what he’d been doing at his restaurant and what he had yet to do to bring it to the level he wanted. He was happy the soccer season was over so he could now concentrate on completing things at the restaurant and wining and dining her.
It was almost eight a.m. before they completed breakfast and moved from the kitchen back to the bedroom. She needed to make herself presentable so Foxx could take her to the hotel to get a change of clothes. Wearing his shirt back to the hotel was fine because it fit her like a shirt-dress. Therèse didn’t need to wear any underwear but her panties.
“Would you like to spend the day with me at the restaurant? I would take you sailing, but they are expecting a storm, and I would rather not be out with you on the open sea in bad weather.”
“You know I’m not the best sailor, so I’ll be perfectly happy to spend the day with you at the restaurant.”
“By the way, I forgot to mention it, but while you were in the shower, Wolfe called and invited us to dinner at his house. You’ll get to meet his wife, Daphne. She’s expecting their first child, and Wolfe is very protective of her; he doesn’t even want her to drive to town alone.”
“Why, is she sickly?”
“No, but she had a scare before they got married. One of Wolfe’s old girlfriends attempted to kidnap her to ship her back to America.”