by Cathy Johns
I trail my kisses down, this time I leave my hands on her breasts, massaging softly before tugging the already hard, sensitive peaks between my thumbs and forefingers. The sounds that are coming out of her mouth are enough to have a man like me come undone. I kiss her stomach, the sides of her breasts, then down further to her legs before leaving her nipples and parting her legs with my hands where I see she’s dripping wet. I ignore the one place my mouth wants to be and taste, and trail kisses along her thighs, down to her toes, sucking each toe in my mouth and doing the same to her other foot, biting on her little toe as she squirms trying to pull her leg from me.
I’m so lost in her intoxicating scent even when she smells like me. I kiss my way up her body until I’m between her legs, my nose nuzzling her shaved pussy. She smells heavenly, lavender and her intoxicating scent that has made me have sleepless nights, I can’t believe it’s now right here in front of me, inches away from my tongue and mouth.
I duck my tongue out and taste her wetness as she shudders beneath me. With the way she’s dripping, I can guarantee that it won’t take long before I have her screaming out my name.
I lie flat on the bed between her legs and part them wider before spreading her lips as I stroke my tongue, licking her from her opening to her clit, repeating the act a few times before licking up her juice, teasing her opening with my tongue as she pushes herself against me. Teasing her inner lips, I tug lightly, then swirl my tongue on her urethra opening and I tease her there making her press her legs together.
“Please” she begs, spreading her legs further apart than they were before, I swirl my tongue around her clit before returning to her opening and teasing her there again. I feel her opening tightening around my tongue and I know she’s almost there. I lick her one more time before taking her engorged clit in my mouth, sucking lightly as I feel her come, begging and screaming my name but I don’t stop until I pull two more orgasms out of her. Her juice coats my mouth as I lick her up, feeling her shudder against my tongue and I wait for her to come down from her high.
I pull myself up only to see her eyes closed, her whole body trembling from the high and I know she’s well sated.
“Hope” I whisper her name as I lean in to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my mouth as I cover us with the comforter. I pull her closer to me and spoon against her before her soft snores fill the room and I know she’s fallen asleep. That’s what I wanted. My dick can wait even when I feel like I’ve grown another inch from the way it’s straining in my briefs. It has waited for almost five years, it can wait another day, another week, or even another month. It will wait until she’s ready.
I stretch my hand behind me and switch off the light on the nightstand lamp on my bedside as I leave the other one on her side on. I close my eyes feeling myself relax, knowing that everything is going to be alright, and knowing that the beautiful woman lying next to me is safe and sound with me. I love her already and I know that’s insane to say especially at this early stage of our relationship, even when I have no idea if she’s ready to take me as I am, as I’m yet to tell her my story.
I also want to know her story too because there’s no way a woman like her would want to work in a strip club and enjoy taking her clothes off for other men just to make a living. There’s always a story for everyone and I want to know hers.
I kiss her temple, inhaling her scent.
“Goodnight gorgeous” I whisper.
“Mmhmm.” She moans in her sleep.
My Hope.
Hope
I wake up to an empty bed the light flooding the room, sun shining through the curtains that have been drawn and I smile. I’m not used to waking up in a stranger’s bed but I like this bed, I might even love it if I get used to it but… I shake my head. We all know that can’t happen especially knowing who Taylor is. He maybe this one cool guy who seems to be humble and down to earth but back to reality, he’s a wealthy man who can have any woman from his social class and not someone like me. A stripper. That inner voice reminds me again why I can’t be with Taylor no matter how good he makes me feel.
I pick my phone from the night stand and call Nelly. This is so not like me to spend time away from home and waking up in someone else’s bed. I have responsibilities and as much as it sounds good and peaceful, I have to remind my brain why it all can’t be hearts and flowers because the reality is waiting for me the minute I open my eyes. The phone call goes through and I hear that sweet voice I always wake up to.
“Mama” that name is enough to make me forget everything that is around me and have me going home right now.
“Hey baby” I say fighting back the tears. “How did you sleep?” I ask.
“I missed you.” He says over the phone and that’s enough to make me feel guilty but it’s too late to regret anything.
“I missed you too, little man.” I say. “I’ll be home soon baby.” I assure him.
“Mama?” Michael calls over the phone.
“Yes?”
“I love you.” If that doesn’t make me feel like running to him don’t know what will do.
“To the moon and back, baby” I say back.
I try to lighten the mood by asking him about his Nana and oh my, the boy can talk and I learn that my mama had a good night sleep and she was herself and even cooked them dinner and I want to kick myself for not being there to share those rare moments with her.
We talk for another couple of minutes before Nelly comes to the phone and updates me on my mother’s progress and I’m happy with the progress but still want to kick myself for not being there. But all that changes when Nelly says that she woke up her old self not being able to recognize anyone.
I don’t know how much I can take but I’m taking it one day at a time and I believe one day I’ll get to have my mama back. I finish up with Nelly promising to be home later and to call me in case something comes up.
Despite the news, I try to relive the best moments I had with my mother, the things we did together and how selfless she was, that she gave me her all withholding nothing. I think about my son and the joy he has brought in my life and those are the things that remind me why my life is the way it is. Complete.
And then there is Taylor.
I look around the room his side of the bed is tussled and I wonder how we got here, being that woman who can’t seem to say no to the only man who has swept her off her feet. I know this is stupid and I need to get my head back to reality. My family needs me and I don’t have time to mess around even when this man has my heart falling for him so hard and so fast that I don’t have any idea how I’ll get over the short time I’ve come to know him.
I pull away from the covers and swing my legs off the bed as I grab his shirt that is laying on the floor and put it on. I dig my fingers through my hair and I almost curse because I know my hair is a mess especially with my African, curly waves that seem hard to get a comb through. Damn, I’ll just ignore it till later when I’m taking a shower but now, I have important things or rather someone I have to go in search for as I explore his empire.
Heading out of the room my mind is at peace a smile on my face and for the first time in my life, I feel hopeful for the future even with all the stuff I carry around. My mother and Michael. That’s all I’ve got in this life and now, I have this man who can’t seem to let me go and thinking of that one man…
The house is quiet but what did I expect. The man stays here alone in this massive house I can feel my breathing all around me and I’m not sure where to start.
I should start with the upstairs rooms, I think to myself as I walk to the first door across the hallway. Opening the door, the room has pale blue color with a king size bed in the middle of the room, wooden floor and a dark rug beside the bed. The curtains are a dark boring color that’s enough to cause a wonderful bright day seem dull. Trust me if I was living here I would try to add more color in this room or even the entire house. I close the door and walk to the other two rooms noticing the
two extra bedrooms have the same dark curtains but different shades of wall color. God this is depressing.
I shake my head when I compare the rooms to my tiny one. Mine hardly fits two beds in comparison to his room which seems to be the size of my whole house. Money can buy you anything you so well wish but it would kill me if I was to live in such a house all alone with no one by my side. The tabloids don’t say much about his personal life apart from his brother Leo, who happens to be a lawyer and his mother and sister. The other details are about his company, how he has worked hard to get where he is despite his family name and also the death of their father, Mr. Richard Smith.
“He’s not here” I whisper the minute I close that last door and start heading downstairs in search of him. He’s not in the kitchen since I can see the room while standing in his living room and I turn to the short hallway that has three more doors.
I open the first door and see a room full of gym equipment neatly displayed, I don’t take much time figuring them out because that will have me losing my mind. I’m not a gym person since dancing keeps me on my toes and my morning run does the rest for me but I should say if this is what he wakes up to in the morning… no wonder he has that built up sexy body of his looking all toned and muscled up. I imagine myself sitting in one of the chairs as I watch him lift weights, then punching the bag in the middle of the room looking all mighty, sweating like he needs a shower his eyes staring glances towards me here and there.
I close the door behind me trying to dismiss the thoughts in my head only to see the door I’m about to head to slightly open. I walk towards it and that’s when I hear his voice. He’s on the phone when I push the door and his eyes meet mine and he smiles mouthing morning to me as I mouth the same taking him in.
He has no shirt on, his muscles flex with every breath he takes, his chest rising and I want to trail my tongue over his body, feel it under my fingers as I trace every muscle, every ripple, every vein that runs on his beautiful body. His brown eyes are on me when I trail my eyes up his body and land on them. Pushing his seat behind, he holds his hand out to me as he motions for me to come forth. I walk towards him and he pulls me on his lap, kissing my lips.
Damn I forgot to brush my teeth before I went in search of him and now I’m wondering if I have something in my eyes because I also happen to have forgotten how to wash my face. I tighten my lips before he decides to deepen the kiss as I tug on his short hair
“Yes… please schedule a meeting for Monday noon.” He says over the phone as he nods his head assuming he’s listening to whatever the other person is saying to him. “I did settle on some drawings, Mr. Shah was showing me but I prefer Mark’s guy.”
Mark, I believe that’s his friend.
I continue raking his hair before massaging his scalp in a soothing way and I hear him groan as he presses his head on my chest and I almost laugh when he reaches beneath the shirt I’m wearing and runs his fingers behind my back tickling me making me smack the hand that is holding his phone.
He tugs on my nipple that is poking through the shirt with his mouth and it’s my turn to moan. His warm mouth on my nipple is enough to have me squirming. I don’t know how he does it but I like playful Taylor. I’ve never been with a man and this being the first time, I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster, not sure what to expect and how to go about it even with the books I’ve read, none can prepare you on how your love life is supposed to be.
“Thanks Cecilia. Please let the boys know about the meeting.” He says. “See you tomorrow then.” He adds before disconnecting the call and placing his phone on the table behind me before pulling me into his arms.
“How did you sleep?” he asks, smiling up at me.
“Like I don’t need to worry about anything in this world.” That’s the honest truth. I’ve never felt so much peace in my life for the last five years like the way I’m feeling right now. Does this have to do with him? I wonder.
“Good, that’s how it’s supposed to be.” He says.
“And how did you sleep, Mr. Billionaire?” it’s my time to ask though I’m teasing him.
“Like someone who won a lottery,” he grins before kissing me and I try to protest as he nips on my lip.
“What?” he asks.
“I need to brush my teeth,” I say.
“Baby,” he starts to say as he cups my face between his hands brushing his lips on mine. “It wouldn’t matter to me if you have or not.” He kisses me, tugging on my lower lip so I can open up my mouth to him before his tongue dives inside my mouth. I know I’m supposed to pull away since my head keeps reminding me about my relationship with my toothbrush first thing in the morning but this kiss tends to make my mind go in a slow mode of thinking.
I let him kiss me pulling me in his hold while small moans escapes my mouth and his hand finds its way up my thigh before cupping my ass cheek, kneading gently and we both moan.
“You taste good” he whispers between our lips.
“Not as good as you do.” I whisper back.
“I can get used to it.” He murmurs, nuzzling his nose into my neck.
This is where I’m supposed to have all my common sense back but instead, I tug on his hair and kiss him, slow then deep as I straddle his lap so we’re facing each other, whimpering and moaning, I feel him grow hard beneath my ass. I can’t help myself when I start grinding my bare pussy against his hard cock, moaning, enjoying the sensation that it causes me, making me feel like I’m about to explode as he allows me to have it for a moment before he stands up from his seat, our lips on each other and I wrap my legs around his waist before walking out of the room with me and we head to the kitchen where he settles me on one of the island stools and pulls away, breaking the kiss and looks at me.
“I need to feed you” he says, and I want to protest because I feel like a child whose candy had been taken away from them, but the smile he gives me tells me he’s just starting and he’s not yet done with me.
He kisses me one more time before walking towards the fridge but I don’t miss his hard shaft that is threatening to tear his sweat pants as it presses hard begging to be released. His bare back is facing me and I find myself getting lost in him as I take his short-tussled hair that a few minutes ago I had my fingers raking, his bare chest with all the rippled muscles in all the right places that make me want to taste his as I take in every line of his abs. His back… damn it, did I leave those marks there? I know last night was something else, I expected him to make love to me even when he doesn’t know I’m still a virgin but no, he just decided to blow my mind with multiple orgasms until I couldn't take it anymore and I can see from the mark he wears on his back, I sure did more than caressing him. I trail my eyes further down to his waistband and for a moment I wish he was looking my way so I can see that happy trail that had me forgetting how to breathe last night.
“Stop looking at me like that” he says, snapping me out of my thoughts. His back is to me and I wonder how he knows I was looking at him.
“I can’t help it” I confess truthfully.
Show me a woman out there, in their rightful mind who wouldn’t drool at the sight before me and come up with all manner of things they would want to do with that body. I guess even a blind woman would be able to trace their hands over Taylor’s body and still come out panting, tongue hanging out.
Forget me being a virgin, damn my pussy may not have any idea of how it feels to be claimed but my mind, that’s some place I try to visit most nights when I have one of those dreams. Do women have wet dreams because I believe I’ve been having one of those?
Taylor
It takes everything in me not to place her on my office desk and take her there and then. The minute I found out that she had nothing on under my shirt, I almost lost it but it got worse when she started grinding herself on my hard cock, I almost blew out under my pants and I had to be in control before I did something we both know she’s not ready for.
I may be a man and I need a fix espec
ially having the last one almost five years ago, that should technically make me a virgin but I’m not the type of man who pokes his dick in any willing pussy and this woman seated in my kitchen tends to make it harder for me because as much as she’s busy digging in on her plate I fixed for breakfast, I’m sure she’ll be the end of me. I’ve never brought women to my house besides Rita, my mother Patricia, Cecilia and now Hope. The one woman I can see myself spending the rest of my life with.
Wishful thinking.
I’m not going to beat around the bush and lie to myself that I want her for a short time, no way. She’s the woman I want to give everything I have to. Yes, it may be soon but I intend to get to know her and not with my dick no matter how badly it hurts, I’ll probably end up having the worst blue balls ever. It doesn’t matter how many times I jerk myself off the minute I do, my dick comes back to life and it’s hopeless trying to hide the hard on that I have right now, begging me to lay her on top of the counter and have my way with her.
“What’s your plan for today?” I ask trying to ease on my hard-on.
“Going home.” She says after swallowing the last piece of sausage on her plate. “Maybe do a little bit of cleaning since I haven’t been home.” She adds as she stands up from her seat and goes to rinse her plate in the sink.
I turn to look at her and visions of last night come to mind and I find myself walking towards her, pushing her hair back as I tug on her earlobe. “Can I take you out for lunch?” I ask.
She turns to look at me and I see something in her eyes that wasn’t there before and concern fills my heart.
“I think I should go home.” She says before walking past me and starts heading upstairs. What the hell did I do now?
Without thinking, I follow her up the stairs and straight to my room where I find her walking towards the bathroom as she closes the door behind her. It’s only 11am and I was wanting to take her out for lunch, get to know her more as we talk about what I have planned. She was happy for a minute there but the minute she said home it’s like something snapped inside her.