Wednesday Nights With Jamie

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “Hmmm…” Lyla nodded thoughtfully. “Sure. I could be happy there. I could be happy anywhere as long I’m with you,” she cooed, giving him a hug.

  “Actually,” Jamie said, “I was thinking about seeing if we could ship our mamas over there with a couple of one-way tickets.”

  “Oh Jamie, we couldn’t do that to them. It would be downright cruel.”

  “Bullshit.” Jamie huffed. “They damn well deserve it.”

  Lyla gave a coy smile. “I was talking about the poor Australians.”

  “You’re right.” Jamie laughed. “And we wouldn’t want to risk creating an ugly international incident.” He clapped his hands over Lyla’s ass and hauled her close. “Speaking of creating…feeling artistic?” Jamie gave a wicked grin. “It involves chocolate,” he added before she could answer.

  “Well now, that certainly sounds intriguing. Tell me, Mr. Donlon,” she slid her hands around his back, clutching his firm buttocks and squeezing as she ground her belly against his erection, “what exactly did you have in mind?”

  “A little erotic sketching in honor of our engagement,” he answered, grazing the top of her head with his jaw. “Why don’t you tiptoe into the bedroom and strip down to that luscious, naked body of yours while I gather our, uh, art supplies.” He winked, gave her a pat on the butt and headed for the kitchen while Lyla headed for the bedroom.

  Lyla liked Jamie’s bedroom. Decorated in shades of brown, black, beige and gray, it was sleek, dark and contemporary with a decidedly masculine feel. By the time she’d divested herself of her clothing and slipped onto his king-sized bed, Jamie was whistling as he came down the hall and entered the bedroom, a tray of assorted jars, bottles, tubes, silverware and other items in hand.

  “I went shopping,” he announced proudly, setting the tray on his dresser and then removing his clothes. “Online. You’d be amazed at the assortment of things you can find there. Like these, for instance.” He tossed two small plastic squeeze bottles onto the bed then tore open a condom packet and sheathed himself while Lyla examined the art supplies.

  Lyla knee-walked to the end of the bed, picked up the bottles and studied them. “Sensuous Squirts,” she read from the labels. “One in white chocolate and one in dark. Ooh, like edible body paint.” She grinned up at Jamie.

  “Yeah, except you can squeeze this out like syrup and create all sorts of sexy squiggles in all sorts of places.” He arched one eyebrow and smiled. “I got this too,” he brought the tray to the bed and sat down next to Lyla, plucking a set of four small glass jars and presenting them to her. “Erotic Finger Paint,” Jamie explained.

  Lyla read the labels aloud, “Vixen Vanilla, Chillicious Chocolate, Sexy Strawberry and Lickable Lemon.” She licked her lips. “Mmm… You know, I always loved doing arts and crafts projects in Girl Scouts when I was a kid. Especially when they doled out snacks for good behavior at the end. So, um, just how good do I have to be to sample these treats, hmm?”

  “Bad,” Jamie said, his voice a husky rumble. “The badder the better, baby. But I get the first sample. Lay yourself down in the middle of the bed—on your belly.”

  Lyla complied and then half-rolled to her side, looking up at him. “How come you get to go first? I’m the guest,” she teased.

  “Because I’m the man,” Jamie said with authority, swatting her backside.

  “Ow!” She laughed in surprise.

  Jamie swatted the other cheek and Lyla flinched at the sweet, raw sting. “Aw, did that hurt, baby? Want Jamie to make it all better?”

  She met his gaze over her shoulder as he straddled her, rubbing his long, hard cock along her butt crack, and she shivered. “Yes…make it all better,” she said on a sigh.

  “Get up on your knees,” Jamie commanded. “I want to see that pretty white ass of yours high in the air.”

  After repositioning herself, Lyla felt cool liquid squirting on her ass in what seemed to be a circular pattern. “That feels good. Tell me what you’re going to do to me, Jamie.”

  “I’m making a bull’s-eye target with the dark chocolate syrup,” Jamie explained. “All around that pretty white ass of yours. And then I’m going to lick off each dark circle until I reach the one right there in the center.” He slipped a finger between her cheeks, pressing against the tight opening at her anus. “Then I’ll zero in on the center and fuck your ass just the way you like it, baby. Just the way we’ve been practicing. But tonight I’m going all the way in. I think you’re ready, don’t you?” He spread some of the chocolate syrup between her cheeks. “Oh yeah…I like the way that little pink rosebud twitches at the anticipation of my touch,” Jamie groaned.

  Lyla felt herself break out in a sweat at the thought. “Yes. Oh yes. I’m ready.”

  “I’m going to fuck your luscious behind so hard and deep, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.” He started licking up the chocolate circles. “Your skin’s hot under those nice pink handprints I put there, and it’s cool as a melon everywhere else,” he muttered. “I think maybe I’m going to have to spank you more often.” He went back to licking until Lyla felt his tongue slip between her cheeks and she stiffened involuntarily. Jamie’s strong hands massaged along her spine. “Just relax. Your fiancé wants to taste every delicious bit of you, baby. Just untense those muscles so we can both enjoy it.” Lyla focused on relaxing and Jamie’s tongue went back to work. “Turn toward me,” he instructed once he’d stopped exploring with his tongue. Lyla turned around, kneeling in front of Jamie, resting on her heels. “I want to watch you coat my cock with chocolate before I plunge it into you.”

  Fingers trembling, Lyla took the bottle of dark chocolate from Jamie and began squirting little squiggles all over the light-colored condom. “It looks delicious,” she whispered, leaning down and stealing a quick lick. She applied more chocolate until his cock was nicely lubricated and then she looked up into Jamie’s eyes, almost worried for an instant that she’d be consumed by the raging inferno she saw burning there. “Your future bride is more than ready,” she said, turning around again and presenting him with her butt. “Fuck me, Jamie. Please. Let me feel you shove into me so hard it makes me cry out.”

  Jamie slid his cock into her opening, inching his way slowly while he reached beneath Lyla and played with her clit. Lyla heard the slurping sound as he slipped three fingers into her juicy cunt.

  “You’re drenched already,” he said.

  “That’s what you do to me,” Lyla answered. With one final thrust, Jamie was buried balls deep inside her. Arching her back, she cried out his name as he clutched her hips, holding her close and supporting her.

  “Talk about a tight squeeze. That’s just fucking unbelievable,” he ground out. “You okay, baby?”

  “Christ almighty, Jamie, it hurts so good I can hardly stand it.” Lyla gasped as Jamie withdrew his cock and jammed in harder, shoving a fourth finger in her pussy with a deep, powerful thrust to match the hammering of his cock. Pleasure surged through her clit, her cunt, through the marble-hard tips of her breasts. “Yes. Oh, yes, I love that amazing sensation of extreme fullness. I love the feel of your big cock up my ass and your fist fucking my pussy.” Jamie’s next thrust jarred Lyla halfway up the bed. His roughness, the way he fucked her ass with wild abandon, thrilled her as Jamie drove her to a place of screaming release.

  Lyla knew Jamie was close behind her when she felt his hot fingers boring into the flesh of her ass cheeks. His breaths became rapid, ragged and then she felt Jamie shudder and twitch as he belted out an untamed cry. Their bodies convulsed in violent unison until the final spasms left them both sated, depleted, entirely spent.

  “Jamie,” Lyla said a few moments later, once her senses had returned.

  “Hmm?”

  As much as I love the feel of your big hard body plastered on top of mine, you’re killing me.” She chuckled. “Do you think you can roll off me so I can fill my lungs with air?”

  “Sorry, baby.” He rolled onto his back, pulling
Lyla on top of him. “Better?”

  “Now you can’t breathe.” She smiled.

  “I can breathe just fine.” Jamie smoothed his hands over Lyla’s back. “You’re the perfect weight for me.”

  “How long before it’s my turn?” Lyla asked, tiptoeing her fingers down his arm, more than delighted with his comment about her weight.

  “For what?”

  “To paint you.”

  “You can start anytime you like.” He chuckled. “Just make sure it’s a thorough paint job that takes long enough for my cock to recover. It damn near got killed being squeezed by all your inner muscles.”

  “Are you complaining, Mr. Donlon?”

  “Hell no, Ms. Lassiter. Just stating the facts.”

  Lyla slipped off Jamie and sat up, studying his depleted cock. “Hmm, you’re right. It looks all tiny and shriveled up.”

  “Hey, hey, hey.” Jamie’s cock twitched slightly and he covered it with his hand. “It’s not tiny. It’s never tiny. Smaller than usual, but tiny? Uh-uh. Not my cock.”

  “Yes…sorry, my mistake. Now that I look at it again, I can see that it’s positively gargantuan.” Lyla chuckled. “Yes, I can see that I’ll have to resort to some radical artistic measures to get that super colossal-sized cock of yours game ready again.” She glanced at the alarm clock on Jamie’s night stand. “Ten minutes ought to do it.” Dragging the tray over from the far edge of the bed, Lyla opened the jar of Vixen Vanilla body paint, poked it with her fingertip and tasted it. “Not bad. It’s pretty good, actually.”

  “It should be for the price. Those itty bitty jars were damned expensive.”

  “But I’m worth the cost.” Lyla grinned, feeding Jamie a little dab of the creamy white paint.

  “Every penny and then some.”

  “Good answer.” She picked up a cellophane package from the tray. “What are these?” She read the package. “How clever. Black licorice body brushes. Oh this is going to be fun.” She tore into the package, drawing out one of the flat brushes and dipping it into the vanilla body paint. She scooted on her knees so that she was kneeling at Jamie’s side, the tray of erotic art supplies next to her. “I think I’ll paint a heart right here, over yours,” she said, applying some paint to Jamie’s chest and then sitting back on her heels to admire her handiwork. “That looks nice. But I think it needs a border.” She reached for the squeeze bottle of dark chocolate syrup and outlined the heart with small squiggles until it resembled a lace trim. “And then I think I’ll make a little path that I can follow with my tongue. From here,” she dabbed a small rectangular stroke of white at the bottom of the heart, “all the way down to here.” She repeated the strokes until Jamie’s torso had a zigzag path from his chest down to his groin. Then she squirted lines of white chocolate syrup to connect each rectangle. “Very pretty,” she said, feeling quite satisfied.

  Jamie dragged a couple of pillows under his head, propping up enough to watch what Lyla was doing. “You’re having a good old time, aren’t you?”

  “I am. You had an excellent idea.” She opened the other jars of body paint, tasting each one. “They’re all really tasty. I think I need to embellish your white heart with some pink, don’t you?”

  “Oh yeah, absolutely.” Jamie chuckled, clearly pleased that Lyla was enjoying herself.

  “And,” Lyla continued, “I think I’ll draw a nice big lemon-yellow heart all around your gigantic Mandingo root.” She giggled, creating a heart shape from just below Jamie’s navel, over his pelvic bones and across his thighs, meeting at his inner thighs beneath his cock and balls. She watched his cock coming back to like and smiled. “I’m saving the chocolate body paint for your cock so I can enjoy swirling my tongue around a column of chocolate on chocolate.” Jamie’s cock sprang up. “Of course,” she added, munching on the worn licorice brush and getting another, dipping it into the pink paint, “we have to have a pretty cherry on top.” She smoothed a dollop of pink at the tip of Jamie’s cock and it shot up so fast she was amazed it didn’t get vertigo. The blob of pink flew off, landing on Jamie’s thigh. Lyla scooped it up with her tongue. “Mmm, delicious preview of things to come,” she said, reapplying pink paint at the apex of Jamie’s shaft. “Now be careful not to whip that off again, you hear?”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  Lyla glanced at her artistic creation and then at the alarm clock. “Well look at that, you’re all better and blooming again and it’s only been nine minutes. Good job, my exotic Mandingo warrior.”

  Jamie shook his head and laughed. “Woman, you are so bad.”

  “So bad I’m good.” Lyla wasted no time swooping down and licking up the lacy squiggles around the heart on Jamie’s chest. Once she got to the middle she nibbled on his nipple a while before licking up the rest of the heart. Tracing her tongue along the descending path, she made each rectangle disappear.

  “That tickles,” Jamie said.

  “Really? How about this?” She gave a lavish lick to the yellow heart framing Jamie’s cock. Before long most of the residue had been lapped up and Lyla licked her lips as Jamie’s breaths came fast and hard.

  “I felt that tickle way deep inside,” Jamie groaned.

  “Then you’re going to feel this one clear to your core,” Lyla said, leaning over his cock and swirling her tongue at its base. “Oh now that is just about the best chocolate concoction ever.” She trailed her tongue up from the base to the tip of his cock, stopping just before she reached the pink topping. “Mmm, dark chocolate mixed with the salty sweetness of your brown sugar and honey skin,” Lyla cooed. “That’s definitely a winning recipe.”

  “Better than Snickers?” Jamie prompted.

  “No comparison.” She slid her hands under his ass, clutching his cheeks as she ate him, smacking her lips every so often. When she got to the cherry on top, Lyla spent extra time flicking there with her tongue and then nibbling ever so gently.

  “I can’t believe it,” Jamie said, threading his fingers through Lyla’s hair. “I’m ready to come again.”

  “Hold on there,” Lyla ordered, letting Jamie’s cock pop free from her mouth. “I want to ride you this time.”

  “Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” Jamie said, a sly smile curling the corner of his mouth.

  Lyla straddled him, sighing her pleasure as she covered him with her juicy slit and slid down his long, hard cock, impaling herself. “God that feels good. Here,” she said, grabbing the jar of pink paint and thrusting it at Jamie. “Paint my breasts pink.” Jamie did. “You can lick and nibble all of it off me while I clench my cunt around you and milk your cock with my pussy muscles until you cream inside me. I plan to make this the ride of my life and yours, my dear future husband. Get ready to whimper.”

  “Black men don’t whimper,” Jamie said, chuckling.

  Undulating, Lyla performed a wicked twist with her hips and pulled in her inner muscles, clamping Jamie’s cock tight and drawing him high and deep.

  Jamie whimpered.

  She leaned in close enough for Jamie to lick the body paint from her nipples. “Bite me, Jamie. Tug on me with your teeth.”

  His hips bucked up hard and Lyla repeated her twist. When she discovered just the right position, allowing his cock to abrade her clit with each in-and-out movement, Lyla whimpered too. “You feel especially good this time,” Lyla said. “Different. Even better somehow.”

  “I was thinking the same thing,” Jamie agreed, moving his hips against hers. “There’s something special—” Jamie stopped short, stilling Lyla with his strong hands on her arms. “Baby, we forgot. I’m not wearing a condom.”

  Lyla looked down at him. “Do you want to stop?”

  “When it feels this damn good? Hell no.” He chuckled. “But if you do…”

  Lyla shook her head from side to side. “No. I love the feel of my man’s hot naked flesh pumping inside me.”

  “I can feel all that sweet honey of yours coating my cock, seeping out of your pussy, bathing my ball
s.” He slipped his hand between them, gliding a finger inside her slickened folds. Bringing his hand to nose, he sniffed her scent. “You smell like chocolate sex. Hot and sweet and musky.” He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking her juices from it. “And you taste better than the body paint,” he said. “Like a fine, gourmet treat.” He slipped his hand between them again and searched for her clit with his fingers. When he found it he pinched and Lyla gasped.

  “Oh Jamie, you know what I like. You know exactly…” Tossing her head back, she luxuriated in the initial waves of her impending orgasm.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” Jamie murmured. “Come for me.” He pinched her clit again. “Come for me, baby.”

  Lyla’s pleasure exploded, the spasms vigorous and profound as they pulsed upward from her clit, infusing her belly with throbbing bursts of heat. Jamie’s body tensed and he came, shooting jet after jet of liquid heat hard into Lyla’s depths. They were panting in unison, trembling, moaning their release.

  Hot, sweaty, musky and immensely satisfied as Lyla lay slumped over Jamie’s spent form, it took a long while before she recaptured her senses. “This was one hell of an engagement celebration,” she finally said, planting a kiss on Jamie’s jaw. “Thank you for giving me a night so wonderful, so memorable I’ll take it with me all my life long, and even into the great beyond.”

  Jamie wrapped Lyla in his arms, kissing her and then whispering words of love into her ear as he rocked her against his chest.

  Chapter Eleven

  Three months later

  “Real Estate Broker of the Year,” Catherine said. “That sounds like a very prestigious award, son.”

  “Oh it is, Mama, it is,” Jamie responded as he escorted her and his sisters into the hotel. “That’s why I wanted the people I care about most to be there with me for this occasion.”

  “And just look at you, James,” his mother crowed. “So fine and handsome in your beautifully tailored cream-colored suit. I’ve never seen you wear such a light-colored suit before. I don’t know what they’ll be serving at the dinner, son, but you’d better be careful.”