“I know I can’t give you the world but if you say yes, I promise I will die trying to.”
She covered her mouth with her hands as she sobbed. The crowd surrounding them waited patiently for her response to such a beautiful proposal. Many thought she was going to say no because of the time it took for her to replay. So did Declan. His heart was pounding against his chest so hard it was a wonder no one could hear it. He got on his feet staring at her.
“Say something! Say something damn it!”
Snapping out of her stupor and finally finding her voice she whispered, “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
After placing the ring on her finger, she gazed at it in wonderment, then at the man she loved. They wrapped their arms around one another. Declan covered her mouth with his, parting her lips with his tongue, exploring every inch of her mouth all the while forgetting they were on display. After a few moments they reluctantly ended their lip lock the moment they heard the cheers erupting throughout the terminal. Blushing, he grabbed her hand pulling her toward the exit. She snatched her hand away.
“Wait, my bags.”
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow. Let’s get out of here”
“Declan, I can’t go back to your mother’s house.”
“I wouldn’t dare take you back there. We’ll stay at the Hilton for the rest of the time you’re here. Ok?”
She smiled at him. “Yes.”
They kissed once more as they left the terminal. Makeba halted when she spotted Sam’s car.
“What’s wrong?”
“Maybe we should catch a cab or the hotel’s shuttle.”
“C’mon don’t be silly,” he replied as he pulled her toward the car.
“Is everything good?” Sam asked as they crawled in the back seat.
“Yes. Drop us off at the Hilton.”
“What? Why?”
“I’ll call you later tonight and explain everything Sam. Take us to the Hilton.”
“Ok Declan.”
He glanced at Makeba through the rearview mirror. “Are you ok?”
“Yes I’m ok. Thank you for asking.”
He pulled up in front of the Hilton Hotel. Declan and Makeba exited the vehicle and so did Sam. He shook his brother’s hand and hugged a shocked Makeba. They said their good nights and went their separate ways.
A Dream I Never Knew I Had
Makeba walked out of the bathroom with her hair pinned up and a towel wrapped around her waist only to discover she was alone. She turned on the television and took a seat on the sofa. Where in the world could he have gone? she thought, as she lowered herself further down on the sofa and closed her eyes. Not realizing how tired she actually was, she drifted off to sleep.
About an hour later, Makeba was awakened by soft moist kisses all over her face. She opened her eyes. Kneeling before her was the man who made her heart skip a beat. She smiled as she looked lovingly into his eyes.
“Hello sleepyhead.”
She sat up. “Hello handsome. Where did you go?”
He rose from the floor and sat beside her. “I went downstairs to guest services and asked that they have your other bags sent over from the airport. Surprisingly they were able to do so. They’ll alert us when they get here.”
“They can do that?
“Absolutely.”
She took a deep breath. “That’s great, but I thought you said we’ll go shopping.”
“And we will. Are you hungry? I can go down and get something or we can order room service.”
“I would like some red wine if you don’t mind.”
“Anything for you.”
Declan marched over to the dresser and removed the receiver from the handset. He called room service and ordered a bottle of red wine along with warm Italian bread with an olive oil, tomato and basil spread. Once his order was placed he returned the headset to the base then returned to the sofa kneeling on the floor facing Makeba.
“Can I have a look?”
Confused as to what he was talking about she glanced at him inquisitively. Without saying a word he ran the tips of his finger up and down her thighs. Again he asked, “Can I look?”
Knowing fully well what he was talking about now, she shook her head. “Yes,” she whispered.
He removed the towel from the lower part of her body exposing only the area he intended on viewing.
“The best thing I’ve laid eyes on in a long time,” he said as he traced her jewel box with the tips of his fingers causing her body temperature to rise at rapid speed.
Her head fell back, her eyes closed and she moaned the moment he slid his index finger across her clitoris. He leaned over her tracing her earlobes with the tip of his tongue. She shivered as if chilled by a cool breeze.
“There’s some things I want to do to you. Would you allow me the courtesy of showing you all those things right now?”
She shook her head.
“Say it!” he commanded as he massaged the area between her legs.
“Yes.”
The moment he’d been waiting for. He parted her southern lips with his fingers and began licking her like a chocolate ice cream cone. Unable to contain herself, she moaned loudly. She didn’t know what he was doing but he was like Roger Rabbit performing tricks down there that she did not have the pleasure of experiencing until now. She let out a slight scream the moment he delved inside of her with his tongue. Moving in and out, round and round, he was literally tongue fucking her and it was driving her insane.
There was a light knock at the door. Declan sighed at the sudden interruption. He covered her up with the end of the towel.
“Don’t move.”
While wiping her juices from his mouth, he strutted over to the door opening it allowing the room service attendant to enter with their order. He was happy that they killed two birds with one stone; they had her luggage too. He tipped the worker then closed the door behind him after he left.
Not long after, Declan approached Makeba, bent down and scooped her up in his arms. Carefully, he carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down. Removing the towel completely this time, he cast an eye over her entire body.
She eyed him. “We’re not going to eat the bread and drink the wine?”
“Oh, I plan on eating my fill and when I’m done I’ll chase it with the wine of your essence after I make you cum all over my tongue.”
“Oh damn,” she said surprised by his matter of fact statement.
After removing his clothes, Declan joined her on the bed, grabbed her by the ankles. and pulled her closer to him, spreading her legs open wide with his knees. He looked at his destination then closed his eyes. Very gently he rubbed his thumb in circular motions until it was buried deep within her walls. He needed her a little higher so he snatched the pillows from under the covers and placed them under her hips then resumed the task at hand. He sucked, licked and teased her sending her on a one way trip to utopia. Her body trembled as she climaxed sending her spiraling out of control. She squeezed him tight as she held onto him for support, letting go only when she was able to regain control over her own body again. She could not believe where he had taken her. All that and he hadn’t even given her the magic stick yet.
Declan lowered his body down on top of hers. His soft moist kisses traveled from her neck down to her breasts. He sucked on her nipple rotating from one breast to the other. She raised her legs to his shoulders preparing her body for what was about to come. He had never been more ready to feel a woman as much he was ready to feel inside of Makeba at that moment. His desire was so intense he prayed that he would be able to hold out, so that he’d be able to enjoy being buried in the depths of her warm walls for as long as he could. Taking his manhood in his hand, he guided it to the entrance of her honeywell. She squirmed at the feel of his tip.
“Relax,” he said.
Their hands clasped interlocking their fingers. He grunted deep down in the back of his throat at the feel of the woman he loved. He had doubts it woul
d be good but this was more than he anticipated. There was no word to describe how wonderful he felt being inside her. He opened his eyes taking in her reaction to his performance. That alone was enough to send him over the edge. From the looks of things he was confident he had exceeded her expectations. She was enjoying every bit of what he was doing to her. He could tell she was on the edge of an imaginary cliff about to jump off and fly and he would to be the one to send her soaring through the sky above the clouds. Raising her legs over her head, he delved deeper inside of her. The more he got the more he wanted. He pumped in and out of her in rapid speed. She met him move for move. He was so deep it felt like she could feel him in her stomach. He felt himself about to let loose but he wasn’t ready, not yet. He pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach pulling her up on her knees. Entering from behind, he gave her all he had. He sat backwards on his legs puling her until her backside was firmly pressed against his thigh. He held onto both sides of her hips as he slammed into her from behind. She screamed out in ecstasy. He pushed her down on the bed guiding her on her hands and knees. They were like two animals in heat. His movements increased. Again she cried out letting him know she had climaxed again but he wanted one more from her. He turned her on her side placing one leg over his shoulder and went in sideways. He could feel her vaginal muscles throbbing. He moved faster, harder causing her to scream to the top of her lungs. He kept pumping. He felt the loss of control over his body. He tried to prevent it from going over the top but he couldn’t. It had a mind of its own. His back arched, his face tightened and he growled like a wolf howling at the moon in pre-dawn hours. When his body returned to normal he fell onto the bed beside her depleted of all energy. He pulled her into his arms. He could feel liquid running down his chest. He looked down at her.
“Did I hurt you?’
“No,” she replied barely above a whisper.
“Then what’s wrong?”
Gently, she ran the tips of her fingers across his chest. “Nothing. Everything is as it should be.”
Lifting her chin, he kissed her gingerly on the lips then pulled her closer to him, enveloping her tighter in his arms as he played her tresses. Shortly after, he kissed her on the top of her head.
“Would you like some wine?”
“After I come out of the shower.”
Releasing herself from his embrace, she crawled out of bed and walked to closet to retrieve her luggage to get something clean to change into after she showered.
“I’ll be back shortly,” she replied smiling as she made her way to the bathroom.
“And I’ll be waiting.”
Declan got up and headed towards the serving tray. He filled two empty glasses with wine placing them on a serving tray along with the bread and carried it over to the bed.
He turned facing the bathroom the moment he heard the door open. Makeba stepped out dressed in a long black satin gown with spaghetti straps and a split up the side to mid-thigh. Her hair hung down over her shoulders. His mouth was agape at the sight of the beautiful chocolate woman standing before him. He wanted to devour her, drink her in like a tall glass of iced cold chocolate milk topped with whipped cream. Soon, it would be official. She would be all his and he intended for it to last forever.
She observed the deep desire in his eyes as she sashayed towards him with the seduction of a black panther on the prowl. Her hips swung effortlessly from side to side like a sheer curtain blowing in the breeze. As she continued to strut towards him, their gazes locked on one another. Playfully, she sucked on her fingers shamelessly teasing him. She had become a master seductress, able to get him steaming hot at any given moment. The flame she ignited had him sizzling on the verge of explosion without a touch.
He stood there as if he was stuck in cement holding two wine filled glasses in his hands, watching her every move intensely as she walked towards him. Sensations of all sorts travelled throughout his body. He was on fire, desperately desiring to be hosed down to put out the flames but he needed her to do that.
Stopping just a few feet in front of him, she closed her eyes. With the tips of her fingers she massaged her breasts. Experiencing weakness in the knees and a slight tremble in his hands, he could feel the glasses tilt in his hands. The wine was about to spill over the top of the goblets but he caught it just in time. He returned the glasses to the table then turned back to her. She wasn’t done yet. She was just getting started. She lay down on the two steps separating the bed area from the lounging area and spread her legs wide. Declan couldn’t believe what she was doing. Her performance demanded his attention and he dared not disappoint her by focusing on anything else. Her enactment was better than a porno star in a triple-x flick. She pulled her gown over her head and threw it somewhere in the corner. Swallowing hard, he made an effort to come closer. She held up her hand stopping him.
“Watch the show.”
He sat down on the floor in front of her with his legs folded watching her like a fifth grader crushing on his teacher. His mouth flew open when she inserted her own fingers in her jewel box. It took everything he had not to defy her demands and join in. He wanted to so bad. The more he observed the pleasure she was giving herself the more his body felt engulfed in flames. Soon her body trembled like she was having a seizure. He couldn't resist any longer. There was no way she could continue to deprive him of what his body craved so badly. If he didn’t satisfy the burning desire he was sure to destroy himself. Crawling on his knees, he closed the gap between them quickly replacing her hands with his tongue. He moaned while sucking every drop of blackberry juice that dared to drip from her inner stream. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have her. He felt like a meth addict going through withdrawals. The desire to have what his body craved so badly, caused him to lose all self-control. He entered her sliding every inch deep inside her canal gyrating his hips harder, going deeper and deeper, increasing his speed with every movement. He let out a guttural groan at the moment of release. He exploded deep inside her and so did she, releasing her juices all over his manhood. Another moment in paradise for the both of them. They continued to lie on the stairs spent, unable to move. Not at that moment anyway.
Declan was the first one to get up from the stairs. It was getting a little too uncomfortable for both of them. He pulled her up by her hands.
“Come take a shower with me.”
“I would like nothing more.”
Hand in hand they walked in the bathroom. They washed each other up and returned to the sofa. He handed Makeba a glass of wine and took the other for himself. After taking a seat beside her on the sofa, he grabbed the remote and began viewing the program guide to see what was showing. An Affair to Remember was on. Could not have been a movie better suited for the moment. Besides, he knew how much Makeba loved old movies so he clicked on it then got up to turn off the lights. Returning to the sofa, he placed a small pillow on his lap patting it for her to lie down on it. After taking another gulp from her glass she laid it on the table, lowered her head upon the pillow and watched the movie.
They drank and nibbled on the Italian bread while they discussed, during commercial breaks, what had transpired at his mother’s house. Several times, he apologized to her for having been subjected to less than optimal behavior from his family. He had expected so much more from them. He was angry after hearing what she had endured while he was gone. As a result, there would surely be consequences for their actions. He was going to give each and every one of them a piece of his mind when he returned to the house in the morning.
Another intermission, Makeba began to tell him about the conversation she had with Granny Whitaker. He was shocked after hearing what she had revealed to him. Granny, must have really adored Makeba for her to share something so intimate with her, he thought. That in itself said a lot about the woman he desired to make his wife but hearing such details was disheartening. It sent a sharp pain through his chest. Knowing his grandmother was beaten and prevented from being with the man she truly love
d solely on the basis of color hurt him to his core. To him, it seemed like history was trying to repeat itself but he’d be damned if he let that happen. He loved Makeba and no one or nothing was going to stand in the way of that. Yes, he had lost friends and some family members refuse to associate with him but he didn’t care. If they felt that strongly about their disapproval of his relationship with Makeba then he didn’t need them in his life anyway.
“Declan,” called Makeba.
“Yes,” he answered breaking from his thoughts.
“Are you ok? You seemed so far away.”
I’m fine. You know granny never divulged such stories to us. It stings a little to know she encountered such a thing. I know it was a different era but what gives people the right to tell others who they should and should not love.” He got up and began pacing the floor. “You can’t help who you fall in love with.”
“I know,” she replied as she watched him move back and forth.
“I mean look at us. You were a dream I never knew I had. A dream come true. You have made me so happy.”
She rose from her seat and hugged him. “I love you honey.”
He grabbed both sides of her face. “I love you more and I couldn’t imagine someone keeping you from me. When I saw you jump in that cab, I was terrified. I felt like my world was about to come crashing down like an avalanche. I knew I had to stop you from leaving. If I lose you, I’ll die Makeba.”
She gazed into his eyes. They were glossy, giving the impression that he was on the brink of tears. She leaned into him rising on her tiptoes. She covered his mouth with hers. He pulled back as they locked into a gaze.
“Let’s go to bed. I want to cradle you in my arms.”
“I’d love that,” she replied.
He turned the television off, took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Gently, he pulled back the covers as she climbed underneath. He covered her up to her chest then walked around to the other side of the bed joining her between the sheets. After pulling her into his arms, they drifted off into a deep slumber.
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