Whipped Cream Dreams (Book 1 of The Sweet Treats Series)
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His fingers were softly running through my hair, pulling it up from the front and nape, away from my face, so he could really get a good look at me.
I did want him to watch me while I watched him, my face more likely covered with everything but I didn’t care as I took more and more of him greedily. Every time he moaned, the more I kept at it. Fingers gripped into my hair as he moved my head up and down. “Shit!” he groaned out when my mouth sucked him hard, his thighs tensed before he moved my mouth from his cock. Frantically he pulled me up, took off my pajama pants and pulled me up to where I wrapped my legs around his waist. He looked around, then moved me over to the coffee table and laid me on it. I thanked God himself that the table was made of marble, something that a customer of mine had offered to me as a present for my birthday along with a beautiful armchair.
I took off my top and watched him reach over to the rest of the confection.
Callion took a heaping handful of it then smeared it along my chest. He looked at me as he went down to lick and suck on my breast and nipples.
All I could do was sigh and enjoyed how he was making me feel. My head flung back over the edge of table while his hands squeezed and that tongue of his running along my erect nipples. Every part of me was buzzing with anticipation. I longed for him to take me over and over again for as long as I could handle him. I know this was that chance and I wasn’t about to let it get away from me.
He stopped again, this time to get what was left of the chocolate mountain and eventually, he literally dumped it in my lap.
I shot up like one of those jack in the box clowns that children would play with only to hear him laugh it up at my expense. His hand roamed over the cream, slathering it over my stomach as it dripped its way down between my legs.
I hitched up a bit when his fingers went deep into the folds, pinching my clit only making it harder, now I was the one who was wiggling.
He moved even further down, opening my legs to where he could make himself comfortable there. He slowly feasted on me, swirling, licking, tasting and sucking me. I bit my finger to keep from crying out but the pain of my teeth going deeper into my skin, almost to the bone was too much for me to handle and I just let it out.
“That’s right darling, don’t hold back.” He told me as he continued licking me some more.
My body started to shake and quiver while my back arched off the table. My hands grabbed hold of his head while my legs wrapped themselves along his back as those strong hands cradled my ass. I held his head down, as my orgasm completely took over my body and mind, along with my voice as I shouted out so loud and strong. I’d never shouted so loudly in my life but God, did this man do something to me when he ate me out.
Callion then pulled me off the table, down to the floor where he moved in between my legs once more but this time, his hips met mine as the welcoming feeling of his cock slid deep inside of me. We continued to kiss while making love to one another on the floor that evening. I know we must have given my neighbors underneath quiet a concert because plenty of banging, thumping and moans were made throughout the night.
But man was it ever worth it.
It has been over six months since our first date, six months of keeping things a well-guarded secret from everyone in town. Callion would constantly ask me when I felt was the right time to let others know because we’d been keeping our secret for so long. So, I told him one night when we were together, “Surprise me”
Well….he sure did give me the shock of my life.
That particular Saturday I had the day off and Callion told me to come to the poetry reading that night. So I dressed up, which I knew when Marsha saw me was it would be the first time she’d ever seen me dressed up.
“Wow Roya, you look absolutely amazing in that dress.” She complimented me when I sat at one of her tables.
“I know it’s a shock to see me wearing something besides jeans and a work shirt.” I smiled.
“That’s so true but you do look amazing. What can I get you to drink?”
“How about a sweet iced tea with lemon?”
“Coming right up, oh by the way, I heard that the Greek God is going to do another poetry reading tonight.”
“Oh really, I didn’t know that,” I lied as I gave her a look of complete shock. “I wonder what he’s going to recite this time?”
“Who cares? I mean really, just to see him standing there looking all hot as hell in those tight pants of his. Well, I take that back, I do love his voice too.”
I laughed as she made her way towards the bar to get my drink. I looked around to see if I could see him or Andre with whom we would sometimes go on double dates with him and his girlfriend Connie. But of course, I saw no one just yet and I waited for Marsha to bring me my drink. I didn’t want to fill up too much because I knew later on because we would be going to eat.
That’s when he came through the door, looking just as handsome as ever, wearing a white shirt that hugged his chest along with the blue jeans which were torn just a bit but not a whole lot. I noticed him looking my way but quickly turned to talk with Andre along with Connie close behind.
He’d gone his separate way but Andre and Connie came over towards my table. “Why hello, at least you were able to save a table,” Andre greeted me, bending down to give me a kiss on the cheek.
Marsha walked over and I could see her face, she was completely shocked at what she saw when he kissed my cheek. She put the glass down in front of me, still looking like a deer caught in headlights.
We both looked at her for a moment before I said, “Marsha, are you alright?”
Quickly, she snapped back into reality. “What can I get you guys to drink tonight?”
“I’ll have a Coke and what would you like dear?” Andre asked Connie.
“I’ll just have water with lemon please.”
Marsha kept looking at us, which was too funny for words as she slowly walked away.
When she was completely out of sight, I started to chuckle a bit.
“What is wrong with her?” Connie asked.
I looked back once more before I talked, “She has had the biggest crush on Callion for years now. I think you shocked her when you gave me that kiss on the cheek.”
Andre chuckled while Connie interrupted, “So she doesn’t know that you two are…?”
“Nope, no one knows about us being together. I told him that when and if he wanted to, he could do so.”
“Wow, I honestly would have told everyone that I was dating him, so the ladies wouldn’t be all over him.”
“Well, they do but he knows where his heart is and that’s with me and that’s all that matters.”
Soon Marsha came back over, sat the drinks in front of the two as Richard came up on the mic and tapped on it as the feedback came through, “Ladies and Gentleman welcome to the Brownstone Café Poetry Night. I want to thank those that are new here and those who are regulars for coming tonight.”
“So, do you know what Callion is going to do tonight?” I asked Andre.
“He wouldn’t tell me, he told me it was going to be a surprise. Something short and sweet he said.”
Short and sweet, I thought. With Callion, there was no telling what that could be. He had a habit of surprising me. Like the time when he came in for coffee one morning and when I walked by his table, he pinched my butt in plain view of some of the other customers. I didn’t say a word, much less did I look back at him when he did it. But when I came back, I pinched him hard on the arm and he almost jumped out of his chair. Later on, when I went over to his place, he told me that he could still feel that pinch hours later.
As the evening dragged on, I would see Callion talking with a few people, most of them were girls who’d been flanking around him. He did come over to our table and touched my back ever so softly, which when he first did it, I didn’t know what to think. But later on, he told me that whenever he would touch my back like that, it was my sign that he was thinking of me always.
I looked on as he came up to the mic, I could tell even though he’d done this three times before, he still felt nervous. He grabbed hold of the mic and gave a small smile before he said, “Good evening everyone, the poem I plan on reciting is by Christina Rossetti and it’s called ‘I loved you first: but afterwards your love’.” He cleared his throat before he talked as I gazed around to see every woman’s eye was on him. But what he did next—really threw me for a loop.
He started to walk off the stage, still with the mic in his hand and made his way through the crowd, towards me. I could hear a lot of hoots and shouts from the crowd when he got on one knee and then he pulled out a piece of folded paper from his pocket. His smile lit up his face, softening those chiseled features of his. “I love you first but afterwards your love outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier son as drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? My love was long, and yours one moment seemed to wax more strong. I loved and guessed at you, you construed me and loved me for what might or might not be. Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong. For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine’, with separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done, for one is both and both are one in love. Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine’. Both have the strength and both the length thereof, both of us of the love which makes us one.” He reached over, seeing that I was starting to tear up and wiped my tear away, as I heard a few people saying ‘awww’. “I love you Roya always.” And that’s when it happened, he moved in and gave me a kiss that would rival that of Rhett Butler and Scarlett O’ Hara or John Wayne and Maureen O’ Hara from the Quiet Man.
Sure, I felt absolutely embarrassed but when he laid that kiss on me, all of it didn’t matter. He professed his love for me in front of the entire town and everyone would know that I was his and he was most definitely mine. When he finished kissing me, he looked at me and said, “So, why don’t we go and grab something to eat huh?”
“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled as he helped me up from my chair as I grabbed my purse.
Andre and Connie started to get up.
I glanced over at Marsha, who looked dumbfounded by all that just happened. I knew she would be angry with me the following day. She was too, because she called in sick the following day and didn’t come back for another two. But I didn’t care, because I had found the man of my dreams.
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Writer was born in Jamaica Queens, New York. Although her family moved around a bit, from New York to Alabama to Georgia. Jamallah's childhood was mostly spent in Roswell, Georgia.
At the age of twelve, Jamallah started writing scripts for her doll babies. As she got older, her inclination to write grew.
Soon after reading her first romance novel at fifteen; she became hooked on romance and deviated from writing her doll baby stories, to romantically inclined stories.
Her thirst to write eventually sent her from one out of the box experience to another. She eventually engaged her thoughts and writing into writing erotic stories.
As Jamallah's interest as a reader grew, questions aroused her curiosity. Why were the heroines in the stories she loved so much, nothing like herself. She felt none of the women were full figured, or plump. To coin a phrase from the well known comedienne Mo'Nique, like "Thick Madame", a thick and curvy woman.
Often, she became upset because she felt there should be stories out there about all types of women, including thick, beautiful women like herself. Why were there no stories about full figured women who got the handsome hunk? She would ask herself after reading another romance story where the beautiful main character was thin.
After researching and finding very few stories about curvy women, Jamallah thought it was time the romance readers market read more stories about full figured heroines.
She started to write stories where the full figured woman 'ALWAYS' got her man!