by Ju Ephraime
It was a call from Earline. She called her back to tell her she was getting ready to take a bath and would phone her after she was dressed.
She had to hurry if she intended to be dressed before Foxx arrived. She took her time with her bath and then selected a cool cotton caftan that caressed her figure in all the right places. She applied some heat to her hair to eliminate the curls then dabbed on some light makeup. She picked up the phone and called Earline to inform her that, yes, they could meet for dinner, and more than likely, Foxx would be joining them.
She was not surprised to get a call back from Earline immediately, informing her that she would pass on the dinner date because she’d come down with a migraine.
Therèse had a feeling she wouldn’t want to have dinner with Foxx present, but she didn’t give a damn. She had no intentions of catering to Earline. She was still pissed off at her, and being with Foxx was her priority.
She was just about to pour herself a cocktail from the mini-bar when there was a knock at her door. She went to the door with some trepidation, hoping it would not be Earline standing there.
When she opened the door and saw Foxx with a bunch of red roses in his hand, she practically flew at him. Not because of the roses, but because it was so good to see him. One would think they’d been apart for months, but it was just how she felt, and she always acted first and thought later.
“Oh, Foxx, I missed you.”
“Whoa, you missed me? I was with you only, let me count, six hours ago.” He didn’t want to let on he’d missed her, too. He’d only forced himself to conduct his business in town without calling her by reminding himself to go slowly. He didn’t want to scare her and send her running back to England. So, he pretended to be surprised by her admission to missing him, but inside, he was thinking, yes!
Lifting her against his chest, he moved with her into the room and closed the door with his foot. She looked good enough to eat in the loose-fitting outfit, which felt like silk against his skin. His cock jerked as he thought about how much pleasure he would get removing this outfit from her body.
“You look like my favorite dish,” he told her. “Come here; let me devour you. All of a sudden, I find I’m starved.”
He covered her mouth with his and nipped her lip, running his tongue along the seam before taking her entire bottom lip into his mouth.
“Stop it, Foxx, I told you I have something to tell you.”
“Go ahead. Talk to me while I gorge myself.”
“You’ll do no such thing. I refuse to talk with you while you’re carrying on this way. It’s very distracting. You know I can’t think straight when you’re kissing me like this.”
“Really? I had no idea. Come here, my little nougat. Now I’m having an even more difficult time controlling myself, if that’s possible.”
“What’s a nougat?”
“Something sweet and, oh, so gooey. It sets your teeth on edge.”
“Am I sweet and gooey?”
“You have no idea. Words can’t begin to describe how gooey you are. I’ll have to show you.”
“Can you show me later?”
“Okay, I see you’re determined to ruin the mood. Talk to me.”
“I’m going to have to go ahead and tell you outright. Earline is here. She was waiting for me in the lobby when you dropped me off this morning.”
“What’s she doing here? What does she want?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. She came to take me back to England.”
Foxx felt as though someone had kicked him in the guts. How he remained standing he didn’t know.
“Why do you need her to take you back to England?”
“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t ask her to come here. I only talked to her once, and I didn’t tell her where I was when she asked me. I spoke to my mom, and she’d been harassing my mom to try to get information from her. My mom told me she didn’t tell her where I was. I believe she figured it out on her own.”
“But why? Do you owe her money?”
“No, I don’t owe her money. Evidently she has appointed herself my keeper, and since I wouldn’t take her calls, she thought it only right to fly all these miles to come and get me.”
“How did she know which hotel you were staying at?”
“She told me she called every hotel on the island until this one admitted to having a guest with my name.”
“When are you leaving?’
“I’m not leaving anytime soon, and certainly not with her. She wanted to have dinner with me tonight, but when I told her you would more than likely accompany me, she begged off, saying she had a migraine.”
The more he talked with her, the better he was able to breathe. Whatever pressure had been squeezing his heart was easing up a little bit at a time. Man, this was a painfully close call, and he knew he wasn’t home free yet.
This woman had known Therèse longer than he had, and those groups had been known to be very loyal to their members. Look how they were able to influence her decision about him before. He needed that bitch gone. He would do everything in his power to see that she was out of the picture, and soon!
He was so busy thinking up a plan to get Earline off the island it took him a minute or two before he realized Therèse was asking him something. He’d not heard a word she said. Pay attention, Foxx.
“What were you saying?”
“I said, for the third time, do you want me to order some dinner so you can eat with me here?”
“You order what you want, but I’ll just have dessert. I had a huge lunch at Wolfe’s place.”
“Okay, what would you suggest on this menu?”
“Let me see.” They moved over to the dining area of her hotel suite. “Let’s see, how about the Crabe à la Joséphine? It’s crab salad with fruits and vegetables, and I’ll have the bread pudding with caramel and vanilla ice cream. How’s that?”
“Are you going to have something to drink?”
“I’ll have cappuccino with cinnamon.”
“That’s sounds scrumptious. I’ll have one, too.”
She called down to room service and ordered the meal. Taking one of the hotel glasses, she placed the flowers Foxx had brought her in it. She was so excited and happy to see him she’d forgotten to thank him properly for the flowers. Walking back to him, she grabbed him from behind and rubbed her breasts against his back.
“Don’t start anything you can’t finish. I have decided to let you recover tonight, but you do this again, and I’ll forget I changed my mind.”
“I just wanted to thank you for the flowers because, believe me, I’m not trying to do anything in this room with Earline next door.”
“What’s the matter? Are you afraid of Earline?”
“No, but I don’t want her to get her jollies from hearing you going at me the way you do.”
“I’ll have you know I can maintain my cool around you. You want to try me?”
“I’ll take you up on that later. Right now our dinner will soon be here.”
“I think we have a couple minutes. They do move fast, but not this fast.”
“I’m hungry, and that’s what I’m focusing on, some of that good food.”
“Don’t get too excited. Most of these dishes are premade, so all they have to do is reheat it. It was not prepared especially for you.”
“Thanks for trying to ruin my appetite, Foxx. Notice, I said try. I’ll not allow you to talk me out of eating dinner.”
She went to the door to let in the hotel employee who wheeled in a serving table. He busied himself setting it up. She signed the bill, gave him a tip, and turned to Foxx to invite him to the table.
Therèse took a bottle of Chardonnay Fumé Blanc from the mini-bar, and since it was a mini-bottle, she was able to open it herself. She poured herself a glass and one for Foxx, although he was not, as a general rule, a wine drinker.
He came and sat with her, but he only sipped the wine while he watched her eat. S
he was happy to be done with the dish. The crab legs, which she was surprised to find in the dish, were a bit too messy to eat. But over all, it wasn’t that bad. She enjoyed the salad and fruits and was ready to dig into her dessert with Foxx.
The bread pudding was like no bread pudding she’d ever had. It was warm with raisins and nuts and dried fruits. She could understand why Foxx liked it. It was, without a doubt, the best.
They retired to the couch, and she was content to rest her head on Foxx’s legs as they watched an old movie. Every chance he got, he would kiss her, but he would not allow it to go any further. She was a mess. He touched and felt her all over her body and gave her deep, passionate kisses, which got her more and more heated by the minute as he sat there grinning at her.
She’d turned her head to bite his leg when she found herself face to face with the stiff flesh of his penis. Now it was her turn to torment him. She ran her finger along the length of him, applying slight pressure to the head. He hissed, took her hand in his, and brought it up to his mouth. That gave her an idea.
Before she could think it through, she had undone the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. She slid her hand inside to close around hot, rigid flesh covered with velvet-soft skin.
Foxx threw his head back against the sofa. He gasped as she fisted him, stroking hard and fast. His eyes glistened as his breathing changed, and he reached to stop her, but he only placed his hand on hers and allowed it to remain there.
“If I didn’t know better,” he said, “I’d say you’d been taking lessons in how best to please me.”
Ignoring his comment, she dipped her head and took him into her mouth. Running her tongue from the head to the base, she took a deep breath and sucked him all the way in.
His breathing escalated as he placed his hand on her head as if to guide her or pull her away, but he did neither. She continued feasting on him as if he were her favorite candy. She took the tip of her tongue, fit it into the opening of the head, and slurped the pre-cum dripping there. When she began massaging his balls, he almost shot off the sofa.
He surged into her mouth and fisted his hand in her hair.
“Fuck! Therèse, you’re driving me out of my mind!”
She was excited to see that he didn’t pull away but continued to surge into her mouth as if his life depended on it.
He held her there, watching the unquestionable pleasure on her face, as her gorgeous mouth worked on him; he’d been convinced he was in control. But he lost it when she began massaging his balls in time to the movement of her mouth on his cock. The final straw was when she took both his balls into her mouth and rolled them with her tongue while she stroked him.
He felt the sensation, which began in the soles of his feet and traveled up to his spine, causing him to arch his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him.
She didn’t take her mouth off him as he came apart. She lapped up his spent seed with a sensual hunger that had him wondering where she’d learned to pleasure a man this way with such expertise and concentrated abandon. He couldn’t help thinking that, if she kept this up, she would have him even further in her thrall, her slave for life.
She appeared to be satisfied that she had reduced him to a howling fool. Looking at her, he saw that her face was flushed, eyes dark with passion, and her gorgeous lips red and plump. He released his hold on her to arrange his still semi-hard cock back into his pants while he watched her watch him.
She seemed fascinated, looking at him with his cock in his hand. He’d promised himself he was just going to spend time with her tonight, and this was still what he intended to do, regardless of what she’d just done to him. He sat back down on the sofa and brought her into the curve of his body.
“We were supposed to behave so as not to disturb your friend next door, or is it that you wanted her to hear me and not you?”
“You are too suspicious. Did it ever occur to you that I wanted to have a taste of you in my mouth? Forget Earline. I don’t care what she hears.”
“Really!” That was all the warning she had before she felt his hand stroking between her legs.
She offered no resistance when she felt him touching her on her damp panties. The heel of his hand applied pressure, and the rhythm of her breathing changed as she bit down on her lower lip.
“Foxx.” Her hand gripped his hair as she brought his mouth down to hers to kiss him in a slow, languid manner. After running her tongue against his teeth, she bit him on the lip. His reaction was instantaneous. He actually hissed at her as he groaned in pleasure.
“You like to push, don’t you?”
“I wanted to make you suffer as I’m suffering.”
“The decision to suffer was yours. All you have to do is say the word, and we’re on our way to my home.”
“I’m going to stay here tonight because I believe I will be seeing Earline again in the morning. But you are welcome to spend the night.”
“Therèse, you know my aversion to sleeping on these pillows, but for you, I’ll compromise. How about I spend part of the night? I’ll leave at four a.m. I promise to behave myself. Come on, let’s go to bed, and we’ll watch a movie.”
She went into the bathroom to clean up before changing into her PJs. When she walked into the bedroom, Foxx was reclining in the bed. His head was nowhere near the pillows, so she knew he had no intentions of relaxing enough to fall asleep.
He took one look at her, and he was in stitches, laughing so hard he was crying.
“What’s so funny, Foxx?”
“You. I’ve never seen you wearing PJs before. You are usually naked.”
“Well, guess what? I don’t want to start anything coming to bed naked. And knowing you, being naked would give you an excuse to touch me everywhere.”
“I’ll still be touching you everywhere, Therèse, don’t doubt it, but come here. You are too adorable. We’ll be watching a movie. Do you have a particular one in mind?
“No. I’ll watch whatever you select.”
chapter
TWENTY-TWO
Therèse cuddled up next to him. He was, of course, naked under the sheet. According to Foxx, he wouldn’t change his sleeping habit, sex or no, and he always slept in the nude.
“You are indeed a clever man.”
He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. “I know” was all he would admit to.
She didn’t think she would fall asleep, but she was out like a light in no time. It was not a very relaxed sleep because she could feel the hard-on that Foxx sported the entire night. It dug into her buttocks because he kept his arms firmly around her so there was no escaping it. She was only able to fall into a sort of relaxing sleep after he left around four thirty in the morning.
She was running on the soft sand of the beach, and Foxx was running after her. She knew he could have caught her if he wanted to, but he’d deliberately allowed her to run ahead of him so he could watch her butt bouncing up and down as she ran. She was naked, as was he, and they had just made glorious love on the beach. She was running to escape him because he’d promised to punish her when he caught up with her. She was excited, thinking what her punishment would be; Foxx was such an inventive lover. God, he was gaining on her. Soon she would feel his hands on her body. Her body was getting hot with the heady thrill of anticipation.
Bang, bang, bang. Crash.
Her awakening was as rude as the dream had been pleasurable. She awoke on the floor, after her body had hit the bed frame on her way down. What happened? She was so disoriented it took her a while for her to realize where she was. There was that banging again.
She crawled over to the wall where the banging was coming from, and then she got pissed. It was coming from Earline’s room. Why was Earline banging on her wall? She picked up one of her shoes and banged on her wall also before she yelled at her.
“What’s going on, Earline?” She really didn’t expect her to answer because she didn’t think the walls were that thin. Well,
she was left speechless when Earline answered her loud and clear; it was as if she were standing in the room next to her.
“Are you okay?” Earline inquired. “You were making strange noises for a while. I thought something was wrong with you. I tried calling on the phone, but you didn’t pick up, so I tried banging.”
“Let me get this straight. You can hear me sleeping while you are in your room?”
“Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“Wait a minute while I get dressed, and I’ll talk with you in a bit.”
To say she was mad and furious would have been an understatement. She took a quick shower because she always believed you got more accomplished if you looked your best. Then, instead of using the phone, she took the elevator down to the front desk.
When she got to the front desk, she was in luck. The manager was on the phone. She waited patiently while he completed his phone call before she made her demands for a different room, one that didn’t have paper-thin walls and, more importantly, wasn’t next to her current neighbor.
That taken care of, she rode the elevator back up to the fourth floor and knocked on Earline’s door. When Earline came to the door, she told her to meet her in the hotel restaurant because she was going to have some breakfast.
Therèse was on her second cup of coffee before Earline made an appearance. She was sitting there fuming at the indignity of the entire thing and could not for the life of her come to grips with the idea of Earline eavesdropping on her and Foxx the entire night.
She must have been able to hear everything that went on in her room. Had it been a stranger, it wouldn’t have upset her so, but Earline? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Why did she have to occupy the room next to hers? Had she not known better, she would have sworn that Earline knew the walls of these hotels were mostly paper-thin.
Which begged the question, why would Earline want to be next to her room when she knew Therèse had returned to the island to be with Foxx? Granted, it had taken her longer than she had anticipated, but they were just getting to a place where they were comfortable with each other. Now, there was Earline. The whole thing gave her the creeps.