“Was it last night? I slept through the afternoon and the night?” Desiree asked. Cynthia smiled at her and nodded.
“You must have been tired,” she said. “What exactly did you do at Taylor’s?” she asked, looking at Desiree who was now smiling.
“Believe me, you don’t want to know,” she said. Cynthia laughed.
“Sorry I asked,” she said as she stood up. “Well, you need to get your ass out of bed. Taylor’s here,” she said. Desiree’s eyes grew wide.
“What? Now?” she asked.
“Yes, right now. In the living room,” Cynthia said. “You want me to tell him to come back later?” she asked. Desiree shook her head.
“It’s okay. I think it’s time we talked. Mommy thinks I need to approach the situation from his point of view,” she said. Cynthia looked at her.
“What?” she asked. Desiree smiled and shook her head.
“Never mind. Just tell him I’ll be out as soon as I freshen up,” she said.
“Fine. And leave the crazy talk in here. I don’t think any of us has enough money to set you up in some home,” Cynthia said before she left the room.
Desiree smiled and got out of bed. She walked to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and then washed her face. She then pinned her hair up and changed out of the dress she had on earlier.
“That’s what you get for sleeping in a bra,” she thought when she saw the reddened bra line when she stripped down. She put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and then walked out of her bedroom. She could feel her heart beating hard as she made her way down the hallway towards the living room. She had to pick her words carefully. The last thing she wanted was to have a repeat of what had happened the previous day.
When she got to the living room, she looked at Taylor who looked perfect as usual in a pair of blue jeans and a grey button down pin striped shirt. Cynthia excused herself and left the two standing in the middle of the room looking at each other. Taylor had the shopping bags from the store at the mall in one hand.
“I brought you your stuff,” he said softly. Desiree smiled weakly at him.
“Thanks,” she said in a small voice, practically a whisper.
“Please Dee…sit. We need to talk,” he said. She took a deep breath and sat down as Taylor placed the bag on the coffee table and then did the same. “About snapping yesterday, I am sorry,” he started. She looked at him and nodded.
“It’s okay,” she said.
“No Dee, it’s not okay. I snapped at you, I should never do that. I don’t want to be one of those men who do not appreciate their women. You mean the world to me and I need you to know that,” he said as he looked into her eyes.
“I do, Ericson,” she said as she gave him another weak smile.
“And about the whole….thing…it’s just that, I would like to do this for you every chance I get,” he said.
“And I get it. I totally and absolutely get it, Ericson, but you also need to know one thing. I am in your life to stay. I am not going anywhere. You have the rest of our lives to spoil me but we need to know we have the money to spend,” she said.
“We will,” Taylor said holding her hands in his. She shook her head and looked at him.
“No, not if you begin spending it like this. It is okay to spend a little every so often. Maybe spoil yourself a little but not too much. That is why it is called indulging. You do it once in a long time,” she said. She looked at his hands and then back onto his eyes. “We need to make a plan, for the long haul. Because it is not only about you and me. It’s about what happens to us in the future. The home we are going to have and the kids we are going to raise together. We have to make a plan for all that,” she said. Taylor smiled.
“You want kids with me?” he asked.
“Of course I do. With my perfect skin and your great features, we are bound to have the most gorgeous kids ever,” she said smiling. Taylor drew little circles at the backs of her hands.
“We definitely are,” he said looking at her.
“Look, I know that you sometimes think that you are on a lucky streak. You know, getting a high rank in the marines because of how good of a shot you were or getting a house when you least expected it. But sometimes that luck runs out and you wonder what happened,” she said. “I just don’t want you to look back a year from now and regret it,” she added.
“When did you get so smart?” he asked. Desiree smiled at him.
“I have always been smart. You just seem to have forgotten everything about it,” she said. “Plus, my mother helped,” she added. Taylor raised an eyebrow.
“What are you talking about?” he asked. Desiree smiled.
“I sort of had a dream about my mother,” she said. “But never mind about that,” she added quickly. Maybe Cynthia was right. She should have left the crazy talk about her dead mother back in her room. He smiled and leaned forward meeting her lips in a long kiss.
“I have to get to work but what do you say I pick you up at seven for dinner?” he asked.
“Ericson,” Desiree said in a warning tone.
“What is that you said about indulgence? This is our chance. We will do it now and then forget about it, maybe till your birthday or Christmas,” he said, smiling.
“Tomorrow, we go to a financial advisor,” she said, looking at him.
“Of course,” he said before kissing her again. He then stood up and she did the same before following him to the door. “One more thing. Wear that dress and those shoes,” he said. Desiree raised an eyebrow.
“Really? Don’t you think they are a bit too fancy?” she asked.
“Oh no, my lady. When we indulge once in a while, I plan to do it as God intended. We are either going big or going home,” he said.
“Hmm, really? What do you have in mind?” she asked looking into his eyes.
“The perfect night at Mon Amie,” he said. Her eyes grew wide.
“Mon Amie?” she asked. “The fancy French restaurant downtown? Are you serious?” she asked.
“Hey, I agreed to everything you said. This is my only condition,” he said before kissing her once again. “Don’t forget. Seven,” he said before leaving.
Almost as soon as he left, Cynthia came out of her room and walked into the living room.
“What’s the verdict?” she asked as Desiree made her way to the couch. She smiled at her as she sat down.
“We’re fine,” Desiree said smiling. Cynthia breathed a mock sigh of relief.
“There is a God,” she said as she walked over to join her on the couch. Desiree smiled at her and took a long deep breath. Cynthia was right. It did feel good not having to fight with Taylor anymore. “You are the world’s biggest jerk, just for the record,” Cynthia said as she looked inside the bag.
“Why?” Desiree asked looking at her.
“The man bought you a Versace dress and Christian Louboutin shoes and you decided not to talk to him?” Cynthia asked.
“Well, I was perfectly justified,” Desiree said.
“And there were more of these perfect dresses and shoes?” Cynthia asked. Desiree nodded. “You and I are very different. I would have probably married the man,” she added. Desiree laughed. “So, what now?” Cynthia asked.
“Now, I go back to my room and see what I can do to pass the time until seven when he takes me to Mon Amie for dinner,” Desiree said as she stood up.
“Mon Amie?” Cynthia asked as Desiree walked to the kitchen. “Seriously, if you don’t marry him, I will,” Cynthia said as she watched Desiree pour herself a bowl of cereal. Desiree walked back to the living room and picked up the bag before walking to her room, a broad smile on her face.
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When Cynthia came back from work that evening, she put the containers of food she had brought back from the café in the kitchen before she heard a knock on the door. She walked to the front door and opened it. He smiled when she saw Taylor standing there holding a bouqu
et of red roses.
“Look at you, aren’t you the romantic?” she said with a smile.
“Nice to see you too, Cynthia,” Taylor said smiling.
“So, are those for me?” she asked looking at the flowers. Taylor smiled and looked at the flowers in his hand.
“You know what, one of them is,” he said as he pulled out one rose from the bouquet. Cynthia smiled as she took the flower from him.
“Why thank you,” she said before stepping aside. “Would you like to come in?” she asked as she stepped aside.
“Of course. Thanks,” he said as he walked into the living room.
“I just got back and I don’t want you to ruin your appetite or anything but can I get you anything? Some juice or water maybe?” she asked. Taylor smiled and shook his head.
“I’m okay. Don’t worry about it,” he said. Cynthia smiled as she walked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of juice.
“So, Ericson,” she said as she walked back.
“Uh oh,” he said smiling.
“What?” she asked.
“You called me Ericson. You only do that when you are about to tell me something serious,” he said as he sat down.
“Nothing serious but when I was talking to Dee yesterday I had a thought. When are you going to make an honest woman out of my cousin?” she asked. Taylor smiled.
“Sooner than you think,” he said. “She is one of those people who once they are in your life, you never want them to go,” he added. Cynthia took a long sip of her juice and looked at him.
“I always knew that you were one of the good ones, Taylor,” she said just as Desiree walked into the room. Taylor took a long deep breath and whispered a long low “wow” under his breath. The dress looked even better on her than he remembered. Her perfect curves were well pronounced in the dress and the low V-cut gave way to her beautiful cleavage. She had straightened her hair and wore it down. Her lips looked just perfect in the pink cherry lip gloss she had on.
“Girl, you are rocking that dress,” Cynthia said smiling. Desiree smiled at her as she walked towards them.
“Thanks Cynthia,” she said as she walked towards Taylor, who was still dumbfounded. “Hey,” she said in a whisper.
“Hey,” he said looking at her.
“Dude, this is the part where you give her the flowers,” Cynthia said smiling.
“Yeah, right. These are for you,” he said handing Desiree the flowers. She smiled and took the roses from him.
“They’re beautiful, thank you,” she said smiling. Taylor pulled her into his arms and gave her a long kiss.
“Okay, children. I’ll put these in some water. You two go on and have fun,” Cynthia said as she stood up. Taylor pulled away from Desiree and smiled.
“Thanks Cynthia. Don’t wait up,” Desiree said as they walked towards the door.
“Trust me. I wasn’t planning to,” Cynthia said smiling. Taylor stopped and looked at Desiree.
“Don’t wait up? Aren’t we going back to my place?” he asked. Desiree shrugged.
“I’m impartial really,” she said.
“Good, then my place it is. Cynthia, don’t wait up at all,” he said as he opened the door for Desiree, who looked at Cynthia and shrugged. Cynthia smiled and watched the door closing after them.
“Again, I wasn’t planning to,” she said to no one in particular. She took a deep breath as she began serving some of the food in the containers on to a plate. She had just sat down and switched on the TV when Rochelle walked in.
“Did I just see my sister in Christian Louboutin shoes?” she asked when she closed the door.
“That’s not all. She had on a Versace dress too,” Cynthia said without looking at Rochelle.
Chapter 5
If Desiree could have her way every single day of her life, then she would have definitely chosen fine dining as a way of life. Dinner was great: romantic and perfect in every way. As Taylor and Desiree walked out of Mon Amie, all Desiree could think of was how she could not wait to do that again. The food was unlike anything she had ever tasted. Even while dating Leon, she had never been to such a restaurant. Leon had a taste for Italian and Chinese food. Actually, he had never taken her to a French restaurant, and maybe that was okay, that she had her first French food experience with the man she loved. Desiree felt a bit light headed as they drove home. She‘d had two glasses of a 1980 Cabernet Sauvignon and she had to admit, that stuff got you tipsy so much faster than the box wine she was used to. As a result, Desiree was so turned on that she wanted to jump Taylor’s bones at that very moment. If it were not for the fact that it was against the law, she had considered climbing on top of him while he drove on the highway.
“We’re here,” Taylor said as he pulled up in front of his house.
“Perfect,” she said looking at him. She got out of the car and they made their way into the building.
As soon as they got in the house, Desiree held Taylor against the door and gave him a long deep kiss. She was not very sure whether it was the booze in her system or just the fact that she was horny. She held the back of his neck and pulled him down, holding him steady against her as she kissed him. She felt his hands holding her against his body.
“Wow, what was that for?” Taylor asked when she pulled away.
“Do I need a reason to kiss my boyfriend?” Desiree asked. Taylor smiled and kissed her again.
“I guess not,” he said softly. He turned her around and held her against him with her back up to him. He swept her hair to the side, exposing her slender neck, and slowly brought his head down to kiss her. She closed her eyes as she felt his lips trail down the soft length of her neck. She moaned softly when she felt his tongue slowly caressing her soft skin. She loved just how good his tongue felt against her skin.
She felt his hand on her zipper, pulling it down slowly, exposing her back to him. She willed herself to slow down and take long slow breaths as he worked the dress off her shoulders and then pulled it down to her waist. He held her closely and went on kissing her neck and her shoulders as he caressed her spine slowly.
He then turned her around and looked at her, down from her face to her breasts. He wanted nothing more than to just pull the clothes from her body and ravage her right there and then. In his eyes, she had never looked more beautiful than she looked at that moment, standing in front of him. He looked into her eyes and pulled her closer to him before giving her a long sensual kiss.
Taylor pulled away from her and took her hand in his before leading her to the bedroom. Desiree almost felt like he was about to make love to her for the very first time. When they got to the bedroom, he kissed her again, caressing her back as he did. He then began kissing her neck again as he slowly worked his way down to her chest. He took his time to plant a kiss on top of each breast before working even lower on her body, slowly pulling the dress lower and lower as he went on. She moaned softly when she felt him pulling harder on her dress until it gathered around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress as he began pushing her down on the bed.
She moaned again when she felt him working his kisses lower to her thighs. She could feel herself getting wetter as his lips got closer to her pussy. He spread her legs gently and then began kissing her soft inside thigh, making her shiver lightly every time he got dangerously close to her opening. He could tell that she wanted nothing more than to open herself to him and let him ravage her with his mouth and tongue but Taylor clearly had other plans. He ran his tongue down her thigh to her knee and then up again before doing the same to the other thigh. Just when she thought she could not take any more torture, Taylor worked his way up her body before slipping an arm under her. She felt him struggling and she arched her back allowing him to unclasp her bra. She looked up at him as he pulled her bra away from her, exposing her perky mounds to him.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” Taylor asked in a whisper as he kissed the top of one breast and worked his lips down to her hard nipple. She moan
ed softly when she felt her nipple suddenly engulfed in the hot wetness that was his mouth. She arched her back, thrusting herself into his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipple, so hard she wanted to scream. Her other breast got equal attention from his flicking fingertips. He then pulled his mouth from her nipple and ran his tongue across her chest to take in her other nipple. She moaned when she felt him drawing her other nipple inside her mouth. She felt a fresh gush of wet liquid flowing out of her pussy.
“Taylor…I want you,” she moaned as he went on sucking her. He pulled away and brought his head up to kiss her before he once again worked his lips lower on her body. She moaned softly when she felt his lips on her tummy, slowly working their way to her panties. She gasped when she felt him pulling down her panties using his teeth. It always turned her on when he did that. It was almost as if the freak in him came alive when he did. She closed her eyes as she felt him taking her shoes off and pulling her panties right off before dropping them on the floor.
He once again brought his head low to inhale her rich feminine scent. At that moment, he wanted her as much as she wanted him but he was not going to claim her yet, not before he tasted her. He raised his head and looked at her face as he tested her wet depths with one long finger. She moaned loudly and writhed on the bed as he moved the finger in and out of her slowly. When he pulled his finger out, she moaned her displeasure and raised her head. She watched as he brought his index finger to her lips. Looking into his eyes, she parted her lips and sucked on his finger. The way her lips clamped around his finger, and the way her tongue rolled around in her mouth caressing his finger made him want to drop his pants and present his cock to her at that moment. Instead, he pulled his finger out of her mouth and once again brought his head down again. He held her legs apart as he began sucking on her already distended clitoris.
Desiree moaned loudly as she felt herself exploding into his mouth. She was clearly more turned on than Taylor had expected but even then, he did not stop sucking on her clitoris. She let out a scream when he suddenly thrust his tongue into her. By this time, she was almost feverish. She was shivering and raising her bottom off the bed as he went on tongue fucking her as he alternated this with sucking her clitoris. “Taylor…please,” she moaned.
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