The Lists

by Meka James

  2

  Let’s Get Started

  Malcolm

  The sight of my softly snoring wife brought a grin to my face. I never tired of calling her that—my wife. She was officially, now and forever, Calida Frankel. A mass of red hair scattered across the pillow, the tops of her breasts peeking out beneath the covers—my wife. Beautiful, sexy, and full of surprises. My gaze went to the jar sitting on the nightstand and I chuckled.

  I pulled the blanket up around her, planted a quick kiss on her forehead, and then eased out of bed. After I slipped on a pair of shorts, I scooped up the empty jar and blank notepad from the floor and grabbed the one she’d given me before heading down stairs. I deposited the items on the kitchen table then put on coffee and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. Breakfast and cup of joe in hand, I sat at the table, cracked my knuckles, and got ready to work.

  After shoveling a spoonful of Honey Smacks into my mouth, I picked up my gift. The multi-colored note cards fell around jar as I turned it. She’d given me the damn list. Excitement coursed through me as I wondered what she’d come up with. It was right in front of me—but no—I wouldn’t read hers until I completed my own.

  Eager to get started, I hopped up and went over to rummage through the junk drawer in search of a pen. With the Sharpie in my hand, my mind raced with options. What were the top ten freaky things I wanted to do with my Ginger?

  It didn’t take me nearly as long to figure out as I’d thought it would. I dropped the last folded piece of paper in my now filled jar and screwed on the lid as I heard the sound of her voice.

  “Mornin’.”

  I looked up to see her walking toward me. Hair slightly disheveled, pink lips that stood out against her pale skin, and green eyes bright and happy despite us being up ’til the wee hours of the morning.

  “Mornin’ yourself. Want breakfast?”

  She smiled and scratched at her hair. “How can I pass up your famous bowl of cereal?” She slid into the chair next to me and pointed to the jar. “I see you’ve been busy.”

  I stood and kissed the top of her head. “Yep. Hope you’re limber.” I pulled down another bowl. “What’ll it be, my lady? Lucky Charms? Honey Smacks? Frosted Cheerios?”

  Ginger lifted out of her chair enough to reach my jar and for me to get a glance at her bare bottom peeking out from beneath my T-shirt.

  She glanced back at me over her shoulder. “Cheerios, please.” She rolled it around in her hand. “Have you opened mine yet?”

  I set the bowl down in front of her. “No. I wanted to make mine first.”

  She thanked me and set the jar back onto the table. “You might need to be limber as well.” She gave me a smug grin and started eating her cereal.

  I ran my tongue along my bottom lip and smiled at my wife. She looked at me from under her lashes as she continued to eat. I reached for her list. Her actions slowed as she watched me shake the jar, tilting it to mix up the papers inside.

  With a lazy smile, I unscrewed the lid, closed my eyes, and reached inside to pull out one of the notecards. My eyes met hers as I fingered the folded piece of hot pink paper. This was it. The first item to kick off our kinky adventure. A lot of meaning on such a small surface. Regardless of what it said—the weight of it—the fact remained she’d put her trust in me, in us, to know that no matter what, she could feel good about everything that happened between us.

  “We’re in agreement that tonight we try whatever is on this?”

  She pressed her lips together and nodded.

  I opened the notecard.

  CALIDA SUNDAE.

  A low, building laugh started and I shook my head as I slid it across the table to her. She glanced at it and sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

  “Guess I need to go do some shopping.”

  She spooned the last bit of cereal. “I guess you do.”

  “Think your parents will babysit again?”

  She nodded. “Probably. Knowing them, they’ll keep him the rest of the weekend.”

  I pulled the paper back and ran my fingers across my Ginger’s curly script. I folded it again and tapped it on the table. She finished off her cereal and brought the bowl to her lips, looking at me over the rim as she drained the milk.

  “So…” I spun the paper in my hand. “A sundae, huh?”

  I’d always thought the idea of food play was too messy for the trouble, but the idea of licking whipped cream off her sexy body… Yeah, the idea held a helluva lot of appeal.

  She set down the bowl, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and did a half shrug. “Folks are always talking about chocolate sauce and whipped cream, so why not?”

  My eyes widened. “Folks? What folks have you been hanging out with that talk about chocolate sauce and whipped cream?”

  She arched a brow. I put my hand up and did a rapid shake of my head before she even spoke the name. Last thing I wanted was for my mind to be occupied of thoughts about my baby sister. The sound of Ginger’s musical laughter erupted. The amusement on her face, the joy radiating from her, all of it humbled my soul that I got to be a reason for it.

  I ran my tongue between my lips and held my hand out toward her. She slipped hers in mine as she moved over to sit in my lap. I slid my hand between her knees, traveling up her thighs. All while she watched and let her legs open to give me access.

  My fingers found the sweet spot, and I did a slow circle around her clit. The low moan she released was a siren’s call to my dick. When she shifted to rest against me and put her legs on either side of mine, my erection nestled between her ass cheeks. I pressed my lips to the side of her neck and nipped at the soft flesh. The faint saltiness hitting my tongue served as a reminder of last night’s marathon session. My hand moved lower to cup her mound, gliding easily along her silken skin, and her arousal coated my fingers.

  The action caused her to move her hips in tiny circles. My hardened cock swelled beneath her teasing ass. I wanted more. Never would I get my fill of this woman, and the wetness between us told me she felt the same. Two fingers easily slipped into her warm, slick folds, while my other hand journeyed under her T-shirt until I palmed a breast, pinching her hardened nipple. She rocked her hips forward in rhythm with the slow movements of my fingers.

  Shaky breaths escaped her parted lips, and she reached behind her to grab the chair. A simple motion, but one that pushed her breast into my hand. I smiled against her neck and pinched her tight bud again, receiving a strangled whimper in response.

  She loved nipple play, and I was always more than happy to oblige. The heavy orb settled into my palm as I rolled the stiffened peak between my fingers, each ridge and bump damn near committed to memory.

  “Have I told you how much I enjoy this?” I groaned as I ran my thumb down her smooth, bare sex.

  I was still amazed she’d gone and gotten a complete wax for me.

  “Hmm…the things I do for love.” She turned her head and kissed me.

  Twenty years from now, I knew I’d be as attracted and turned on by her as I was now, if not more. I ran my tongue along her sweet lips, tasting the remnants of her sugary breakfast, with a hint of mint. Ginger twisted, trying to get more contact with my mouth. Her tongue darted out and collided with mine.

  Hot hands held my face as our lips worked in a well-orchestrated dance. My dick twitched, and blood pounded in my ears, erratic and hard like the beating of my heart. The continued rocking of her ass against my aching cock was driving me mad with need. My fingers kept a steady pace in and out of her body. Her arousal soaked into my shorts, the cool wetness a stark contrast against my heated body.

  There was a time for teasing, and there was a time for burying myself balls deep within my wife. This was the latter. Ginger squealed in surprise when I quickly stood. I pushed her forward and she complied, bracing herself on the smooth wooden table and sticking her ass out in invitation. I dropped my pants, grabbed her hips, and entered into her hot body in one hard thrust.

  She sucked
in a quick breath but spread her legs wider. She was fucking perfect. I pushed into her hard and fast, gliding with ease along her warm, slickened walls. Pleas for more mixed with curses and other garbled words. One hand grabbed at mine at her hip; the other gripped the side of the table. Ripples of contractions massaged me as she tightened and released around my cock.

  The jars tipped over. Spoons rattled in empty bowls. And the table scratched across the hardwood floors with each thrust into her body. My breath came in hard, short bursts. Skin slapping against skin and the scent of sex in the morning.

  Damn, I loved my life.

  “Malcolm…” Her nails raked at the table and my name tumbled from her lips as a strangled moan.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  Her knees buckled and a drawn out “fuck” poured from her lips. The quivering bliss around me pulled me closer to my end. I gripped her hips tighter. Another few hard thrusts and my release burst free as she rode out the tail end of hers. With a final squeeze to the globes of her ass—which were now a lovely light pink from the pounding—I eased out. She stood, grabbed my biceps to steady herself, and bunched the hem of the T-shirt between her legs. The color in her cheeks, strands of her red hair clung to her damp forehead—her after-sex flush… A sight that always brought a smile to my face.

  I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. My heart swelled from the adoring look in her eyes, and I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her.

  “I love you.”

  “Love you, too. And I need a shower now.”

  “Better I got you all dirty before you took your shower instead of after this time.”

  She nodded, stretched up on her tiptoes for another quick kiss, then turned to go upstairs. I set the jars upright, thankful they didn’t roll off and break. After carrying our breakfast dishes over to the sink, I took the stairs two at a time to go join my Ginger and hopefully have round two.

  3

  Calida Sundae

  Malcolm

  Macy’s voice greeted me when I walked into the house. One day my baby sister would learn to call before she showed up—nevermind, no she wouldn’t. I placed the bags on the island and felt a tug at my pants. Smiling down at London, I bent to pick up my beautiful niece.

  “Hey, Sweetpea.”

  She wrapped her little arms around my neck. I knew exactly what she wanted. Bending forward, I let go and she dangled, giggling with glee. I straightened and made sure she was secure before I tickled her belly. She let loose more laughs as we headed over to join the ladies on the sofa.

  I kissed the top of Macy’s head. “Hey, sis.”

  “Hey. Sorry I’m crashing your kid-free day.”

  “Eh, it’s all good.” I glanced over at Ginger.

  She smiled at me then returned her eyes to the sleeping bundle in her arms—my nephew Lawrence. I didn’t know if men had the same sort of biological clock women talked about, but seeing my beautiful wife with a baby in her arms revved up the burning need I had to see her pregnant with my child.

  Macy and Mitch were done now that they had one of each, but I wanted to have at least three more. Lots of love and kids to fill the house.

  As if sensing my thoughts, Macy looked at me then over at her friend. “When are you two gonna call the stork?”

  “Mace, you’ve had two. You know damn well that’s not where babies come from.” I laughed.

  She exaggerated a gagging sound. “Denial is my friend when it comes to you and Lee.”

  Ginger smiled and adjusted Lawrence in her arms. “We’re still newlyweds. Plus, Shawn’s terrible twos extending into the threes, and the potty training fights…” She cut her gaze up at me. “Babies are coming. It just might be a little while.”

  I swallowed back the correction that sat at the tip of my tongue. She wanted to wait a while. We were on board with wanting more children, but so far she’d failed to commit to a certain timeframe of when she’d be ready to start. Sucking in a breath, I handed London to Macy and headed back to the abandoned bags on the island.

  “Don’t wait too long,” Macy said. Either she missed the exchange or was choosing to ignore it. “Having our kids grow up together would be fun if they’re all close in age.”

  Unable to trust myself to comment, I opted for a change of topic as I put away the groceries. “Where’s Mitch anyway?”

  Macy let out a huff and rolled her eyes. “One of his patients didn’t follow instructions. Her ass went rollerblading, tripped, and broke her brand new nose. He’s at the hospital. We were supposed to be going to the aquarium today.” She cocked her head to the side. “Did you buy any real food or only junk?”

  A large smile spread across my face and I glanced over to my wife, who’d already started turning a lovely shade of pink. “I’m having a sundae later.”

  Ginger burst into giggles, and Macy whipped her head back and forth between us. “OMG! You two.”

  I gave a half shrug. “Like the lady said, we’re newlyweds.” I put the cherries and whipped cream in the fridge as Macy faked more gagging.

  London crawled into her mother’s lap, put her tiny hands on either side of Macy’s face, and shushed her before telling her not to wake the baby. She frowned at her daughter before turning her around to sit in her lap. London made herself comfortable, then stuck her small thumb into her mouth. She’d be asleep soon like her brother.

  “You’d swear she was Lawrence’s mother some days.”

  Ginger laughed. “Wonder where she gets it from.”

  “Her father.”

  “Right,” I replied.

  I placed the other items in the pantry before picking up the second bag. Glancing again at my Ginger, I strolled over for a quick kiss.

  She reached out for the bag trying to steal a peek. “What’s that?”

  I looked at Macy, then back at her and winked. “For later.”

  Macy let out a dramatic sigh.

  “You know, Mace, you can’t ask when you’re getting another nephew or niece but then get all grossed out over how they get here.” Ginger gave my annoying sister a smug grin.

  A weird sense of pride swelled and somehow I managed to suppress a laugh and the “boo-ya” that would have accompanied it. Yup, that was my woman.

  Macy wrinkled up her nose and frowned in my direction. “Ruined her. That’s what you’ve done.”

  Ginger tugged at my arm, pulling me down for another kiss. “Yes, but in the best possible way.”

  Macy’s eyes softened. “Yeah, I guess so. Happiness radiates off you. Off both of you.”

  “What can I say, she pretty much hit the lotto with me.”

  I quickly dodged the playful swat that came my way, and both women groaned. With a wink and a soft chuckle, I bounded up the stairs to the sound of them talking shit about me having a big head and an overinflated ego.

  I’d just lit the final candle when Ginger emerged from the bathroom. The wet strands of her red hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders.

  She glanced around the room, clutching the fluffy towel wrapped around her body. “You’ve been busy.”

  I held my hand out toward her. “I was a good boy and ate all my dinner so it’s time for dessert.”

  She smiled and dropped the towel before stepping forward and placing her hand in mine. My dick hardened at the sight of her glorious naked form, with her pert breasts and rosy nipples that puckered when exposed to the air. I ran my fingers down the soft curve of her hip, delighting in the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. The light floral rosewater scent of her shampoo combined with the shea butter body wash created a beautiful, delicate mixture.

  Feminine. Soft. Her.

  Her attention went to the bed. “New sheets?”

  I nodded as I looked at the black sheets adorning our California king bed. “I suspect things are gonna get messy, and your husband is a smart man and thought ahead.”

  She circled her arms around my neck and stretched up on her tiptoes. I leaned down to meet her lips fo
r the kiss. They tasted of mint from her toothpaste, and I drove my tongue forward, exploring her mouth as if it were the first time.

  Her supple form molded into me, a perfect fit. Pebbled nipples bore into my chest, and eager hands tugged at my dreads, a simple demand for more. Moments like these—when she fully let herself go—I looked forward to and never took for granted.

  I dug my fingers into her firm ass as she rubbed herself against my straining erection. At this rate I would skip playtime and get right to the end. I bent to pick her up, which caused her to squeal and tighten her arms around my neck. Taking care not to drop her, I laid her down in the center of the bed.

  I stood back and openly appreciated the beautiful wonders of my wife’s naked body. The gentle curve of her hips. Slender waist. Even the barely there stretch marks along her sides. I loved every inch of her, and my cock swelled at the treasure before me.

  Ginger propped up on her elbows and licked her lips. She ran her hand across the sheets then frowned at the subtle crinkle noise.

  “One of those mattress cover things,” I answered before she could ask the question.

  “You really did think of everything.”

  “Baby, I’m more than just a pretty face.”

  Flipping over, she crawled to the edge of the bed where I stood and rose onto her knees. She ran her hands across my bare chest.

  “So much more,” she murmured.

  One hand moved down my body and stroked my dick. Her tongue took a slow path across her upper lip as she moved her hand along my thick length.

  “So, so, so much more.”

  A wide grin spread across my face. My fingers twitched to feel her; I grazed them down her waist until they rested at her hipbone. “You sure know how to stroke my…ego.”

  Ginger’s head fell against my chest and her shoulders shook as she laughed. I loved that sound almost as much as I enjoyed hearing her moan and scream out my name. Something I was eager to hear. I cupped her face and leaned down to give her a quick kiss. Her hands worked to push the only fabric separating us down. She wasted no time in taking my now free dick back into her soft hands. I groaned my appreciation against her lips.