by Ju Ephraime
The breath caught in his throat. His pulse slammed hard and heavy beneath the skin of his neck. Between one minute and the next, he was ready for her, his erection pressing hotly against his thigh.
Simonia saw the change in him and reached over to rub her hand over the part of him she was dying to have.
“Todd?”
“Don't talk,” he said in a thick voice. “Just kiss me. It's not enough, not nearly enough, but it will have to do until we got home.”
Then her mouth opened, softening hungrily beneath his probing tongue. Shuddering, he thrust deeply into her hot, silken mouth, wanting all of her. Here! Now!
The sane part of him wondered at his lack of control when it came to Simonia, but all he was aware of was his hunger for her. He was shaking from the depths of his need for her. With barely restrained urgency, his mouth moved over her face and neck, the smooth skin of her shoulders, only to return to drink from the sweet nectar that was her mouth
Simonia didn't even know she had vacated her seat and had somehow moved into Todd’s lap. She only knew she needed to feel him beneath her. His mouth was both hard and soft. She couldn’t make up her mind, and she was being consumed with sensation.
She felt him tremble as she gave him a nip on his full bottom lip. Moving her opened mouth against his cheek, she tasted the salty favor of his skin, together with the rough texture of his cheek. The combination of the two was driving her almost crazed with need. Only Todd could make her feel like this—hungry, wild, and desperate to have him.
He felt the sudden passionate tension in her body as though it were his own. He needed her at this moment as she needed him.
With a growl, he took her mouth in a fierce kiss. He caressed her as he massaged the stiff nipple of her breast, eliciting a moan from her. Hungrily, he stroked the soft, firm flesh until the nipple was hard as a pebble.
He moved the straps from her shoulder and exposed her breasts to the light, to him.
As the air hit her, the sexual fog that had clouded her sense of reasoning shifted, and she covered her breasts with her hands.
“Todd, we can’t do this here. Let’s hurry to make it home.”
“You’re right.” His voice was harsh with lust. He couldn’t stop himself from giving her a hot kiss on the part of her breast that was not covered by her hand. “This isn’t the time or the place.” Then, he reached under her hand and replaced the straps on her shoulders.
They were both struggling to breathe evenly as they arranged themselves in the vehicle to continue the ride home.
After being married to Simonia for almost a year and a half, she could still reduce him to a whimpering sex-starved idiot in no time flat. It excited him even more to know that she suffered the same fate.
And then it hit him. He was able to feel his body’s response. Evidently, the effects of the witch were waning. Maybe they wouldn’t have to travel to St. Lucia to destroy her as Simonia’s papino wanted them to after all.
He knew Simonia had not realized what their near-mating in the vehicle meant. He was waiting until it hit her before drawing her attention to it. As he was about to give her a nudge, she said, “Darling, you know what I just realized?”
“What?” he asked, smiling.
“You are back to your usual horny self. Had I not the presence of mind to stop you, we’d be going at it like bunnies in the car.”
“Hell, I’ll take going at it like bunnies any day over the past few dry days I had on the reservation.”
“I thought you liked sleeping with my papino. You went with him willingly enough, while I was left to mingle with the women folk and sleep alone in my cold room.”
“Believe you me, sweetheart, I don’t have to tell you everything is not always as it seems. I went willingly because I want my old life back. I want to be able to bone my wife if and when I feel like doing it.”
“What’s boning?”
“Oh, that’s island slang for having sex.”
“Don’t use island slangs with me, Todd. It just brings up bad memories. Bad memories I’m trying hard to forget.”
“Okay, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I hope you don’t believe for a minute that I was having a blast while I was there. I missed you like the devil. I buried myself in my work to take my mind off missing you. It was very difficult at nights. I’d fall asleep wishing you were beside me.”
“I missed you too, darling. I didn’t sleep at nights. I was always up reading. During the day, I kept myself busy, but at night or in the early dawn, I wished you were there, waking me with your mouth on my breasts or wherever else you chose to put it.”
“Sometimes I wondered if my needing you so much made me vulnerable to the witch. I’ve asked myself over and over, why me? I didn’t flirt with the women. You know how I feel about that. I didn’t go clubbing or partying. I spent most of my time working on trying to find a cure so I could return home to you.
“I did everything I was supposed to do, yet I was vulnerable to this witch. As far as I know, I did nothing to get her attention. If it’s the woman I believe it to be, I’d gone out of my way to ignore her. I don’t know how I earned her anger. She had given me a come-hither look, and I ignored it and looked away.”
“Todd Montgomery, you didn’t tell me you knew who the witch was. And judging by what’s been going on, I don’t think it’s her anger you earned.”
“Sweetheart, I didn’t tell you because I’m not certain. I came to that conclusion from the way my body reacted anytime I went to my favorite restaurant and she waited on me.”
“How does your body react? On second thought, I don’t want to know.”
“You have nothing to worry about. The reason I found it strange is because of the way it happened. With no conscious thought from me, it jumps to attention, as though controlled by an invisible force.”
“This must have been quite uncomfortable and, I assume, embarrassing,” she said.
“You don’t know the half of it. I stopped going to the restaurant. That’s how uncomfortable I felt when she was standing next to me, and she made a point to do so, as if to taunt me.”
The dream she had immediately came back to her. She was hesitant to ask him to describe the woman. She didn’t want to even think about a woman looking like the one in her dreams enjoying her husband’s body. To maintain her sanity, she changed the subject.
“What are we going to have for dinner this evening? Do you want to go out, or should I call Cook to tell her to prepare one of your favorite dishes?”
“I’ll opt for dinner at home. I have plans for you before and after dinner. And I’m not too fussy about what’s for dinner tonight. I’m hungry for something else,” he said wickedly.
Reaching down, she took his hand and brought it to her mouth, giving him a nip on the finger before soothing it as her tongue flicked out and curled around his finger.
His breath caught, held, thickened.
“Don’t start that again, Simonia. I can only take so much of this. And if you insist on continuing this game, I’ll pull over again and have my way with you.”
“Pray tell, how are you going to do that?”
“Keep this up and you’ll soon find out. I warn you, woman; I will not stop if you get me started again.”
“Oh, is that a promise or a threat?” she said, nipping him again on the same finger.
“Enough of this,” he said as he floored the gas pedal.
The vehicle surged forward, going from the sedate sixty-five miles per hour they had been traveling to a smooth eighty miles per hour then settling down to cruise.
Giving him a wide grin, she leaned back into her seat to enjoy what remained of the ride.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
They were soon pulling into the garage. After turning off the engine, Todd moved to the passenger side of the vehicle to help her out of the car. As she stepped out, his waiting arms closed around her as he brought her body into closer contact with him. Slowly he lifted her to bring her body close
r to his monstrous erection. Lifting her until she was off her feet and face-to-face with him, he slowly brought her down, rubbing her against him. He shifted again so her breasts were rubbing his chest. After repeating the movements a third time, she began moaning softly in her throat.
Lifting her and allowing her to remain suspended against the head of his penis, he took her mouth in a kiss that was so hungry he couldn’t tell who was doing the moaning, him or her. Using one hand, he released the strings to his shorts, and inserting his hand between their bodies, he moved her flimsy panties aside and thrust into her with one powerful movement of his hips.
He was home!
She had teased him enough. He had to punish her. He did nothing but rocked his body into her, slowly and insistently, until she was begging him to increase the pace. But he held her in place easily and gave her punishment until they both found their release together. Then still joined together, he walked with her up the stairs.
During the walk up the stairs, her body was stroking him and milking him. By the time they made it to their bedroom, he was back to being just as hard, just as thick, as if the interlude in the garage never happened.
“You make me feel so small and feminine, and sexy as hell,” Simonia purred.
“You are all these things and more, darling.” His voice had grown unexpectedly gruff.
“Thank you, sweetheart, you know how to make a girl feel special,” she told him, and then she took his bottom lip in her mouth, worrying it with her teeth and tongue.
“I adore you,” he told her and proceeded to show her just how much.
A long, long, while later, they resurfaced. Their bodies were screaming for sustenance. They went into the shower together, and she took her time soaping and washing him, and he did the same for her.
After walking out of the shower, she pushed him down on the bed. “Lie back while I rub some oil on your body.” She didn’t tell him she needed to see if all traces of the witch had been removed from his body. She hadn’t wanted to look while they were enjoying each other’s bodies.
Todd knew what she was looking for, and he had no intention of denying her. So, like a babe, he stretched out on the bed and allowed her to begin applying oil from the soles of his feet to his neck. He hid a smile when he couldn’t help noticing that she kept returning again and again to the same location on his body. He never tired of watching her admire his body. She’d seemed fascinated with it from their first joining.
He’d thought she knew every inch of him intimately. But today, she was like a kid at Christmas, exploring, searching, and caressing the broad head of his cock. He was surprised to see he was raring to go again after the rides they had been on. His body jerked as she ran her finger on the pearly drop of semen that had appeared there under her administration. He tried to lie still as her hand moved and cupped his balls. He watched the concentrated look on her face as she rolled them in her hands, as if she loved the texture and feel of them.
He would have to stop her because he could see she wasn’t necessarily interested in coupling; she only wanted to play. Well, unfortunately, his body knew only one way to culminate such caresses, and he didn’t want to wear her out in one day. They had lots of days ahead of them, if he had anything to do with it.
He was also starved. He needed to see what feast Cook had prepared for them. They had been home for several hours and had yet to acknowledge her presence in the home. Although he knew she would understand. Because of the nature of his job, his time with his wife had been so limited.
Now that he was home, he fully intended to make the most of it. Simonia may very soon be sick of him. Though, he doubted it. She had always been able to give as good as she got.
“Darling, are you done playing? While I appreciate that you love my body, I need to get some food to eat. As much as I enjoyed the time with your family, I need some real food in my body, otherwise I’ll be good for nothing.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, I get carried away sometimes. I can’t get over how something so soft and smooth one minute can be hard as wood the next.”
“That’s why they call it a woody,” he said, laughing throatily.
She loved hearing him laugh. It had been so rare since his return from St. Lucia the last time. It made her heart glad to hear him. She would be even happier when she knew that the threat to their marriage had been permanently removed. She looked forward to the day.
“Let me put something on and we’ll go,” she said, taking her hand off his penis reluctantly.
She pulled on one of her house robes over her naked body and turned to him. “I’m ready; are you?”
He had gotten distracted watching her svelte body before it was hidden from his view underneath the robe.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Taking her hand in his, they walked together into the kitchen, where an exuberant Cook was happy to see them.
“I prepared one of your favorite dishes on account of the phone call I received from Simonia. I hope you’ll be pleased with it, Todd.”
“What is one of my favorite dishes, Cook?” he wanted to know. He knew he was partial to pie floater, which was unique to areas of South Australia. A pie floater was actually a meat pie that was served with tomato sauce. It was also placed in thick green pea soup. But then he was also partial to Yorkshire pudding and Lamington. Lamington was a delicious traditional Australian cube-shaped dessert, topped with a generous helping of chocolate icing. Thinking about all these dishes was making him hungrier. She’d better announce dinner any minute now. He didn’t think he could last much longer. He was famished. As if in sympathy, his stomach growled, and Cook gave him a brief glance as she turned him around towards the dining room.
“Go in now, Todd. I’ve already set the dishes on the sideboard. I’ll bring in the dessert when you both are done with the main course.”
“Thanks, Cook,” both he and Simonia said in union.
Sometimes, she wondered, like today, if they had found a mother in Cook. She was a treasure. She didn’t know how she would have held up after Todd’s last trip, and the way it had ended, had it not been for Cook. She was a valuable source of information, and not only was she an excellent cook, she was also skilled at local herb remedies.
***
Walking into the dining room, Simonia went to the sideboard and fixed plates of the first course for her and Todd. It was quail soup and a vegetable salad. The soup was excellent. It had bits of quail meat and fresh vegetables, like turnips, carrots, and celery. She had two servings before she stopped herself. She had to leave room for the main course. Todd was not big on soup, but he loved salad. She was not a big salad lover. She felt if she had to eat salad for a meal, she would have been a rabbit or some such animal.
“Are you ready for your surprise main course, darling?”
“I can’t wait. The suspense is killing me,” he admitted in dry humor.
Going to the sideboard, she lifted the lid on the casserole dish in the center of the board. “Boy, Cook outdid herself today, even if I say so myself.”
Cook had prepared pie floater as the main course. Simonia wasted no time arranging three large ones on Todd’s plate, along with the accompanying tomato sauce and green peas. If the smell wafting from the dish was an indication of its taste, they were in for a treat.
Walking back, she set the dish down in front of Todd, and she watched as the widest grin split his face.
“To really enjoy these floaters, I’ll need a nice cold beer,” he said. “Floaters can’t be eaten with wine. It has to be a cold drink.”
Who was she to argue with him? Like Cook, her aim was to please her husband. Wait until he sees the dessert. She was having a good time watching Todd discover his food. She took more pleasure in watching him eat than eating herself.
She was ready to hit him with the pièce de résistance, the Lamington. Todd was a chocolate lover, and this dessert was all chocolate. She thought Todd was going to split his face for sure this time; he couldn’t sto
p grinning.
She made him a cappuccino to top it off. They retired to the family room to catch up with the world around them.
They were both stuffed. She doubted whether they could move if they had to. Though she had not eaten the volume of food Todd had consumed, this large a fare was unusual for her. She had no reason to complain. This had been the perfect day and, so far, night, all around.
Todd didn’t appear to be unduly perturbed about the night looming ahead of them, and she intended to take her lead from him.
They stayed up until after the movie they were watching ended, then decided to retire for the night, about 1:30 A.M.
***
She walked into the kitchen to thank Cook for a lovely dinner, where she found her wringing her hands as if in despair.
“Thank God I got you alone for a minute. Simonia, I don’t know how to tell you this, but after you and Todd left, this house had a visitor.”
“Who?” she asked, thinking it was one of their friends who’d heard Todd was back and had come calling.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “But it was the scariest thing.”
She immediately felt her heart plummet. Please God, don’t let it be what I think it is. But she had to ask anyway.
“What happened?”
“After you and Todd left,” Cook began, “I was in the kitchen baking some bread.”
“What time was this?” Simonia asked.
“It must have been about 12:15 A.M. You know how I like to bake in the night; it relaxes me. I thought all the windows and doors in the house were closed when I heard a banging in your bedroom.”
“Banging? In the bedroom?” she repeated like a parrot.
She was getting more and more disturbed by the minute. This was not good, not good at all.
“The banging got louder and louder, so I walked into the bedroom, and it was freezing. There were no open windows, but the room was freezing. I immediately felt the hair at the back of my neck lift. I knew something evil was in the room, so I hurriedly closed the door and went back downstairs.”