Cinnamon

by ChaShiree M.

  Slowly, I move down the bed being careful not to wake her and moving the sheet ever so softly as I go, until I have the sheet on the floor and my mouth directly over the pussy that has been calling me all night. Looking at her bare pussy, knowing the whole night she has been without panties on is like catnip for a man like me. Having something within my grasp, but having my honor take over… yea… I am more than revved up now.

  Moving her leg out of my way, I lean into her pussy. Mmmmmm…she smells like MINE. Fresh, innocent and sweet. I toy with waking her up first but fuck it. I lean in and swipe my tongue between her lips. Fucking sugar. I want to be smooth about this, but…holy fuck. My woman is laying here with her legs open, weeping pussy winking at me, opening and closing whispering for me to devour it, and who am I to deny it. Using my nose to touch her budding clit, I go back to enjoying my morning breakfast.

  “Hmmmm…Brad.” Ah my angel is finally waking up. Now the fun really starts. Knowing she is awake ratchets up the primal need in me. I allow myself to gorge, suck, and bite at my will. This pussy belongs to me and it needs to feel loved.

  “Oh, shit Brad.”

  “Good morning baby. Welcome to Hotel a la O’Donnell where the coffee is imported, and the wakeup call is…mouth service.”

  Still using my nose to rub her clit up and down, I straighten my tongue and stick it in her pussy, pushing and pulling it in and out of her. I find myself humping the side of her bed trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it is futile. Nothing will pacify him until he is inside the pussy he deems his mate.

  “Brad please. It’s too much. I need you inside me.” She continues to grab my hair and shove her pussy in my face and push it away at the same time. The man in me wants to bring her to completion this way first, but judging by the way my boy is leaking all over Cinns floor, I decide to jump right in.

  I make my way up to her, stopping only to kiss her stomach on the way, because I know my baby is in there right now and preparing to make its existence known if my little soldiers are doing their job. When I make it to her face, I have to stop myself for a second and take in all she has and will continue to bring to my life. Her eyes are at half-mast and glowing with desire. Fuck she is beautiful.

  “Hey baby.”

  “Hi.” She whispers. And I kiss her nose, eyes, and mouth. My precious angel. My heart swells even further, making the decision of whether or not to complete this moment. My need to tell her how I feel is my deepest desire.

  “I love you, little Cinn. I know you think it is too soon, but it has been the longest year coming and I don’t want to hold it in anymore. I love you and when you stop running you will realize you love me too.”

  Having slid inside of her, I take her mouth in a slow sensual dance mimicking the way my cock is sliding in and out of her.

  “Brad. It feels so good.”

  “You have no idea baby.”

  “Harder Brad. Please.”

  “Nah ah ah. Let me love you slow baby. I am going to make you come just like this.”

  “Yes. Just don’t stop.”

  “Never baby. I will never stop. Loving you or protecting you.”

  “Mmmmm… Brad I love you too. I have been trying to hold it back, but I can’t. I love you too. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

  “Yes baby. CUM! I’m cumming with you.” And just like that, we came together and went back to sleep.

  WHY IS IT THAT NO one ever tells you, that when you stop being closed off and open yourself up to what life has to offer, you feel…lighter? After waking up to Brad between my legs and our subsequent lovemaking and declarations of love, we spend a wondrous weekend together. We went to the farmers market, saw a showing of Hamilton, and dinner. Not to mention the hours spent lying in bed talking about life, goals we still want to accomplish, and things we want to see. Even though he knows I am on the pill and he is still disappointed about it, he understands that it is too help me regulate my period, because they are a freaking mess without it. He made me promise though that as soon as I have no more lingering doubts, I will go off of it immediately. Of course, I agreed. I would be crazy not to.

  It was amazing to be simply put; the number of times we have said I love you since then is almost surreal. The best part of any of it is the times when he is holding me. Whether it is him carrying me somewhere with my legs wrapped around him, sitting on his lap while we eat, or simply holding me while we lie in bed and being in his arms. It is simply, my happy place. The best anecdote on earth.

  Before we parted ways this morning, he called Aleeza for me and made an appointment to meet me this morning.

  Buzz. Speaking of.

  “Yes, Azalea.”

  “There is a Miss Aleeza Mancuso here to see you.” I love promptness. It is the sign of someone who knows real business and respect.

  “Yes. Please show her in.” When the door opens, and she is shown in, I am blown away by how she looks nothing like I expected. She sort of reminds me of Felicity. Wow.

  “Will that be all Miss Evergreen?”

  “Actually. Miss Mancuso would you like some coffee, tea, or a Frappuccino?”

  “Actually, a Chai Tea Latte would be great. I didn’t get my normal Starbucks this morning and I am about to pull my hair out.” She laughs a little when she says it, but I totally understand what she is saying…

  “Azalea, please have Teagan call out for two Chai Tea Lattes. Mine, please add milk and cinnamon. That will be all.” Once the door is closed I extend my hand.

  “Aleeza. It is so nice to meet you. I have heard nothing but praise for your vision and acumen from Mr. O’Donnell.”

  “No. Please, the honor is mine. You and your friends are a legend in Savannah. What you have accomplished in such a short amount of time and at such a young age is nothing short of genius. When he suggested your company for manufacturing and distribution of Plus One Cosmetics, if I hadn’t been in front of the Bradley O’Donnell I would gotten up and did a little dance.”

  I laugh at her enthusiasm. She reminds me of Lissy, but also of myself. When the girls and I conceptualized ScentSations I was so giddy ALL the time.

  “Well thank you so much. So, can you tell me a bit about your vision and the company.”

  “OK. So, as you can see I am a bit of a rebel. I never had a problem finding clothes and jewelry to fit my esthetic. The problem was always with makeup. Either it was too loud, too dull, or filled with preservatives and crap I didn’t want to put on my skin. Not to mention, how many of them are tested on animals. So, when I graduated high school I asked a childhood friend, who was majoring in science in college to help me come up with a concept and I did the proposal. And here I am sitting with you.”

  “I see. Well, I looked over the proposal and it all looked good, not that I expected anything else of Mr. O’Donnell. I am going to speak with the girls after our meeting has concluded and see if they are on board with taking it on. However, we have a few caveats we want to be sure you do not have a problem with. Our company has a reputation for the elements and such, we use and making sure it is all safe for women, cruelty free, vegan, and all natural.”

  “I totally agree. Your mission statement is right on target with my own.”

  “Well then, let me give it to my legal department and I am sure we will be in touch. It was such a pleasure meeting you Miss Mancuso.”

  “Please call me Aleeza.”

  “Very well. You may call me Cinnamon as well. I look forward to working with you in the future.”

  The rest of the day goes by in a flurry of meetings, conference calls, and emails. The final meeting of the day is a short informative meeting with the girls in our third-floor conference room.

  “Ladies. Of course. The coffee and stuff are at the coffee bar in the corner. Unfortunately, I am not feeling well, and I am going to start while you all get your drinks, so I can get home.”

  “Cinn, you’re not feeling well? What’s going on?”

  “I’m not sure. I feel a fev
er coming on. I haven’t been sick in so long, so I am at a loss.”

  “Well if you need anything call me. Ok?” I love these girls.

  “I love you girls for caring. However, if I am sick I will not be calling any of you. You ladies need to be well to run the company. We cannot all be sick.”

  “True story.” Freaking Lily.

  “Alright ladies. So, Bradley gave me a proposal the other day for a business and I waited until my meeting with the creator to bring it to you ladies. He has recently invested in a makeup line called, Plus One Cosmetics. The CEO is a young woman named Aleeza Mancuso. She is young, eager, and she fits in with our ideals. Our contribution to this would be as the manufacturers and distributors. The reason this calls for a majority vote when so much of our other endeavors do not is, because this would require us to build onto our warehouse and the labs. We would need to bring in another 50 employees at least to work that part of the business. As you can see by the projections and the proposal at the bottom, this would be a massive undertaking on all our parts. I will give you a few minutes to look over the file.”

  I sit back in my seat with my laptop in front of me and begin to check over the emails I didn’t get through today. I know from experience it will take them a while and I am glad. See, in most aspects of our business the girls all voted some time ago, when we were just growing, expanding, and everyone began to get busy in their respective roles; the girls against my protests decided to add a clause in the business agreement, that I have their proxy for votes on investments and future endeavors if it is not so involved as to change the structure of the company. If something should change the very structure of the company it requires a vote from all five.

  When I finally look up from my Mac, I notice they are all finished and staring at me. “I’m sorry girls. I didn’t realize you were finished. Ok, so shall we vote? I will call for your vote one at a time around the table starting with Lily. ‘I’ will vote yes. Neigh will vote no…”

  “Lily. What say you?”

  “I”

  “Dahlia. What say you?”

  “Neigh” She whispers.

  I hope I kept the shock from my face. Not that I want them to vote either way because of who he is to me, but I feel the proposal is sound and would usher us into a new era, so I am surprised at her decision.

  “Lavender. What say you?”

  “I”

  “Jasmine. What say you?”

  “I”

  “I cast my vote for ‘I’. The I’s have it. The proposal carries. I will sign everything and turn it over to the attorneys. Before I adjourn this vote, Dahlia, please if you will state your objection.” I can see she doesn’t want to say anything, although I cannot figure out why. We are best friends in here and business partners. She should know there is no ill feelings.

  “Well… I mean…The proposal was great, and it is not the actual business I am objecting to. It’s just… the idea of expanding everything is freaking me out. Lily and I are comfortable as things are downstairs. We run a tight ship and it runs like a well-oiled machine. To add more employees, could upset the balance and I am not sure I am ready to be over more people.”

  Ah. Makes sense. I am about to jump in and say something when Lily beats me to it.

  “Honey, we all knew this day was coming. Right? None of us want to stop this company from moving forward. You and I have dreamed of dabbling in colors and such. Now is our chance. We are more than ready for this Dahl. You know that Hun.”

  “Your right. I guess I am just scared of it all getting away from us, you know?” Now this I can attest to.

  “I hear you Dahl. But we got this. Because we value our friendship and worked so hard to get here, we’ll always check back in with one another and make any adjustments as we go. Right girls?”

  “Hell yea.”

  “Alright ladies. All done. I am feeling like I am going to barf, So I will be in touch. Love you all. Meeting adjourned.” By the time I call it a day it is nine and I am exhausted and feeling a bit off. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I don’t feel well and have zero time to be sick.

  Walking through the front door I can’t help but feel a sense of loneliness without Brad here. This past weekend filled a space inside me I didn’t know was missing. But he is out of town for the next two days in Seattle giving a seminar on building a successful company. He asked me to do it with him, saying I would be able to do this with my eyes closed, but I declined. I have my hands full right now and an out of town trip myself in the next few weeks.

  I notice a bouquet of orchids sitting on my counter and you have never seen a bigger smile. The card reads:

  I wish you were here with me baby

  I miss your smell first thing in the morning as well as your taste

  I will be back no later than Wednesday around 3-p.m.

  No touching my pussy until then

  I want her to miss me as much as I miss her

  I love you

  —Brad

  P.S. We are having dinner with my parents Wednesday when I come back. No Excuses.

  Him telling me not to touch myself is making me want to even more. I am sure he knows it too. Asshole. I must admit though, that I also feel a bit anxious about meeting his parents. So soon, especially. I know his father, but in a business capacity. How will he receive me as his sons love interest? Not to mention his mom. She is only the most revered socialite in Savannah. Am I going to be good enough for him in their eyes? Oh God. I feel like I’m going to be sick.

  Ugh. I am dying. I just know it. Forget what the doctor said about the flu and any other thing he tried to tell me. I. AM. DYING. I wake up Tuesday with a 104-degree fever, shaking my ass off, and throwing up everything but my dreams. Apparently, I was so bad and out of it that Felicity finally came home and called Rainee, who called my PCP to make a special house call. He came, diagnosed me with the flu Type A and B. Told me to stay hydrated and isolated. When I asked why I have this when I got the flu shot, he responded, “Unlucky I guess.”

  Not unlucky. DYING. So here it is Wednesday, and I am still dying this slow death and Brad is coming home. I would be pissed if it wouldn’t take more energy than I have. I can’t even see him now until God knows when. Even Felicity jumped ship. If it weren’t for the fact that Potbelly’s is right on the corner and delivers, I would be starving on top of it. Not that I can keep anything down.

  Ugggghhh…I need to shower but I do not have the energy. Thank God Brad will not see me like this.

  Knock. Knock.

  I hear someone knock at the door and at first, I think I am hallucinating. But, when I hear keys jingle in the lock and my lock clicks in the other room, I begin to panic. I know it’s not Lissy, because she would never come back until she knew 100% that I was better. And considering it is early afternoon the other girls are at work. So, who the hell…

  “Hey baby. I came as soon as I could.”

  “Br-Brad.” and without warning I am crying my eyes out. Something about seeing him, knowing someone is here to take care of me, and I am not alone is bringing more relief than I knew I was holding in. He rushes over to me and takes me in his arms, while rubbing my hair and telling me it’s ok.

  “Shhhh… Hey now baby. No crying. I’m here now. I would have come yesterday, but I didn’t hear until late last night from Parker, who heard it from Felicity. Why didn’t you call me?”

  “You were taking care of business. I was ok. I didn’t want to bother you.”

  “Cinn look at me.” I look at him and what I see has me crying again. In his eyes is not only compassion and patience, but so much love I can feel it radiating on me. I have always wondered what it would be like to have someone love you so passionately, that it fills your very own pores and consumes you in the most beautiful cocoon imaginable.

  “When I told you, I loved you I meant it. I don’t take those words lightly. I love you baby. You are everything to me. There is not a person place or thing in this world more important
than you. Do you understand?”

  “Y-y-yes.”

  “Stop crying love. It’s ok. Now tell me what you need me to do.”

  “More than anything, I just want to get clean. I haven’t had a shower or bath since Tuesday morning and I have been a nonstop puke fest, and I feel gross.”

  “Well then baby, let me take care of you. I am going to run your bath water and get you in the tub. Then, I am going to change your sheets while you are in the tub and get your pjs ready. Ok?”

  “Sounds heavenly. Thank you, babe. For being here.”

  “Do not thank me for doing what I was born to do. And that is loving you and taking care of you.”

  And for the next hour he does exactly as he said he would. He airlifted me into the tub, which felt like an oasis at that point. He changed the sheets, washed me up from top to bottom, and washed my hair for me. He massaged my scalp, back, and I swear I drifted off into a Calgon Commercial right then and there.

  I was awakened by him picking me up and taking me to the room to get dressed. He lotions me, dressed me, and then he laid me in the bed with clean smelling sheets. If I wasn’t so sick, I would have worshipped at his feet. He gave me some Tylenol for my fever, got in the bed beside me, and I drifted off into a blissful sleep.

  Waking the next morning, I feel much better. I feel cooler to the touch and no longer nauseous. I am weak from the not being able to keep anything down, but at least the worst is over. When I roll over and see him lying there, my heart jumps and begins to dance a bit at the sight of this big strong man, who came here to take care of me. By the looks of the activity going on underneath the sheet, another part of him is also thinking exactly what I am.

  Crawling underneath the covers I am happy to find he is also nude, because I am not sure I have the stealthies to get his boxers down without waking him first, and I want this to be what he wakes up too.