Rakell finally unfroze and started to chase after him. “Wait, I can’t accept this!”
“Yes you can. You want to. Have fun, Sweetheart, and I’ll drop by as soon as I can.” He got into his black Camaro and drove away. Rakell broke into a cold sweat. Her throat was constricting. Thirty minutes ago she was wishing she could hit the mall. Jerzy was giving her exactly what she wanted, so why was she panicking? She went back into the house and called Darcelia.
“Hi Rakell! What’s up?”
“I went on an intense date last night with that student I told you about. Jerzy. I thought about it, and I’ve decided I’m going to keep seeing him. I want to be happy, and as long as we stay safe it shouldn’t be an issue.”
“Oh my gosh! Yesss! I’m so excited for you! You need this, Rakell. You need something new, something daring, something freeing and sexy.” She lowered her voice. “Did ya’ll have sex yet?”
“Almost.”
“No? So why do you sound so guilty right now?”
“Turns out he owns Smak, that amazing Polish restaurant downtown. He’s got money and he loves spending it on the special girl in his life. He just stopped by and handed me a gift card with almost two grand on it and told me to go have fun at the mall with my friends.”
“I love him already!”
“Instead of feeling happy, I feel nauseous. What’s wrong with me, Darcelia?”
“You’re scared because he’s reminding you of Marshall.”
Rakell squeezed her eyes shut. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“That bastard thought that he’d bought you or something. Then when you divorced him, he had the nerve to weasel his way out of alimony when you earned triple the little amount you were asking for after suffering through thirteen years of his bullshit. Do you really see similarities between Marshall and Jerzy, or are you just having flashbacks?”
“Jerzy is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, Dee. Ever. Marshall gave me gifts and credit cards because it made him look good. Jerzy…It’s hard for me to believe it, but he wants to see me smile. It makes him happy to make me happy.”
“There’s your answer. Shop ‘til you drop! Haha!”
“Come with me! What are you doing today?”
“Oh, mi amor, I wish I could! But the twins have a soccer game today. They’ll be really upset if I miss it, and I know monster-in-law will never let me hear the end of it.”
“Fine. I don’t need you. I can do the damage by myself, girl.”
“Make me proud!”
“Okay. Tell Rex and Ricky that their auntie says good luck, and tell Margaret to eat more fiber. It’ll help get the stick out of her ass.”
Darcelia burst out laughing. “Bye, Loca!”
Rakell strutted out of the mall with a big smile on her face and her hands loaded with shopping bags. Brand new Ray-Ban sunglasses with brown lenses and a leopard print frame shaded her bright eyes from the afternoon sun. She’d gotten her nails done, bought three new outfits and two dresses, two pairs of heels, a set of silver bangles, a body wash and lotion set, perfume, and a surprise present for Jerzy. All she needed now was a bikini wax.
She got home with her purchases around 6 PM and spent all evening pampering herself. She ate chocolates and drank some wine as she soaked in a warm bath bubbling with strawberry scented soap. She exfoliated every inch of her skin and rubbed rich, creamy body butter all over. Feeling soft, smooth and generally delicious, Rakell hoped that Jerzy wouldn’t be too tired to drop by that night after work. If he did, her evening would end as perfectly as her luxurious day had begun.
“Hello, Rakell,” Jerzy greeted over the phone at a little after 11 PM, “I’m not calling too late, am I?”
“No. You didn’t wake me. I was hoping you would call.”
He grinned. “Really?”
“Yeah. How did dinner go? Did the critics show up?”
“My friend was right. The critics arrived. I made sure my chefs used the freshest ingredients and were cooking at the highest level of their skill. I inspected every dish before it left the kitchen. I’m confident that we gave them our best. Now we have to wait for Thursday’s paper to read the article.”
“I can’t wait to read the rave reviews.”
“Thanks. I hope it’s good. How was your day, Beautiful? Did you do some damage with the gift card I gave you?”
“Haha! I sure did! I had to get my best friend to talk me into it, but I did buy some new outfits, got my nails done, etcetera. I had an amazing day. I feel great. I really appreciate it, Jerzy.”
“I knew you would. I’m glad you and your friend had fun.”
“Unfortunately, my only girlfriend was too busy to enjoy the day with me, but I still had fun.”
“What’s your girlfriend’s name?”
“Darcelia.”
“I’m sorry Darcelia wasn’t able to keep you company today. Anytime she’s free and you and her want to have a spa day or something like that, let me know. I’ll take care of everything for you two.”
“Free spa day? I think I need to marry you, boy.”
Jerzy laughed.
Rakell inhaled a calming breath. “I bought a little somethin’ for you, actually. I really want you to drop by tonight, if you’re not too tired.”
“I could never be too tired to see you. I’m driving out of downtown now. I’ll be at your place soon.”
Her heart began to pound in her chest. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Let yourself in.”
“See you soon,” he said softly.
Rakell hung up and hurried to her bedroom. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this!” She went into her bathroom and locked the door. As she changed into Jerzy’s present, she continued to argue with herself. “He’s gonna think you’re such a ho! I mean, who does this? Really? He’s gonna laugh at you. He’s gonna laugh! This is so cheesy. You really are desperate, huh? You’re gonna ruin everything. Everything’s going good so you decide to fuck it up by trying to pull this nonsense?” Rakell covered her mostly naked body by slipping into her favorite pink robe which was frayed in places after ten years of use. Her hands were shaking as she tied the robe’s cloth belt. When she looked into her eyes in the mirror she was startled by the fear in them. She looked like a child about to burst into tears after getting caught breaking a number of household rules.
There’s only one rule now. Remember? You’re good. Calm down.
“Rakell?” Jerzy’s voice called from the foyer.
“Shit!” Rakell whispered. She ran to the bathroom door and cracked it open. “I’ll be there in a second! Have a seat!” She scurried back to the mirror for a pep talk. “There’s a fine young Polish American stud downstairs right now and you’re about to give him exactly what he’s been wanting…and what you’ve been wanting. No one owns you anymore. Don’t be ashamed of what you really want and don’t be too scared to go after it.”
“You look so cute and comfy,” Jerzy grinned as he stood from the couch when Rakell walked into the living room. His sleepiness deepened his voice and weighed down on his eyelids, making his gaze softer, sultrier. Rakell smiled shyly and reached out her arms for a hug. Jerzy pulled her close, warming her body with his. “A hug from you is the perfect end to a long day,” he sighed at the crook of her neck. He breathed in her scent. “You smell so good.”
“It’s my new perfume, courtesy of your gift card.”
“You have great taste.” Jerzy lifted his face and kissed her cheek before stepping back. “You said you had a gift for me?”
“Yes. Um…Sit down, please.”
Jerzy seated himself on the couch. He stared up at her, curiosity in his green eyes.
Rakell fought against the fear that threatened to paralyze her. She made herself smile and walk forward. She toyed with the cloth belt of the pink robe. “Jerzy, your present is underneath this robe.” She grinned though her nerves were going haywire.
Jerzy didn’t even smile. He blinked at her, concerned, and h
is mouth hung open in shock. “Are you serious?”
Rakell’s stomach dropped and she went silent. She looked down at the hardwood floor to hide the hurt in her eyes.
Jerzy stood from the couch. “I didn’t mean it like that, Rakell.” He gazed at her until she met his eyes. “What I mean is, are you sure? I just never thought I’d be so lucky tonight,” he smiled.
She nodded slowly. “I want this,” she answered quietly.
He stroked her jawline with his knuckles. “You want me to make you feel good?”
Rakell’s thighs quivered. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Okay. I’m ready for my present.”
Rakell held her breath as she watched his hands begin to undo the bow at the front of her robe. Jerzy undid the first loops. Seeing that she was tense, he paused to kiss her face. He planted delicate kisses on her temple, on her cheek and finally on her trembling mouth. Once he felt her relax and lean into the kiss, he pulled his lips away and untied the belt completely. Slowly her robe fell open to reveal the red sequined flower-shaped pasties on her breasts and a red G-string, all shimmering against her radiant brown skin. Jerzy groaned appreciatively and bit at the flesh of his bottom lip. A big smile pulled his lip away from his white teeth. He pulled his hungry eyes away from her thighs, hips and breasts, met Rakell’s smiling eyes and laughed. “I get it! Two pasties and a G-string.”
“Yep,” she grinned.
He pressed his lips firmly against hers and reached his hands into her open robe to wrap his muscled arms around her curvy waist. He broke the kiss as he lifted her off of her feet and swung her around in a circle. “You’re smart, sexy, and bold, and you have the best sense of humor,” he smiled. Rakell giggled and wrapped her legs around him. Jerzy stopped spinning and repositioned his hands to her naked bottom, supporting her thighs with his forearms. He gave her rear end a soft squeeze. They stared into each other’s eyes, their hearts racing and their breathing picking up speed as their lust began to build. “Where’s your room?” he whispered.
Rakell nodded her head toward the hall. “That way.”
While he carried her to the bedroom his mouth went to work on her earlobe. Rakell gasped as his soft lips and hot mouth traveled from her ear to the side of her neck. Rakell’s legs tightened around his tapered waist when he sucked at her collarbone. He carried her into her low lit bedroom, toward her queen-sized cherry wood sleigh bed. Jerzy began to loosen his hold on her legs to lower her to the ground. Rakell buried her fingers in his dark hair and brought his lips to hers. He leaned forward and lowered his head to maintain their connection as her feet reached the plush rug.
Jerzy’s hand pulled away from her back and slipped under the shoulders of her robe. He pushed the garment down her arms and it fell to the floor, leaving Rakell in the pasties and underwear alone. He felt the intensity of her kisses slow and knew she was feeling nervous. He broke the kiss and began to remove his clothes to change her focus. Gazing into her eyes, he removed his jacket. During the few seconds it took to take his jacket off and toss it to the floor, he found himself missing intensely the feel of her lips and her soft body. He went back for more, sucking at her lips as he kicked off his shoes, unfastened his belt, and stepped out of his pants.
A glimpse of the bulging crotch of Jerzy’s black boxer briefs propelled Rakell to break the kiss and begin unbuttoning his shirt. As his smooth, broad chest was revealed, her hands tingled with a craving for contact. Quickly, she opened his shirt. As Jerzy held his hands behind his back and pulled the shirt from his arms, Rakell rubbed her hands up and down his chest, feeling the solid swell of his pecs and the definition of his stomach. Jerzy drew in a breath and grabbed her to him. His chest was pressed against her chest, his muscular thighs against her thighs and his firm stomach against her belly. The heat of his body branded her skin and soaked through her own, meeting the burning need that was swirling, tingling and intensifying within her own yielding flesh. Jerzy plundered Rakell’s mouth a minute more and then pulled away to rid her breasts of the concealing flower-shaped pasties.
His fingers found the edge of the red sequined sticker and carefully peeled it back. He pulled at it so that the pasty tugged at the sensitive skin of her nipple before coming off completely. Once both pasties were off, Jerzy admired her breasts. Her nipples were hard. “Beautiful,” he whispered. Rakell chewed at her lip, dying for Jerzy to touch them or take them into his mouth. Instead, Jerzy spun her around and hugged her from behind. Embraced within his powerful physique, Rakell’s desire doubled, and then it tripled as he played out her fantasy by claiming her left breast with his large hand, wrapping his arm around her waist and nibbling at her neck. A throaty moan escaped her mouth. Jerzy squeezed her breast a little harder and rubbed his hardness against her bare behind. Rakell arched her back and pressed back against his groin. He moaned against her neck. His hands converged on her inner thighs, stirring her need with his fingertips, smoothing his hands up and down them. One hand returned to cup her breast and the other hand slid to the back of her leg and gave her supple thigh an appreciative squeeze.
The memory of a demeaning comment Marshall once gave her caused Rakell to panic. She tensed. “I know my thighs have more jiggle than they should. I haven’t been working out as much as I used to,” she blurted. Jerzy’s hands paused. Rakell’s face burned with humiliation.
He spun her back around to face him. Shaking his head as he stared into her eyes, he held her chin and smoothed his thumb across her lips. “Shhhh. Don’t say another mean word about your body. I’m seeing an exquisite sculpture for the first time and the moment is being ruined by a misinformed critic.” He pressed his cheek to hers and caressed her back. “Believe me, your figure is exactly, exactly, the way I want it to be,” he breathed. He brushed his lips against her earlobe and whispered, “I want you, I’m going to fuck you well, and you’re going to love it.”
Rakell gasped. Her whole body flamed with renewed passion. Silence hung between them, heavy with anticipation and their soft panting. Jerzy lifted his face away from hers. The silent moment continued as they stood staring into one another’s dark eyes. Then Jerzy dove in. He attacked her mouth and pushed her toward the bed. She fell back onto her bed and moved herself up until her head was on a pillow. Jerzy followed her onto the bed and positioned himself over her. He began circling his mouth on the skin around her nipples, tickling her breasts with his smooth lips and the roughness of his facial hair. He finally sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. Rakell sighed with pleasure. He very slowly pulled off her little red G-string panties so that she was completely naked before him. As he nibbled and sucked at her other nipple, he rubbed circles against her clit with his thumb until she was writhing with the need for him to enter her. “Jerzy, please,” she whimpered. Finally he pulled off his black boxer briefs. Rakell looked down and her eyes widened. She propped herself up with her elbows. “Um…I—I don’t think I can, um…handle you,” she stammered, unable to peel her eyes away from his member. “You’re so…big.”
He laughed. “What did you expect? That I would be small?”
“No, not small…just less big.” She swallowed.
He grinned. “It really turns me on to get such a reaction from you, but I have to admit that I’m not that big. I’m guessing your ex was decidedly small,” he chuckled. He kissed at her lips. “I won’t hurt you, Sweetheart. I promise. Just let me inside you,” he growled softly. His deep seductive voice made her drowsy with desire again. She nodded and lay back down on the bed. He lowered his body onto hers and she felt his hardness press against her inner thigh.
“Wait, wait.”
“Shhhhh, you’re overthinking this again.”
“Stop shushing me and listen! Do you have protection?”
“Yes, of course.” He laughed.
“Well, put it on now.”
“Okay, Boss.” Amused, he reached over her head for the condom on the corner of the bed. She hadn’t noticed him toss it there. “Hmmm, I kind of like it
when you’re bossy, Rakell.” He smiled as he opened the foil wrapper and slid the condom down his shaft.
“Really? Then shut up and do me.” She smiled seductively up at him.
“Yes, Boss.”
She laughed and suddenly she was being filled with him. He entered her smoothly but quickly. “Oh!” she exclaimed from pleasure and surprise. His thickness stretched her adequately. She was speechless. She’d never before felt so complete in all her life.
“See…you were relaxed…and wet…Didn’t hurt you…Damn, you’re so tight.” His hand gripped the bed sheet over her shoulder and the other hand grasped her hip more firmly. Jerzy took a moment to regain control of his body after the overload of pleasure signals he was undergoing. He leaned forward and gently kissed Rakell on the mouth, then kissed a trail from her throat down between her breasts. He paused again and lifted his head. He gazed at her a few long seconds, the green color of his eyes darkened by lust and shadows, and then he began to move. He thrust into her, controlled but eager, in and out.
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