by K, S
Jerra was beyond frustrated. Darrell didn’t need to do anything to entice her to break her self-imposed celibacy. Just his mere presence was enough to make her want to attack and ravish his sexy ass. At night when DJ went to bed was the worse. It was easy to make their child the center of attention, but after he fell asleep, the sexual tension between her and Darrell was magnified and even more evident. Yes, they'd made a lot of progress in their relationship, had taken the time to really talk. She'd admitted some of her deepest fears and concerns to him and felt so much lighter afterwards. The ban on their sexual activities allowed them to focus and become strong in their marriage.
But that ban was about be lifted.
Darrell didn't know it yet, but DJ would be staying with Keisha and Dom tonight. Keisha and Aleesha had practically cursed her out because they'd been wanting their godson to spend the night with them but Jerra had held on to him like a life preserver. Right or wrong, he was her only defense when it came to resisting the magnetic pull her husband commanded without even trying.
The feel of Darrell's finger running up her thigh brought her out of her daze. "Uh...what...what did you say?"
"I said I want some of your cream."
Jerra's body was flushed and throbbing. If Darrell's finger continued its journey to the very heart of her desire, he would come in contact with all the cream he could ever want because her pussy was overflowing with need. Tonight, she planned on fucking him senseless, but she was determined to wait until then. She had the scenario scripted out in her mind. Nature had taken care of setting the right mood. It was supposed to storm tonight, and Jerra loved making love in that type of weather. The props needed to make tonight a top rated production were ready and waiting: soft music, wine, chocolates, sexy lingerie...video camera. Jerra bit her lip. She couldn't wait.
"I, well, Aleesha and I were just getting ready to...to..." Her eyes desperately sought Aleesha's, and without missing a beat, Aleesha smoothly had her girl’s back.
She slid off of the stool and grabbed Jerra's arm, dragging her behind her. "Sorry to have to steal your wife, brother-in-law, but we were leaving to hit the malls and do some damage. See you guys later."
Vexed, Darrell did nothing to hide the irritation pulsating through him as his eyes followed his wife. Enough was enough, and he planned on telling her exactly that the second they -
"Darrell?"
His head jerked up. He glared at Jerra, who had paused and was looking at him over her shoulder. "What."
"DJ's spending the night with Keisha and Dom."
His eyes lightened and glowed as if the sun had broken through the dark, black clouds of his frustration.
"And Marcus and I have dibs on tomorrow night!" Aleesha yelled out from the other room.
Darrell's lips parted and his mind raced. Maybe they could just skip out on going to Keisha and Dom's for dinner. Maybe he could just drop their son off and he and Jerra could -
"Baby?"
His attention zoomed back to her. "Huh?"
"Tonight. Okay?" She smiled because she already knew what he was thinking. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she placed a soft kiss on them then wiggled them at Darrell walking out.
Darrell was unaware of standing there with a smile on his face until Marcus started laughing. "You are one whipped sonuvabitch."
Darrell looked at him and grinned, not even denying it. "That's my heart, bruh."
Marcus smiled and nodded. 'Nuff said.
Jerra rushed to her closet and to get her shoes, trying to hurry because they were supposed to have left ten minutes ago. Dom and Keisha didn’t live far and normally it wasn’t a big thing if someone was a little late, but not tonight. It was after six now. Jerra wanted to get there have dinner, hear the big announcement Keisha and Dom had to make, and then make their excuses. She and her man had plans afterwards, and she was impatient to get started.
Instead of pulling her hair back in its usual bun, she'd taken the time to wash and condition it then flat iron it after it dried, and now the thick waves fell down like shiny silk over her shoulders. Her mocha skin glowed soft and supple. The outfit she wore was dressier than what she would've normally worn for one of their little get togethers, but she wanted to look extra good for Darrell. The dress was short and had a sexy high-low handkerchief hemline which offered flirtatious glimpses of her smooth thighs whenever she moved. The spaghetti straps held up a bodice that showed hints of cleavage and cinched in at the waist and the material was a stunning brown/orange/pink print. Jerra paired the outfit with sexy heels which emphasized her shapely calf muscles, slipped on several bangle bracelets and gold hoop earrings, and spritzed her body with one of Darrell’s favorite scents.
Turning to the mirror to take in the final outcome, Jerra nodded. "Not bad."
Smiling she picked up her clutch purse and hurried out the room. She was surprised Darrell hadn’t yelled at her to hurry up the way he usually did. "Honey, did you get DJ's suitcase? I left it by his bed. And don't forget Mr. Giggles," she called out to him as she walked to the family room. "You know if he doesn't have it, you'll be making a trip back to Dom and Keisha's later on to –"
The rest of Jerra's sentence trailed off as she stepped inside the room. Darrell was standing up, holding their son, who clutched the worn out Mr. Giggles bear in one arm, and had DJ's suitcase in his other hand. The picture her two handsome men made took her breath away for a moment. Side by side, the resemblance between them caused her to pause. Father and son always reminded her of a before and after picture, what she imagined Darrell looked like when he was DJ’s age and the handsome man he’d grown up to. The only major difference between them was their hair. Darrell kept his cut low and wavy while DJ's floppy curls framed a face the creamy color of café au lait. Jerra’s eyes ran over Darrell’s square jaw, sensual lips, and the long, thick lashes that outlined his eyes.
"You are such a beautiful man," she said in soft wonderment.
Darrell bowed his head, a half-smile turning up the corner of his mouth as he remembered the last time those words were said to him not too long ago. Lifting his eyes to look at his wife, any other woman was instantly pushed out of his mind. Yes, he had loved another with everything in him a lifetime ago, but he'd been a different man then. It didn't compare to what he felt for Jerra St. James Monroe now - nothing ever would. His face relaxed as a feeling of peace and contentment washed through him.
Jerra came and stood in front of him and ran her hand over her son's hair. They shared a smile when they saw he was frowning in concentration as he plucked the stuffing from a tiny hole he'd made in Mr. Giggles. "I guess I'm going to have to sew it up - again - when he comes home."
Darrell laughed and kissed his son's forehead. "Hey, li'l man. Look at Mommy. Isn’t she beautiful?"
They both turned bright gray eyes to her and smiled. DJ pointed at her and squealed, "Mommy boodaful!"
Darrell and Jerra laughed as they each kissed him on the cheek then turned their lips to meet. With his face still close to hers, Darrell said, "You really do look gorgeous, baby." His voice lowered to a whisper. "I plan on showing you better than I can tell you later."
Their eyes held for several seconds before Darrell picked up DJ's suitcase and they headed for the door.
Once they got to the Spain's home, everyone was already there and sitting in the living room talking and laughing. DJ quickly scrambled down from Darrell's arms the minute he spotted Dom's daughter, Samantha. The two of them ran off to her room to play until it was time to eat.
After greetings and hugs were exchanged, Dom handed Jerra a glass of wine and gave Darrell a beer. When Dom went back over to sit by Keisha on the loveseat and curled his arm around her shoulders, Jerra noticed she didn't have a drink in her hand.
"Where's your Moscato, Ms. Thing?" Jerra asked, mentioning Keisha's favorite wine.
"Same thing I asked," Aleesha added.
Keisha peered up at Dom who winked at her and nodded. They looked at all of their fr
iends with wide smiles before Keisha delivered the news. "Well....I'm not drinking because we're pregnant."
Silence fell over the room before complete pandemonium erupted. Jerra and Aleesha screamed and rushed over to her. They threw their arms around her, crying and talking at the same time while Marcus and Darrell offered their congrats and slapped Dom on the back. After things settled down a bit, Dom pulled Keisha to him and gave her a soft kiss.
"How far along are you?" Aleesha asked, still wiping away tears.
"Only about a month." Keisha looked to be still in a state of shock. "I mean, I don't know how this happened..." She paused and smiled when everyone ribbed her that she knew exactly how it happened. "I didn't mean it like that!" she laughed. "But I took the pill FAITHFULLY..." she emphasized, cutting a glance towards her husband. “We were going to wait until next year to try for a baby, but...I guess fate had other plans."
Male arrogance lit up Dom's face. "Fate? Fate didn't have a damn thing to do with it. Your man is just virile like that."
The women rolled their eyes while the men laughed and gave high fives.
"Anyway..." Keisha continued. "It wasn't planned but we couldn't be happier." Keisha looked at her girls. "I'm gonna be a Mommy! Can you believe it?!" The tears started flowing between them again as they walked to the kitchen to help Keisha bring the food to the table, talking about babies, names and genders.
Dinner was an upbeat affair, but it always was when the six of them got together. Throughout the meal, Darrell had been casting furtive glances full of scorching heat at Jerra the entire night. She was fully aware of it each time he did so, and couldn't wait to get back home to have every inch of him covering her and filling her to maximum capacity. She was so ready. They stared at each other for several long minutes before Jerra hopped up from the table and started stacking their plates to take into the kitchen. It was time to bring the evening to a close. She would help clear the table, but after that, she and Darrell were leaving. The others looked at her curiously, no doubt wondering the reason for her hasty actions.
Keisha frowned, "Jerra, just leave it. Dom and I will get it later."
"Oh, no. It's no problem. Really. I...um...you guys just go on and relax. It won't take but a minute."
Aleesha stood up as well. "Here, let me help you..."
But Darrell stood up and took the plate out of her hand. "I got it, Leesh." His eyes slid to Jerra's. Everyone's eyes attention shifted between Darrell and Jerra.
Aleesha arched her brow and slowly sat down. "Okaaay...anyway...as I was saying..."
As they resumed their conversation, Darrell followed Jerra into the kitchen. The unmistakable sexual tension around them was explosive. Jerra placed the plates into the dishwasher then turned to take the ones Darrell had in his hand. "Thank you."
"No problem." Darrell stood close behind her as she bent over. He tilted his head to the side and looked at the generous amount of thigh the short dress exposed and licked his lips.
"Can you reach me those glasses right...there...?”
The words dwindled to a stop when she caught him eyeing her ass like it was the tender piece of mouthwatering steak they'd had for dinner. It had practically melted in their mouths; Jerra could guarantee she would be melting in his as soon as they got home.
Darrell took his time and let his eyes slowly inch up her body, pausing to watch her tongue slip out and wet her lips. Without breaking the visual connection, he reached behind him to pick up the glass.
"This what you want?"
Jerra bit her lip as her eyes dropped to the front of his pants. "Uh huh."
Chapter 39
Darrell's eyes deepened to a hue a shade lighter than the thunderous clouds outside. Without saying a word, he grabbed Jerra's hand and pulled her behind him, heading to the set of French doors that led outside. Jerra frowned when she realized he intended to go out in the pouring rain.
"Darrell...honey." When he kept walking and reached for the doorknob, Jerra leaned back and tried to pull away. "Darrell, it’s raining!"
He snatched a quick glance at her over his shoulder, his eyes smoldering with need. "Do you really wanna wait until we get home, cause I don't.”
Apparently, Jerra took a moment too long to answer in his mind because before she had a chance to formulate a reply, Darrell strode out into the rain with her firmly in tow. Jerra’s breath hitched in a quick gasp as the drops poured down. She let out a little cry and brought her hand up to shield her face. The first thing that came to her mind was the carefully set up surprise she'd planned for him at their house. The second thought was for her hair...her dress...her make-up!
"What are you doing?!!" she screamed, but with her hand firmly in his, all she could do was follow him until he got to the side of the house. "Oh my God, you're crazy! We only live a few...mmph!"
Darrell's mouth effectively silenced the rest of her rampage. The kiss took Jerra by surprise, but her arms wasted no time wrapping around Darrell's neck as his body pressed into hers and pushed her back against the hard surface of the house. Her mouth opened underneath his to return the kiss with an eagerness she didn’t even try to hide.
Darrell all but growled as their tongues fought briefly before she gave in. She moaned as he reached around and cupped the back of her head, ravaging her soft lips with his before kissing the side of her face and sensitive curve of her neck. When Jerra guided his mouth back to hers, Darrell chuckled before obliging her request. All signs of amusement instantly disappeared when his hands slid over her ass and pulled up her dress to discover she wasn't wearing any panties. He lifted his head in surprise.
“Damn,” he whispered hoarsely.
Jerra pushed a string of wet hair out of her face impatiently and brought her hands to the front of his shirt, ripping it open in two quick yanks. Darrell hurried and tore the soaked material off, flinging it to the ground. Jerra ran her hands over the hard barrier of his chest and continued the path to his ripped stomach.
“You are so sexy," she said in a hushed tone.
Darrell watched as her mouth glided over his nipples, licking droplets of water off his skin. He closed his eyes briefly then pushed her hair away from her face, kissing her hungrily. Ignoring his grunt of protest, she pulled away and brought her mouth back to his body, taking little nibbling bites as she traveled downwards. The tip of her tongue traced the separated indentions of his abdominal muscles while her hand covered the bulging fullness that filled out the front of his jeans. Jerra’s fingers caressed and squeezed his length through the worn material.
“Shit…” Darrell ran his fingers through her wet hair before grasping the thick strands tightly and tugging her head back to look up at him. “You drivin' me crazy, you know that?"
“I need to feel you inside of me."
"Let me taste you first." Her flavor gracing his taste buds was all he'd been able to think about.
Darrell dropped to his knees, his mouth watering from anticipation. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and cupped her ass in his hands as he brought her closer. Jerra’s eyes fluttered closed when his tongue licked away at the thick juices her arousal had produced. So sensitive was she, Jerra tried to move away from his touch, but Darrell refused to let her. His stiffened tongue was greedy just like its master and swiped its way around her walls as if reintroducing itself to Jerra’s body. Darrell's mouth opened wide as he ate her kitty and made it purr and hum in satisfaction.
Jerra shuddered seconds later as an orgasm hit her in powerful waves, but Darrell never stopped. After licking her cream, he sucked her clit, continuously stroking and teasing it. He lifted Jerra's other leg on his shoulder so that she was literally sitting in the palm of his hands and commenced to eating her like a five course meal until she exploded again.
Darrell gently let her feet fall back to the ground and held her up as he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. Jerra leaned her head against his chest as her body continued to tremble from her release.
“Turn around,” he
ordered.
Jerra slowly faced the house. She placed her hands flat on the surface and sent a provocative look at him over her shoulder. Darrell slid his arms around her waist and trailed a provocatively line from her stomach down to her feminine mound. His middle finger slid through the folds of her swollen lips before lightly circling her clit, which was puffy and engorged. She leaned her head back against her chest as his other hand slipped underneath the front of her dress and caressed her full breast.
"Hurry..." Jerra moved her soft ass against the steel pole of his dick. The rain had begun to ease up and was now trickling down in light drops. Jerra bit back a scream when Darrell sucked the side of her neck, mimicking the movement of his fingers.
"I love how wet you get for me. Let’s me know how much you want it." Darrell fingered her slow and deep then withdrew them to circle her creamy juices around her tender bud. “You do want it, don’t you Jerra?
"Yesss!" Jerra hissed. "God, yesss…!” Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched spasmodically around his fingers. She slid a hand on down and covered his as she ground herself against him.
“That's right, baby. Show me how you like it.” Darrell bit his lips, thinking he'd never seen anything more arousing than the look on Jerra's face right now. Shit. "Come here…”
He turned her around and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and lifted her up while kissing her ravenously. Without warning, he brought her down his long, thick length. Darrell cursed out loud as her tightness surrounded and snapped in place around him like an elastic band.