“Where are you going?” Taylor asked in a groggy voice.
“I was going to go to the bathroom and then go make breakfast,” she said smiling. Taylor groaned and moved closer to her, spooning her.
“I don’t want you to leave yet,” he said. Desiree smiled.
“You wore me out last night, Ericson. I need some nourishment,” she said.
“Well, stay in bed a little longer,” he said as he nuzzled his face against the back of her neck. “What plans did you have for today?” he asked.
“Nothing really. I just wanted to sleep off the exhaustion from yesterday,” she said.
“Perfect, then I know exactly what to do. How about you take me somewhere?” he asked. She turned around and looked at him.
“Okay, where?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise,” he said before he kissed her softly. She smiled and shrugged.
“Fine,” she said. “But you still have to let me go make breakfast,” she said before she pulled away from him. She walked to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face before she walked back into the bedroom. She put on one of Taylor’s shirts and went downstairs. She took some flour from the cabinet and a bowl. She then took some eggs, milk and vanilla extract and mixed it all up before she began putting the batter on the waffle iron. Vanilla flavored waffles always made her day, especially when she was at Taylor’s. When Taylor finally came down to the kitchen, she was almost done with the waffles. She looked at him and then at the bathrobe in his hands. “What’s that about?” she asked.
“It’s chilly, I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold,” he said. She smiled at him and rinsed her hands off before she took the bathrobe from him.
“And why aren’t you dressed for this damn cold anyway? You only have your sweat pants and a vest,” she said as she tied the bathrobe belt around her.
“I have served in a place with weather so extreme you would not believe,” Taylor said before he kissed her forehead.
“Yeah but that doesn’t mean you are immune to the cold,” she said as she took some orange juice from the fridge.
“I didn’t say I was. But I was not the one who was shivering a minute ago,” he said as he sat down at the kitchen table. She smiled and took the last batch of the waffles from the iron. She served a couple of them on two plates before placing one plate in front of Taylor. “You really like waffles,” he said as he poured some syrup on his waffles.
“Well, I had pancakes yesterday,” she said as she sat down and poured them some juice.
“Cynthia really makes that apartment a great place doesn’t she?” he asked as he took a bite. Desiree smiled and shook her head.
“Actually, Rochelle made pancakes yesterday,” she said. Taylor looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“Rochelle? Are you sure Cynthia didn’t make them and leave early?” he asked.
“Oh no, I walked in right as she was doing it,” Desiree said smiling.
“Wow, what had gotten into her?” Taylor asked.
“I can think of a lot of things but Tony is on top of the list,” she said smiling. Taylor frowned.
“That is a picture I did not need I my head,” he said. She laughed and took another bite of her waffles. “So, enough about your sister’s sexual escapades. You don’t have anything planned for today, do you?” he asked.
“What’s with you today? Why do you keep asking me what I’m doing today” she asked, looking at him.
“Well, I need to know because I have a day planned out and I just want to make sure that we don’t get interrupted,” he said.
“Okay. It is my day off so no, Ericson, I don’t have anything planned,” she said.
“Perfect,” he said smiling. She looked at him as she took another bite.
“There is something about you,” she said. “I just can’t figure out what it is but there is something about you,” she added. He smiled and took a sip of his juice. “You cannot hide it from me forever,” she said as he pulled her towards him. “No, babe. No more,” she said as he began kissing her neck.
“What? You don’t want your man to make love to you?” he asked as he kissed the other side of her neck. She would have wanted to push him off but all she was thinking about at that moment was how good he made her feel. She moaned softly as he gently kissed her neck, slowly working his way down to her breasts. Without knowing it, she had already resigned herself to her pleasure. She did not even notice Taylor untying the robe. He kissed her shoulder blade as he slowly pushed the robe off her shoulders. She gasped when he suddenly stood up and picked her up in his arms. She looked into his eyes as he gently laid her on the table. “Tell me, Dee, you still want me to stop?” he asked. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
“No way,” she said as she spread her legs, allowing him to settle in between them. She moaned as she felt him pressing her against the cool wood underneath her. She moaned again as he felt his hand slowly caressing her body underneath the shirt. Taylor slowly brought his hand up to cup one of her breasts while he kissed her lips gently. She held on to him as he kissed and caressed her, slowly pushing the shirt upwards until he had her entire body exposed to him. He then put his hand on her tummy and held her down as he went on to kiss her down her belly, getting dangerously close to her pussy. She raised her head and looked at him as she felt his other hand in between her thighs. A smiled played on her lips as all the worries over the rawness of her being fucked silly the previous night went to the back of her mind. She held the back of his head and held him as she felt his lips work their way lower and lower to her pussy. She was just getting used to the feeling of his touch on her inner thigh when she felt his lips on her now damp pussy. She moaned softly as she felt him kissing her lower lips, the same way he would have kissed her mouth. She laid her head down on the table as she felt herself melting into his mouth.
Taylor suddenly thrust his tongue into her pussy, making her gasp softly. She writhed gently as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, slowly at first and then gradually picking up the pace as he went on. She grabbed a lock of his hair as she felt him thrusting and sucking on her pussy softly, making her moan louder and louder as he went on. She felt a tingle down her spine as her orgasm approached, fast.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned softly as he went on fucking her wet pussy with his rigid tongue. He pulled his tongue out of her, making her moan her misery. He looked at her and smiled as he tested her wetness with one long finger. Despite the way she had complained of her pussy and entire body in general being oversexed, she suddenly wanted him, all of him. She shivered wildly as he fingered her fast and hard. He could also not hide the fact that he was hard, harder than he had anticipated he would be. He pulled his finger out and then reintroduced two of his digits. She moaned loudly as she felt her pussy getting accustomed to the new girth inside her. It was not long before she felt herself squeezing against his fingers as her orgasm took over. She raised her head and watched as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with his lips. She shivered again when she felt him sucking on her now increasingly sensitive pussy.
“Now, that’s how we end a breakfast session,” Taylor said as he pulled away and raised his head to look at a now panting Desiree.
“Damn, what was that about?” she asked.
“Can’t a man just give his woman some well-deserved oral attention without her being a tad suspicious?” he asked as he helped her sit up. Desiree smiled at him and leaned forward. “Tired?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, I don’t think I can hold myself up in the shower,” she said. Taylor smiled and took her in his arms.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” he said as he carried her up the stairs. “So maybe we can catch a quick shut eye before we shower?” he said as he approached the bedroom door. Desiree looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Don’t even think about it,” she said.
“Why? Certain urges in my body have to be addressed,” he said as he placed her down on th
e bed. She looked at him as he lowered his head to kiss her.
After the “quick shut eye,” they both got up and headed to the shower. It was one of those long showers, the kind that make people wonder how there was no sex in there. When they finally got out, she got dressed in a white flowered strapless maxi dress and a pair of sandals. Her hair was pinned up in a bun, giving her the comfortable look she so much needed to handle whatever it was that Taylor was keeping so secret. She headed downstairs and waited for Taylor to come down as she put away the dishes they had used. When she was done, she saw Taylor coming down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.
“So, where to?” she asked. Taylor walked towards her, his hand behind his back. “What do you have there?” she asked, looking at him.
“Something special for my special lady,” he said as he produced a black velvet case.
“Okay, did I forget something? Is it our anniversary or something?” she asked.
“No, I just wanted to treat you to something nice,” he said as he opened the case. Desiree gasped when she saw what was inside, a cute studded silver bracelet.
“It is beautiful. I have never understood where you manage to get these costume jewelry so perfect,” she said as she watched him clasp it around her wrist. He looked into her eyes and smiled.
“It’s not costume,” he said. Desiree’s eyes grew wide.
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked. “This is the real thing? Ericson, what the fuck? How much did this cost?” she asked.
“That doesn’t matter,” he said pulling her close. “All that matters is that I got something beautiful for the most beautiful lady I know,” he said before he kissed her.
“Okay, now I feel terrible because I didn’t get you anything,” she said sadly. Taylor shook his head and lifted her chin with his finger.
“You shouldn’t feel bad. You do sweet things for me all the time,” he said.
“Really? Like what?” she asked as she looked at him.
“Okay, off the top of my head, there is that time you brought a picnic lunch to me at work because I had to cancel our plans when I got called out at the last minute. Then there is that other time you got me this,” he said as he pulled out the pendant he wore on a chain. “It was a grain of rice with both our names from that Moroccan place I took you the first time we went out to a restaurant. Then there is the time you came over for a week to cater to me when I was sick. You practically moved in for an entire week, and took time off work to do it,” he said. Desiree smiled.
“Fine. I can’t help it if I’m the ideal girlfriend,” she said. Taylor smiled at her.
“Well, don’t get cocky,” he said.
“Seriously Ericson, this is amazing. I don’t think I have ever owned something this beautiful in my life,” she said.
“Well, we need to make sure you get enough beautiful things because God knows you deserve it,” he said before he pulled her closer to kiss her. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. “I love you Desiree Young,” Taylor said in a low voice, almost a whisper.
“I love you too, Taylor Ericson,” she said looking at him.
“And by the way, you look perfect for a day at the mall,” he said as he took her hand in his and began walking towards the front door.
“The mall? Why do you need an entire day at the mall?” she asked.
“Well, you will see when you get there. Good things come to those who wait,” he said as he opened the front door for her. She was about to ask what plan he had but she was sure he was not going to tell her. As they rode in the car, she could not help but marvel at the glistening stones around her wrist. She had gotten gifts from Leon in the past, gifts like these, but she had given them all back when he realized that he had been stealing them from his wife, that they were hand me downs. When they got to the mall, she got out of the car and looked at him.
“So am guessing electronics?” she asked. Taylor shrugged.
“Well, that was not what I had in mind but I guess we could start there,” he said as they walked towards one of the electronics store. She was in awe as she looked at the various sound systems and televisions. For months she had been saying that she needed to get a new TV to replace the small twenty-six inch TV she had at her place. “Maybe it’s time I got one of these babies,” Taylor said as he looked at a fifty-inch Insignia. Desiree rolled her eyes.
“You have a perfectly good thirty-two inch in your living room,” she said. “If there was anyone who needs a new TV it’s me,” she added.
“What? You can never have a big enough TV,” Taylor said.
“Why do I have a feeling that you would have a wall sized TV if I let you?” she asked.
“You are not wrong, my dark haired friend,” he said smiling. “But this is not where I wanted to be,” he added as he took her hand in his and walked out of the store. She shrugged and followed him to one of the high fashion stores. Her jaw nearly dropped when she saw a beautiful blue one-shoulder dress on display.
“That is gorgeous,” she said in a whisper.
“It is, huh?” he asked.
“Yeah, couture,” Desiree said smiling.
“So that is your kind of style?” Taylor asked, looking at her.
“Well, yea,h if I could afford it, this would definitely be my kind of style,” she said. “You know, wear some Rodarte dress and Christian Louboutin shoes, a Louis Vuitton bag, or maybe a Manolo pair of heels,” she said as a faraway look displayed on her face.
“Okay, you have just given me a whole lot of names that I think I might have heard before,” Taylor said.
“Well, that is just wishful thinking I guess,” she said.
“How about we go in and just see what kind of dress you would like? You know for the fun of it?” he asked. Desiree smiled. If she could not own some of the nice things she saw, she might as well just get in and wear them to post them on Facebook. She smiled and walked into the store with him.
The place was like a heaven she never wanted to leave. In just half an hour, she had tried on a Dolce and Gabbana jacket, a Carolina Herrera evening gown, a cute Versace skirt and another gown from the St. John Collection. She had paired all the clothes with every shoe designer she could: Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin, Saint Laurent, Isabel Marant…she was indeed in heaven. She then took a pick of her top six dresses and had Taylor take photos of her before she finally changed back into her dress. “You know you look beautiful in all these? I can’t even pick one over the other,” he said.
“I know, right? Wouldn’t it be perfect if I could have them all?” she asked as she looked at the clothes they had left in the changing room. Taylor smiled at her and took the six dresses she had tried on in his hands.
“Yeah it would,” he said as he walked to the counter.
“Ericson, what are you doing?” Desiree whispered as he followed him. “Is he going to try and walk out of the store with all those? He is going to be arrested!” she thought as she watched him. She then felt her jaw drop as Taylor handed the cashier his card. She watched in utter surprise as the cashier began bagging the dresses. He had paid for couture dresses…that was well over three thousand dollars charged to his card.
Chapter 3
As the cashier ran up the sale, Desiree looked at Taylor, surprised. The bill was almost at three thousand dollars. She did not know how Taylor planned to pay for all that since she had a very good idea of his finances and she was sure beyond any shadow of doubt that this purchase would set him back a significant amount.
“Ericson, what are you doing?” she asked again. He smiled at her and draped an arm around her shoulders.
“Relax, I got this,” he said in a whisper.
Sure enough, the bill came to three thousand dollars.
“Will that be cash or charge?” the cashier asked with a smile. Desiree looked at him as he reached for his wallet in his back pocket and pulled out his debit card.
“Charge,” he said as he handed the cashier the card.
> “Taylor,” Desiree said again. He turned and looked at her, and the smile was still present on his face. She pulled him aside and looked into his eyes. “Look, babe. I don’t know what you are trying to prove but I am sure that you cannot afford this,” she said. Taylor’s smile grew broader.
“What if I can?” she asked. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
“What? Did you rob a bank or something?” she asked.
“Or something,” he said. Desiree rolled her eyes. She was getting impatient.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asked. Taylor held her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “Okay, now you are scaring me,” she said when he pulled away. He laughed.
“I hit the jackpot, babe,” he said finally. She shook her head and shrugged again.
“What?” she asked.
“See those lotto things you hate so much? I won fifty thousand dollars in one of them,” he said in a whisper.
“What? Ericson, that’s great,” she said smiling.
“Yeah and I thought what better way to give a special treat to the woman I love?” he said.
“Yeah but honey, three thousand dollars is a whole lot of treats,” she said looking at him.
“I know. Isn’t that great?” he asked.
“It is but this is a one-time thing. This may never happen again, Ericson. You need to be wise with this win,” she said. Taylor nodded.
“I know, that is why I want to give you this special treat because I may never be able to again,” he said. This time she was the one who held his face in her hands and kissed him.
“You already do so much for me,” she said in a low voice. “You don’t need to do all this,” she added.
“But I want to take care of you, the way that you should be taken care of,” he said. She smiled and shook her head.
“There are many ways of doing that and spending all your lucky jackpot wins is not one of them,” she said looking at him.
“Sir?” the cashier called out. Taylor turned around and looked at her.
“Don’t be tempted,” Desiree said giving her a warning look.
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