Marc,
I am sorry if I offended you. Here is my peace offering. Would love to apologize in person. If you don’t want to see me, I understand. If not, I’m in room 816 West
-Natalie
Marc’s skin radiated as he savored the opportunity to see Natalie again. He hoped that she was still wearing that damned dress. He stopped past the mirror and checked out his look. Careful not to appear too anxious, he returned to the bed and attempted to eat the meal that was sent to him. Three minutes later, he abandoned his meal and headed straight for the door. He hesitated momentarily as he pondered if she would still be the angry woman he left in the lobby. He decided that he needed to see her once more just to get her face out of his head. He needed to see a flaw in her chocolate skin to remove the allure that captivated him. He vowed to himself that he would not sleep with her, since the act would undoubtedly come with drama. He would thank her, maybe kiss her, and maybe even let her give him some head. Those things would not require deep analysis in the morning. They could be easily dismissed as a drunken act.
It took him six minutes and fourteen seconds to arrive at her door after leaving his suite. He exhaled as he knocked on the door of her suite. He heard her rise from the bed and walk toward the door. She opened the door as if she were expecting him for quite some time. Marc resented that he was so predictable. Her shy smile made Marc forget that she was the woman who had just told him off an hour ago.
“Come in.” Natalie said as she invited him into her room and her life.
Marc followed her legs and dress into the vanilla fragranced suite.
“Thank you for the food. It wasn’t necessary, though. That stuff must have set you back a little something.” He said as he thought of other ways that she could have apologized without spending a dime.
“Worth every dime.” Natalie thought as she spied his muscular arms and chest through the stylish shirt and now loosened neck tie. “It was nothing.” Natalie said instead.
Marc eyed the massive bed and instantly envisioned a scene of her sweating profusely as he held her by the waist and forced her round ass onto him. She would look back seductively through her tussled long hair and invite him to make her come all over his hard tool. He blinked his eyes to remove the scene from his mind. Natalie noticed the disconnect in his eyes.
“Well, it was the least I could do considering I went a little crazy on you in the lobby. Really, that’s not who I am. I should have never drunk anything, but it is what it is. You don’t have to worry. I am sobering up and have drunk like eight cups of coffee. I didn’t ask you over here to assault you again.”
Marc relaxed a little. He was grateful that she hadn’t peeled off her mini dress yet. He was apprehensive about staying longer than he intended and decided to stick to his original plan, though his body protested.
“I accept your apology. No hard feelings.”
Marc reached over and hugged Natalie. She melted in his arms. He held her close to his body so he could feel her warmth. He hated to admit to himself how good it felt to hold her. Natalie was resigned to the fact that every inch of her body desired him. Marc’s manhood defied him and warmly greeted her body. Irritated by his loss of control, he attempted to pull away from her, but she held him tighter. Aware of the intensity of the moment, Marc reached down and held Natalie’s petite face in his hands. Her eyes spoke of anticipation and desire.
His lips touched hers lightly as he pecked her soft lips. The moment of truth had arrived. Every voice of reason in his head that told him to walk away, but they were defeated. The moment overcame him as he felt his tongue hungrily explore her waiting warm mouth. Their kiss was electric and carnal. It united their hungers for each other. She allowed him to overpower her. He greedily sucked her lips and tongue like they were delicacies that he longed to taste.
Unable to continue to fight his desire to make love to her, Marc gently lifted Natalie off of the ground as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. They continued their lustful kiss as he carried her to the bed and he gingerly laid her in the center. Her now opened legs revealed that she was nude as her closely shaved mound peaked beneath the mini dress that was now around her waist. Marc licked his lips and salivated as he eyed the moisture that had collected between her legs.
After commanding Natalie to touch herself between her legs, he grabbed her moistened fingers and hungrily sucked the dewy sweetness off of them. Moving with stealth, he quickly removed his shirt and tie, and knelt at the edge of the bed. He caressed her legs and removed the stilettos that made his manhood harden even more. He massaged her feet and then slipped her toes into his mouth. She squealed in ecstasy as he sucked on each toe. After hearing several breathless pleas for him to stop, Marc’s lips traveled up her legs, careful to give attention to each curve that he found.
He looked up intently at Natalie as he reached her chocolate mound. Her eyes were closed tightly as she indulged in the pleasure he offered.
“Open your eyes. I want you to look at me while I taste you.” His words made her moisten even more as he plunged his entire face between her legs. He grabbed her hands and placed them on the back of his head as he devoured her and groaned with pleasure. Marc mumbled erotic commands and she obliged as she opened her legs wider and struggled not to explode from his magical tongue. He licked and sucked every crevice until she had completely soaked the sheets with her own cum. As he moved his head up and down, frantically working her clitoris, she shuddered and begged him to stop. He refused and held her legs down with his hands until she came explosively.
Her shrieks excited Marc as he licked harder and faster, taking in the sweetness that her body was offering. He loved her taste and tried to capture every drop that came from her body. Natalie’s body tightened as she struggled to contain the waves of impulses that ripped through her after Marc’s erotic acts. She came undone.
Marc smiled as she bit her bottom lip when he unzipped his pants and revealed his swollen manhood. It was bursting out of the boxer briefs that attempted to house it. He wanted so badly to be inside of Natalie. He wanted to feel the warmth of her delicious gift. As he reached into the pocket to retrieve the condom, Natalie sprang up and batted his hand down. Before he had time to respond, she quickly took him in her mouth in one motion. The heat from her mouth on his tool and the taste of her mound still on his lips made his knees buckle. Loud slurping and communal moans filled the room as Natalie consumed every inch of Marc’s thickness. Marc felt himself about to explode into her mouth and ed to push her away. She smiled as she exacted her own revenge and locked her mouth around him. She sucked harder and moaned as he spilled his fluid down her throat. Marc moaned loudly as he removed himself from her mouth and collapsed on the bed, pulling her down onto him.
They both exchanged seductive looks and kissed each other gently. Natalie’s half clothed body stretched across Marc’s now damp and naked body. They were silent as he held her tightly until they fell asleep, happily dreaming of each other.
The morning met Natalie and Marc locked in an embrace. Throughout the course of the night, shrouded by darkness, they made love several times. Each time their congress grew in intensity and satisfaction for them. Marc was particularly relieved that he used a condom each time.
The sun’s rays peeked thru the closed blinds as Marc watched Natalie sleep. He softly caressed her smooth skin and wished that his life had room for her in it. Through out their night of love making, he saw a vulnerability and tenderness in her that he was immensely attracted to. She easily switched to the aggressor when the moment required it. Marc’s thoughts were seized by Natalie as he quietly took in every inch of her body with his eyes. He noticed what appeared to be bruises healing on her arms and was instantly angered. The thought of a man abusing her incited him to anger. He held her tighter and wished that he could have protected her from the weak coward that did that to her. His adjustment woke her as she opened her eyes slowly and greeted him with a warm smile.
“He
y.” She said through her smile. Marc’s response was a slow kiss that informed her that he was indeed happy to wake up next to the beautiful stranger that he was so intrigued by.
“What time is it?” Natalie asked as she rose to look for the alarm clock next to the bed.
“Am I keeping you from your man?” Marc asked jokingly.
“I guess it would be a little too late for that, now wouldn’t it?” Natalie said as she glanced at their naked bodies beneath the covers.
“I was actually asking because I think they stop serving breakfast at 10, and it’s already 11:30.”
Marc smirked arrogantly as he raked his fingers through her long hair. He wasn’t surprised that she would be hungry considering that they made love five times and did not finally drift off to sleep until 5 am.
“We could order room service.” Marc offered as he contemplated making love to Natalie as they showered and prepared to resume their lives, separately. The words “room service” lingered in the air as they shared esoteric laughter.
“I think we should leave this room before we dehydrate each other any more than we already have.”
Marc smiled as he recalled how many orgasms they gifted each other during the night.
“You’re probably right. How about Georgia Brown’s?” Marc asked as he stroked Natalie back, trying to lure her back into the bed.
“Who?” Marc laughed openly as he remembered that Natalie was from Prince Georges County in Maryland and not the trendy streets of DC.
“It’s a black owned spot. Really sophisticated, but they serve soul food. Everyone in DC goes there for Sunday brunch.”
“Oh, well that’s cool. I kinda want to freshen up a little.” Natalie said as she glanced between her legs that bore the evidence of last night’s activities.
“Yeah, I need to do the same. So you wanna meet me in the lobby in about an hour?”
“Of course.”
Natalie smiled as Marc pecked her on the cheek and rose from the bed. Natalie did the same and headed for the bathroom. He fought the urge to follow her into the bathroom to re-ignite their flame from last night. Marc thought it peculiar that she would close the door behind her, despite their open and very vocal sexual escapades.
“Women.” Marc said to himself as he quickly dressed and prepared to return to his suite. He wanted to kiss Natalie goodbye and tapped on the bathroom door. Se had started the shower already and quickly stuck her head out of the door. Marc gave her a warm kiss and told her he would see her in a little while.
After surveying the bedroom for any condom wrappers on the floor or bed, Marc headed out of the door. He walked right into a guy preparing to open the door with his key. His very feminine male face looked familiar to Marc.
“Oh, my bad man.” Marc said as he bumped into the man entering Natalie’s room. Marc felt a pang of jealousy as he considered that Natalie might have in fact had a boyfriend and was in a hurry to get him out of the room to avoid this very awkward moment. The gentleman sensed Marc’s apprehension.
“You look different when you’re not on stage.” Eric said as he reviewed Marc’s disheveled clothing. Marc was thrown off.
“I’m sorry?” “I bid on you last night for my sister— Natalie?”
Marc’s memory returned to him.
“That’s right. I got you. Sorry, I was a little confused.”
“Yeah, well I know how it is. Must have been a long night.” Eric smirked and pressed Marc for a response.
Marc chose not to divulge what he was sure Natalie would detail to him later. He returned Eric’s inquisition with a bashful smirk.
“Your sister is a really wonderful woman…Nice talking to you, man. Take care.” Marc quickly headed for the elevator.
On the way back to his suite, Marc smiled wildly about the prospect of seeing Natalie again. He slipped the card into the slot and entered the room that was now filled with the scent of cooked seafood and steak left in a humid room overnight. He quickly grabbed the cart and wheeled it just outside of his door. He immediately turned to enter the bathroom to start the shower for a much needed respite. Just as he emptied a capful of Borghese bath salts onto the shower floor, he heard a knock at the door. He opened it to find Reggie standing with a smile that overpowered his entire face.
“Yo, what happened to you last night? I had this crazy fine sister and her friend looking for another partner. I blew your shit up all night. I was gonna come over here, but I figured you came up on some cut last night with that honey from the auction.”
Marc just listened as he matched his Polo seersucker jacket and khaki slacks. He had a crisp white linen shirt still in its plastic from the dry cleaners to compliment the preppy look that he had witnessed P. Diddy pull off at one of his parties in the Hamptons.
Reggie noticed that Marc was not paying much attention to his details of his sexually adventurous night.
“Eh, you bout’ to head out? Man, something smells good as shit. What the hell?” Reggie asked as he walked around the suite, trying to piece together Marc’s plans.
Marc looked at his friend with a mischievous grin on his face. He was never one to detail his sexual escapades as graphically as Reggie, but made every effort to let his boy know that a woman was involved in his plans.
“I think I’m gonna head over to Georgia Brown’s and grab something to eat. Maybe hit Haynes Point.”
“True. Oh, no doubt. The honies are gonna be packed in there today. Nothin like a church going chick. They the freakiest. Let me go get so fresh and so clean, and I’ll roll with you.”
Marc walked over to Reggie and put his hand on his shoulder.
“Ah, I kinda got some company already…you know a little friend I want to get to know better.”
Reggie’s eyes stretched wide as he processed what Marc said. His overpowering white teeth again reclaimed his face as he grinned.
“I hear you man. Do the damned thing. I’m gonna chill here and catch some shut eye, cause’ a niggah didn’t sleep at all last night and my dick is sore than a muthafucka.”
“I feel you man. I’m gonna go ahead and pull my shit together so I can meet her. I’ll catch up with you a little later.”
“For sure. Holla when you get back.”
Reggie left the suite and Marc jumped in the shower. Hehadn’t looked at his phone since he got in the room and decided he would check his messages after he got dressed. He still could smell Natalie’s hair. He could still see the look on her face as they shared each other. He wanted to dismiss their exchange as a random one night stand, but something about her wouldn’t let him shake it.
The hot shower made Marc’s room feel light and airy as he walked around it allowing his nude body to air dry. After spraying his favorite scent, Lacoste, into his clothing and onto his underwear, Marc lotioned his body and quickly got dressed. He checked his wallet to make sure that he had his credit cards for leisure with him. Grabbing his phone, he dashed out of the suite and headed towards the lobby.
He was not surprised that Sherise had called consistently through out the night, screaming on each message. Marc was growing increasingly irritated as she made her threats more and more ominous as she realized that he did not sleep at home.
His mother had called early this morning and instructed him to stay away “those gold digging hood rats” and to call her immediately. Marc did not want a conversation with his mother to ruin his mood. He had hoped his father didn’t tell his secret. He turned the phone off and entered the elevator. Natalie was the only person he wanted to have access to him. The rest of the world would have to wait.
Chapter 41 Natalie
Natalie had no idea what she was doing. Her mind told her to end her little tryst with Marc before she got hurt, but she couldn’t fight the attraction she felt towards him. As she stood in the mirror applying Palmer’s cocoa butter to her skin, she allowed her mind to drift away.
She was hoping that their one night encounter would spark a beautiful, long term affair like
the ones she envied on the DeBeers diamond commercials. In the recesses of her mind, she already envisioned their wedding day. Marc was all that she had wanted in a man and had so many qualities that made her want to spend her moments with him. She prayed that he would want to see her again after she left DC.
Natalie noticed the bruising in her arms and immediately became alarmed. Had he figured things out? She toyed with the idea of telling him about her history of mental illness, but feared he would leave her before he got the opportunity to see if their relationship would survive. Instantly, she felt tears began to form in her eyes. “Slow down girl. It was just sex.” Natalie said aloud to remind her not to invest too much value in the act she had just engaged in with a virtual stranger. Natalie suddenly stirred at the thought of Marc standing her up and being made to look like a fool in the middle of the lobby.
Natalie interrupted her preparation abruptly and sat on the now strewn sheets of the bed where everything started. Deeply, she inhaled the sheets that still smelled like their sweat and fragrances intertwined. She wanted so much to see him again. To her dismay, her voices emerged and told her that she was not good enough for such a man to want her anywhere outside of the bedroom. He had, after all, gotten what he wanted from her. Natalie felt a sense of panic as she heard Eric open the door to the suite. She couldn’t face his judgment or her own. She didn’t want to explain why she just slept with a man whose last name she could barely recall. The shame of her childhood demons returned all at once. She hurried to the bathroom where she immediately swallowed two pills that would quiet the voices in her head. She willed herself to continue to prepare for their date and grabbed her toothbrush. She turned on the shower and adjusted its temperature. Barely managing a smile, she locked the bathroom door and heard her brother heading yelling her name and giggling.
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