Sugary Sweets: Volume Two of A Taste of Love Series

by Willard, A. M.

  The four of us pile our plates, grab our glasses, and make our way out to the living room. Once seated, I take another glance around the apartment and shrug my nose noticing how crisp and clean the place is. A part of me is happy that it doesn’t look lived in as this means Frankie is not settled here. This is her way of doing what she thinks is best and after she’s worked it out of her system, she will return home where she belongs. Just the thought of that makes me smile, which only earns me a few looks from the others. I shrug them off and lean back against the leather sofa to enjoy another slice, great company, and the feel of true happiness.

  Chapter 9

  The plane couldn’t land fast enough for me this morning. All I can think about is getting home to Hatcher. The bad thing is, he’s meeting his parents this morning and won’t be home when I arrive. It’s okay as I’ve got the perfect plan, which includes me and frosting. Even though I know he’s not home, my stomach tightens when my car enters our subdivision. I stay focused on the task at hand as I set my eyes on our house, paying no attention to the ladies waving about like crazy lunatics. With my car thrown in park, I grab my stuff from the front seat, my bag from the trunk, and head towards the house. I can hear my name being called from behind me, but I don’t stop and just throw my hand up and open the door to enter my safe zone. If I stop and speak it’ll put me behind and right now me and my body are on a time crunch. I NEED SEX and no one is stopping me from getting what I want right now. Afterwards, I’ll make nice with the nosey neighbor, but right now I need to whip up some cream and a sexy outfit.

  After I literally drop everything in the foyer, I make a mad dash to the kitchen in hopes that all ingredients are here. If I have to make a trip to the store, it’ll ruin my plan. I slowly open the pantry door as I peek in and give a silent prayer… My smile spreads wide while my eyes grow rounder as I spot everything. I fill my arms with ingredients and make my way to the counter where I start to grab my tin cupcake pans, bowl, and utensils. It doesn’t take me long to whip up the batter and scoop it into the pans before placing it in the oven. I turn back around to my mess and combine everything needed for my banana cream frosting. It’s Hatcher’s favorite, and what would be better than banana frosting? Having it mixed and displayed on his other favorite thing in life – me. Satisfied with the flavor, I quickly clean up my mess and rush upstairs with my bag of goodies.

  I notice immediately that Hatcher straightened the bed this morning before he left which causes me to let a smile cover my lips. Normally this is my job, and I’m excited to see him picking up my habits. I dump the contents of my bag on the bed while I sort through what I want. I toss a few of the new items in my nightstand drawer for later, not wanting to reveal all the goodies at once. I hold up the new pale yellow teddy that I purchased and know this will be perfect to wear. I just have to figure out how to wear this and not get frosting all over my body. The ring of my phone startles me. When I see Hatcher’s face light up my phone I answer immediately to hear his voice.

  “Hello my lover,” I say with the biggest sounding smile I can find.

  “Well, hello my wife. Have you made it home yet?”

  “I have, and I’m waiting for my husband to come home. Do you happen to know when that will be?”

  “Sooner than you think, I’m about five minutes away from the house.”

  “Oh… Are you done with your parents already?” I ask, but worry that the hint of oh shit that’s fast might alert Hatcher to something.

  “I couldn’t sit still and mother kicked me out since she knew you were on the way home.”

  “Perfect… Well, let me go and I shall see you in just a few,” I say, panicked as I hang up the phone and get my round ass moving.

  I undress and dress in record time before I shove the empty bag in the corner. I place the new toy on the bed and run downstairs. The timer on the oven shows that I have ten more minutes, but I don’t have time to worry about that at the moment. Quickly, I wipe down the counter and grab the bowl of frosting. I hop onto the counter and put the bowl next to me. I grab the frosting and begin coating my body with it. I start at my nipples, making sure they’re covered, moving down to the valley between my breasts, and continue towards my belly button. I want to make sure that I trace enough around it until I lead the way to the top of my panties. Carefully, I reach above my head and place the bowl out of the way. I try to slow my breathing down as I lay here and wait. Somehow, I think this might not be as sexy as I pictured in my head, but I’m too comfortable to move. I just hope Hatcher hurries so I can get him to take the cupcakes out of the oven for me. If not this will be a pain to get back up and do all over again. Laying here I can smell the frosting as it drifts up to my nose, causing me to reach back over my head and get a scoop of it on my fingers. Just as I place it in my mouth I hear the door slam, Hatcher’s voice calling out for me.

  “In the kitchen,” I respond with a mouth full of banana cream frosting. I swear the wait for him to enter feels as if an eternity has passed. I know the moment he enters before he says anything. I don’t have to look up at Hatcher, as I know he’s leaned up against the wall taking me in. I can feel his eyes travel over the length of my body- this only causes me to get goose bumps as I anticipate his attack. The sound of his feet approaching me gets louder and louder. Just as he comes into view the timer on the oven goes off. I don’t even have to say a word as he automatically goes over, opens and removes the two tins. The sound of the metal hitting the cooling racks soars through the room, covering my heavy breathing. Just as soon as I blink he’s in my sight liking his lips like he wants to devour every inch of my body. I just pray that he does, as I’ve never wanted him to before.

  “Do you need a little help Zara, it looks as you might have had an accident,” he states, taking a little frosting from the bowl onto his finger- slowly bringing it up to his mouth. Once the flavors touch his taste buds, he emits a low moan. The simple sound that he’s making literally causes me to squeeze my legs together and I know if I was touching him right now, I could feel his chest vibrate against me.

  “Actually, I do need a little help with something. If only I had someone here to help with this deep need – I’d be better.”

  “What need would that be?”

  “See, ever since I left I’ve had this fire burning within my body, one that only one person knows how to extinguish.”

  “Would this fire be here?” he asks as he dips his head down towards my breast. He doesn’t touch them, but I can feel his heavy breathing against my skin causing my nipples to become erect.

  “It starts there, but the flame is lower,” I direct and instantly feel his mouth on my breast. It starts out gentle with a lick around the area that is covered in frosting. Slowly, he gets closer and closer to the middle and before I know it, my back arches off the counter as he pops my nipple in his mouth. As he removes all of the frosting from the other with his hand, I gulp down all the air I can as this is home. This man, his mouth, his hands, his body- it’s all home for me and nothing else matters in this world as long as I have Hatcher. “I missed you this weekend,” I say on a shallow breath, causing him to look up at me. “I missed you too,” he responds before rising up to place a gentle kiss on my lips. He pulls back enough to say, “You made my favorite flavor.”

  “I know, I thought it would be a nice addition on me for you.”

  “Oh it’s very nice, and I see we have cupcakes for later,”

  “Only if you’re a good boy,” I say with a smile.

  “How’s this for a good boy?” he asks only seconds before his hands are behind my head pulling me up to his lips. Our mouths dance like it’s the first time in ages that they’ve touched. His hands tighten behind my neck, positioning me right where his mouth wants me. In this moment, Hatcher steals all the air from my lungs. He’s intense, but not so much that it loses the romantic quality from him. Hatcher pulls away and looks me dead in the eye, it’s another thing that he loves to do. He says he’s searching to
make sure our love hasn’t broken. In this moment I show him all the love, desire, and the world that I have to offer him. In one quick move he reaches down and lifts me in his arms. “Where are we going?”

  “To the bedroom where I can properly take care of my wife,” he says in a sultry voice. Gently, he places me down on the bed and I push myself up and over so I’m in the middle. I watch as Hatcher slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting it hang open so I can view his muscular chest. He’s taunting me as he starts to unbutton his jeans and let’s them slip down to the floor. I hear the belt buckle crash against the wood and one arm slowly comes out of his shirt. Before I know it, he’s baring his naked body to me, which only causes me to lick my lips as I want to taste every inch of this man before me. Hatcher joins me on the bed and I know the moment his eyes catch a glimpse of the new toy I’ve added to our collection. His hand reaches over and picks it up, holding it out in front of him as he says to me, “We won’t be needing this today. I know how to take care of you. This can join later.”

  “Oh you do, do you?” I ask with a shy smirk that I know will drive him crazy.

  Hatcher doesn’t respond.

  He leans up stealing another kiss, before he trails his tongue down my body following the trail of icing that’s left and not smeared against my body and his shirt. At this point he could skip every inch of foreplay and give me the good stuff, but I know how he operates, and for that reason alone he will make me wait.

  Just as his mouth hits the rim of my panties, he stops and hovers right where I want him. He knows I want him to remove them. Instead he trails to the left, and back to the right deciding to run his wet tongue and mouth down my thigh. Stopping to only come back up and trail towards my breast. He positions himself to where a hand is free to roam, he’s trying to make me beg and I have to admit that I’m close to begging for anything and everything he has to offer me. As his fingertips caress my collarbone, I turn my head and beg for him to enter me. “You sure you’re ready? I can keep going, as I want to taste you, devour you, and make sure you know how much I’ve missed you.”

  “I already know how much, it’s the same for me and I don’t want to go on any more trips unless you’re with me.”

  “Is that right, Mrs. James?” saying with his sideways smirk before he rips the thin material of my thong from my body.

  “It’s true…” I respond and allow my body to form to his as he enters me. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been so long or if it’s the fact that I’ve missed being with my husband. But I can feel every inch of him as he slowly enters. He stops to kiss me as I relax into his body, allowing for me to adjust. “It’ll be fast, but I’ll make it up to you later,” I hear before our mouths dance together, allowing our bodies to form as one. It’s as if I don’t know where mine stops and Hatcher’s begins. We move together in the same slow and steady rhythm gaining speed, and thrust until I can feel my body start to shake. This fuels Hatcher, as he gains speed with each and every move. My orgasm reaches its peek and I literally see stars. I feel his body slouch as he reaches his climax with that last thrust and our bodies move together as they come down from the high. This is what coming home should be like. Even though I said I didn’t want to go away again without him, maybe I should if it’s going to be like this when I get back. Oh hell, who am I kidding? It’s like this each and every time we are together. Always has been and I pray that it will stay this way.

  Chapter 10

  Hatcher and I lie side by side for an hour just talking about the trip and what he did while I was gone. Apparently him and Brody had some guy time and talked about Frankie. I conveniently left the whole situation out of the conversation since I plan to ignore it. If I say something to Hatcher, he’ll gossip about it with Brody and that’s the last thing any of us need right now. The girls and I have come to the conclusion that she will find her way back to the one she’s meant to be with. The best part of lounging around after sex is the way that Hatcher holds my baby bump. I know that he’s always placed his hand there, but now it feels different. It’s as if he’s emotionally trying to connect with our child, which causes my heart to swell for him.

  “I have an idea that I want to run it by you,” I say as I turn my body towards his so we’re eye to eye.

  “Okay… You do know that you have a serious look on your face. Should I be worried?”

  “No silly, I just want to look at you,” I state rather than explain before continuing. “How about we go shopping today? We can maybe look at some baby stuff, or even things that we need for the house.” I finish and wait for his response that seems to take forever. I’m starting to hear the Jeopardy theme play out in my head as I wait.

  “Sounds like a plan… You sure you ready to settle down in the burbs and become a housewife?”

  “Ha… Settle down is fine as long as I have you by my side, a housewife? Get this straight, as that is a big NO!” I roll away so I can go shower and redress for the afternoon adventure. Once I get to the doorway of the master bedroom, I stop and look back at him sprawled out on the mess of a bed and smile. Just as I turn my back I yell out, “I thought we could go to Ikea first.” And turn the water on so I can’t hear his mumble and groan about our adventure. As I step in allowing the hot water to cascade over my body, I think about what I want to get. Our master bedroom is pretty much done, or I should say it’s as good as it needs to be right now. Other than the baby’s room, I need to focus on the kitchen and living room – then the dining room. The more I think about it, I start to feel excited especially when I remember that we have a Pier One near Ikea. I can look for storage and baby furniture at Ikea, but my plan is to get our new kitchen items from Pier One. Today we will focus on a few things, then I can think and search for baby stuff. Once we find out the sex of the baby, we can then do our registry for gifts.

  “You have room for one more in here?” Hatcher asks as he climbs in behind me.

  “For now I do, but you just wait in a few months we will need one of those huge walk in showers.” I smile and grab the shampoo bottle from behind him so I can lather my hair.

  “Move back here so I can wash off and then you can have the shower to yourself. I need to be quick in here or we will never leave this house today.”

  “Such a gentleman you are, Mr. James. Why, I never would expect you to rush at anything,” I say with my best southern accent.

  “Watch yourself Zara, or we won’t be shopping today. As much as I would like to lay you back on that bed and have my wicked way with you, I’m taking you up on the offer to buy some stuff for the house. I think it’s time we have more than paper plates, and bakeware.”

  “You are no fun, you know that?” I pout as I continue to wash my body.

  “I’m more than fun, but I have to admit I’m a little excited to hear you speak of houseware items.”

  “You might have a problem, and don’t go all crazy on me. I have no idea what we are buying or what we need, so bear with me.”

  “I’ll just pay and carry the bags,” he says, placing a kiss on my cheek before he finishes washing off. I allow him to bask in this as it’s a rare occasion, but no need to get all giddy with the idea of buying for our house. I’m still not sure what style, or colors I want for us so this could be a chore.

  After I finish with my shower and throw on a comfortable maxi dress with a cover up, I fish out my phone to text Frankie. She would know exactly what colors would be best for the kitchen. But when I start to type it out, I quickly add Morgan and Natasha to the message. I need all hands on deck for this.

  Me: So I’m giving in and we are going to Ikea and Pier One. I need dishes, living room shit, and whatever else... HELP! Colors… Style… WHAT DO I NEED?

  I hit send and pray they answer before we arrive at the store. Hatcher calls out from the foyer that he’s ready, I quickly grab my purse and meet my husband at the door.

  As we drive to the city, I check my phone and notice a few texts from the girls. Thankful that they are goin
g to come to my rescue. It’s hard to think of what would be best as I love color and Hatcher is a neutral tone lover.

  Morgan: Tuscan colors for your dinnerware, you can mix and match. They would fit both you guys.

  Frankie: Teal, and mix and match is the in thing

  Natasha: White, teal, red, blue, or anything that you like.

  Me: How about I send pictures of the stuff I like?

  They all respond back with a perfect, which settles that one for me. I turn in my seat to ask Hatcher, “What colors do you want in the kitchen?”

  “Anything you want Babe, this is your house too and as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

  “Well, thanks for the help,” I say and let out a huge sigh, as I have no idea what I like. In my old apartment I had a collection of mix match shit… Paper plates, and plastic cups were my thing as I never ate at home, and dang sure never had company over to eat with me. I have my baking supplies and could always shop for those, but dinner plates? Hell no, I have no idea. You should see me when we go to his parent’s house for dinner… It’s a hot mess as his mother decorates the table in a formal setting, forks, spoons, knives, water glasses, wine glasses- you name it, it’s on that stupid table. It’s overwhelming and one of the reasons I am so thankful we eloped and didn’t have to do the fancy wedding thing. I’ll admit that if that had to happen, I would have been the MIA bride. I would have run away so fast that no one could’ve caught me. But that crisis was avoided with a simple I do at the justice of the peace. Just another quality that I love about Hatcher. He knew it would’ve never happened the way normal people get married, he knew I didn’t want a fuss, a big dress, and fancy place settings. All I needed was him to say I do with.

  Hatcher pulls in and is lucky enough to find a parking space right in front. He jumps out to round the front of the car and opens my door, helping me stand before placing a sweet kiss on my forehead. I grab his hand into mine, and turn as I set my sights on the big glass sliding doors to a place I never thought I would venture into…