The Lists

by Meka James

  Using my weight, I pushed forward, forcing her to fall back. I loomed above her on all fours. The flicker of the candles danced shadows on her face and added to her sensual allure. A trickle ran down the head of my penis. My beautiful wife lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers around my thickness, giving me a slow stroke, and I swallowed hard. A low groan rumbled in the back of my throat when she let her thumb circle through the liquid.

  I nearly came undone when stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked it, slow and deliberate. She cocked her head to the side, a flirtatious grin on her lovely face. “So, what’s on the menu?”

  With a lazy blink, air refilled my lungs, and my mind reset to the task at hand instead of wandering off with thoughts of her lips wrapped around my aching cock. Reaching over, I grabbed the bottle of warmed caramel sauce and let my gaze ravish her body. “You.”

  The sexy little minx wiggled into a better position and raised her arms above her head. Her lust-laden eyes danced. “Happy dining.”

  She was fucking seductive as hell without even trying. I let out a breath and told myself to enjoy this instead of caving to take her hard and fast. After squirting a dime-sized amount of the lukewarm confection onto my finger, I spread it along her lips, tracing each curve along the way.

  Her mouth opened slightly and she followed the same path with her tongue. “Mmm…”

  My dick twitched. Fuck! That sound. This was about to be harder than I thought. The remnants of the sweet syrup tinted her lips and beckoned me forward for a kiss. Our mouths connected, soft hands ran up my arms, her legs parted, and all I had to do was wrap one around my waist and I’d be in nirvana. The sugary sweetness amplified her taste, and she suckled my tongue, pulling and swirling it around. Things would be over too soon, so I pulled back, shifted my weight, and set my sights on her taut nipples.

  I drew a slow circle around one, and the sticky sauce trickled down the side of her plump breast. I ducked to catch the getaway confection, licking back up the short path to the prize I wanted. Ginger arched her back and pressed into me when my mouth closed around the hard bud. A throaty moan rumbled low, and her hands tangled in my dreads as she kept my head in place. I squeezed the meaty flesh and captured her nipple between my teeth. She hissed and pushed against me, begging for more.

  I released and looked up at her. “Hmm, sweet. Let’s see if the other side tastes as good.”

  She bit the corner of her lip and watched through hooded eyes as I drizzled more caramel sauce around the other nipple. This time I used my finger to spread it outwards, starting close to her areola, the circle getting wider as the circumference increased.

  I sat up and looked at my handiwork, smiling at the tan swirls covering her perky breast. “I think you should have a matching set.” I proceeded to do the same finger painting on the other side, Ginger wiggling beneath me. “Now…” I grabbed the whipped cream from the nightstand.

  I gave it a few shakes before pressing the nozzle.

  Ginger jumped when the first spray hit her skin. “Oh, that’s cold!”

  I ignored her complaint as I continued to release the whipped cream until I was satisfied with the mini mountain that now sat atop one of her breasts, then I repeated the action on the other side. To finish it off, I grabbed two cherries from the bowl and pushed them into the whipped cream.

  “Baby, I’m liking this.”

  Ginger shook her head and laughed. She arched her back and smiled. “They look good. Maybe I should talk to Mitch about a boob job.”

  The corners of my mouth tugged downward. “Don’t you dare. I love every inch of you as you are.” I moved up and kissed her, careful to keep our bodies separated so I didn’t mess up my creation.

  Dropping the can on the bed beside me, I turned my attention back to the bottle of caramel. I started at the valley between her breasts and left squiggles down her body, and stopped right above her navel. I picked up the whipped cream again, circled her belly button, then stuck a cherry in the center.

  I licked my lips when my gaze drifted between her legs. She had them parted and her arousal was as evident as mine. Our eyes met. Damn, she was beautiful. Mouth open, her tongue peeking out between her lips. No request needed to be spoken. My Ginger spread her legs wider and dropped her head back onto the bed. I trailed my fingers up the inside of her thigh, stopping at her bare sex.

  I squeezed a line of caramel down the path my finger had taken. The sweet confection broke off into separate drops as gravity took over. She let out a soft huff when my tongue made contact with her skin. The sweetness from the syrup mixed with the heady scent of her arousal filled my nostrils as I licked my way up her thigh. Her legs opened wider. I kissed one side, then the other.

  “Please, Malcolm.” Her breathy request, a direct magnet to my dick, drew me toward the temptation she so eagerly put on display.

  After squeezing more of the topping onto my finger, I smeared a thin line down one side of her smooth lips, then the other. “Whatcha want, baby?”

  I sucked the remaining stickiness off my finger before I circled her clit. An appreciative response in the form of a drawn-out moan and the rocking of her hips set my body on fire. I’d never tire of this—exploring her body and discovering new ways to pleasure her. My life’s goal was to leave no part of her untouched.

  “Mal…”

  I continued to make lazy circles around her stiff nub. “Tell me.”

  “You.”

  I blew across her heated skin. “Me what?”

  She looked down at me through narrowed eyes. “Your mouth. Now.”

  I laughed at the frustration in her voice. I loved bringing out this side of her, making her beg—no, demand what she wanted. I placed her legs over my shoulders and put an end to our torture. My mouth lavished attention where she wanted it most, licking away the sticky sauce mixed with her arousal.

  Ginger writhed beneath me, grabbing onto my head as she pushed forward in her silent demand for me to give her more. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked on the swollen flesh. My tongue pushed forward, penetrating her as far as it would go. Her hips rocked and she gyrated against my face to take what she needed.

  And I loved it.

  With my hands under her ass, I lifted her to get a better angle. I ran my tongue along her slit before giving quick flicks to her nub. My fingers dug into her supple flesh as I continued to lap at her decadent folds. Tanginess mixed with sweet delight ignited my taste buds. Airy pants and low mewls vibrated in my ears. She was close. I ducked my head, thrusting my tongue in and out of her body.

  Her back arched, her legs stiffened around my head, and with a strangled “yes,” her orgasm hit. The grip on my hair tightened as she rode it out. I kneaded her soft globes and kept working, taking pride in her garbled words and the vise hold her legs created, until she begged for a reprieve. Eventually her body relaxed, and she untangled her fingers from my dreads. I rose onto my knees above her. Her chest lifted and fell with her heavy breaths. The whipped cream mountains on her breasts had slid down the sides, and she looked at me with a satisfied grin. Taking the cherry from her belly button, I swirled it in the remaining cream surrounding her navel.

  Ginger parted her lips, allowing me to place the fruit in her mouth. I swooped in for a kiss, reveling in the taste of the sweetness from the cherry, caramel sauce, and her—my favorite flavor. Our mouths remained connected when I shifted and placed my aching dick at her opening.

  She broke free and arched her back when I entered her slowly. The way her body opened for me, taking me in while I prolonged both our sweet agony…absolute perfection. Like puzzle pieces, we fit together. I didn’t move and took a minute to relish in the feeling of our joined bodies. She gazed at me with love-filled eyes, a look which always made my heart skip a beat. She was mine.

  I eased back, then pushed forward again. The warm sheath of her body surrounded me in pure bliss. Ginger wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands venturing down to my ass. Her cue. My pace increased.
My muscles contracted with each thrust into her body. Her head rolled from side to side and her nails dug in. The glorious bite from them was a welcomed pleasure. Low whimpers vibrated past her lips.

  Her walls tightened around me and her body stiffened before the shudders took over. I kept pumping, the feel of her orgasm pulling me closer to my own. I grabbed the top of the mattress and buried my face in the crook of her neck; her intoxicating scent filled my senses.

  I nipped and sucked at the salty skin. She let her fingers dance across my back, whispered touches that seeped into my soul and drove me forward. Ragged, warm bursts of air hit the side of my face, and her low moans tickled my ear. She lifted her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust, her walls continuing to pulsate around my cock until my own release broke free.

  Once the aftershocks subsided, I rolled off and collapsed beside her. I ran my hand across her sticky abdomen and turned to prop up on my elbow. Our breathing remained heavy, but she wore a satisfied, peaceful look. Mona Lisa smile, half-closed eyes, strands of hair trapped against her damp forehead.

  The sheets were a messy mixture of melted whipped cream and sticky caramel. But after this, I’d never been so excited about needing to do laundry. I reached over and smoothed the hair from her face.

  She reached up and stroked my cheek. “We need a shower.”

  I took one of her sweet nipples into my mouth. “Mmm, but I like you like this.”

  She swung a leg over to straddle me. “Keep that up and I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  I slid my hands up her sticky thighs until they met between her legs, stroking her with my thumbs. “I’ll carry you.”

  4

  Homecoming

  Calida

  “Mommy monster will get you,” I said, chasing after Shawn.

  His infectious giggles filled the space as he ran around the table. “No mons’er.”

  I ran around the other side, scooped him up, and attacked his neck with kisses. My sweet little boy never failed to brighten my day. Keeping him from being spoiled was a losing battle between my parents and my in-laws, and especially his daddy. His daddy officially as of two months ago. I’d presented him with the paperwork on our wedding night, and when the final adoption papers came, Malcolm had been so content and at peace seeing them.

  I swung Shawn around to my back, and he instantly wrapped his arms around my neck like the little monkey he was. Holding on to his legs, I headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

  “All right, kiddo, time for food.”

  I got him settled in his high chair, smoothed the hair from his face, and placed a kiss on the top of his head. He smiled up at me, his bright blue eyes shining. How would he handle being a big brother? Our little family would grow at some point, and I hoped Shawn would take to having to share attention, unlike my sister. My biggest worry—he’d be like Dorian and take way too long to accept his sibling. Or siblings, as Malcolm always said.

  I ran my hand across my stomach. Our family was definitely going to grow. It was only a matter of timing. The idea of having Malcolm’s child wrapped around me like a warm blanket. He’d be a great father—he was a great father. And I had not a single worry things would change in his relationship with Shawn.

  After cutting up an apple into bite-sized pieces, I spread them onto his tray while I prepared the rest. The alarm chimed, getting my attention. Joy radiated through me at the sight of my husband walking through the door. He’d been in North Carolina only three days for his monthly sales meeting, but not having him beside me at night made it feel much longer. His mere presence had my body reacting with need. It was as if a part of me went dormant in his absence, a fact that both excited me and scared me. Needing him the way I did terrified me because the side of me that worried about the world ending never completely went away. I tried not to let it take hold too often, chose to focus more on the good.

  “Hey, baby.” He slid his hand along my lower back and greeted me with a kiss. The tickle of his beard, the smell of his cologne, all sparked a tingle between my legs and sent my heart into overdrive.

  The kiss was cut short by the eager squeals of Shawn, who wanted his father’s attention. Malcolm popped one of the apple bits into his mouth before freeing Shawn from his chair.

  “How’s my big boy? Did you take care of Mommy while I was gone?”

  An excited “yes” was followed by laughs when Mal tickled him.

  “You hungry?”

  “Starved.”

  I received another quick kiss before he took his suitcase, with Shawn in tow, upstairs. By the time they returned I had two paninis ready for us and a PB&J sandwich waiting for Shawn. I cut my eyes at Malcolm when he set his jar beside my plate. He winked before putting our son back in his chair.

  We ate, talked about his trip, with him being overly dramatic when he informed me how his parents weren’t as excited to see him since he was alone. Complete with a pout and nonsense about being replaced as favorite. As much as I wanted to travel back to our home state with him each month, separation was good. Making the heart grow fonder and all that as the saying went.

  Afterwards, Mal cleaned the kitchen while I took Shawn upstairs to change his dirty clothes. I longed for the day when he’d eat and get most of his food in his mouth and not on his clothes, or in his hair. When we returned downstairs, Mal sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He put it down to pick up Shawn, who ran right to him, eager to play video games. I tried not to feel slighted that my two-year-old refused my attempts to play with him on a gaming system he didn’t even understand.

  “You know he wouldn’t play with me,” I said, taking a seat beside two of the most important males in my life.

  Malcolm turned and licked his lips as he eyed me. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll play with you.”

  My only response was to press my lips together and look away. His double meanings and blatant innuendoes still had the ability to render me speechless. Knowing him, they probably always would, and I didn’t mind that one bit. My body yearned for him, and I couldn’t stop myself from checking the clock to see how close nap time was.

  When I faced him again, Mal’s cocky smirk remained in place as he cast a quick glance at me before hitting start on the game.

  I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes. “Will you let me win?”

  He smiled. That fucking, full-faced, I’m-in-trouble-because-I can’t-resist-him smile, and I was thankful Shawn sat between us. It meant he had to keep his responses G-rated. Happy, loud squeals stole our attention. The tiny human between us moved the buttons on the broken controller while Mal did the actual racing of the cartoon car on the screen.

  “What’ll I get?” he asked, eyes remaining on the TV.

  “What?”

  He cast a glance at me. “To throw the game. To take a dive I’ll need—” he eyed me again, lopsided sexy grin firmly in place, “—compensation.” The drop in his voice accompanied by the lustful twinkle in his eye had me shaking my head.

  G-rated words or not, my sexy husband had a knack for making everything sound dirty. I swallowed hard and pressed my legs together. Shawn continued to squeal as “he” drove his car.

  “I’ll play with your joystick,” I replied after a beat.

  A spin-out followed by a crash into the wall and excited laughter from Shawn. I did a mental fist bump at being able to throw him off, unfolded myself from the couch, and walked over to the table. I could feel his eyes on me, a feeling that was confirmed when I returned with the jar.

  “My joystick, huh?” Amusement glistened in his eyes.

  I rolled the jar around in my hand and shrugged, doing my damnedest to remain nonchalant. “It fits. It’s a stick, sorta. More like a tree trunk, but that doesn’t have the same ring. But it brings me joy, so joystick.”

  Our gazes remained locked, and I lost the battle of keeping a smile off my face. Shawn dropped his controller and climbed into my lap, reaching for the jar in the process. He wrapped his chubby hands around it
and shook, giggling at the subtle rattle created.

  “So, do I get to win?”

  Mal stretched his arm along the back of the sofa and crossed his ankles, the smile never leaving his face. “Hell, yeah. I’ll throw every dam— dang game we play.”

  I rolled my eyes and laughed at myself over how easily I fell into his traps. Taking the jar back from Shawn was met with whining, which was quickly squashed when Mal handed him the controller.

  It’d been about two weeks since his first pick, so it was my turn. My heart thudded with anticipation. Another quick shake before I unscrewed the top, closed my eyes, and pulled out one of the pieces of paper. I unfolded it, read it, looked up at Mal, and then read it again. Two words. Two fucking words that were like being dumped in an ice bath.

  “Don’t leave me in suspense. What’s up first?”

  The eagerness in his voice cut through the threads of anxiety that were starting to take hold. I balled my left hand into a fist and shoved it between my thighs to keep from stroking my rings. He’d know right away and I didn’t want to ruin this for him.

  I took a breath and turned it so he could see. “Really?”

  He sat forward, read it, and laughed. “Dam— dang straight. And there will be—” he cupped his hands around his mouth and mouthed “sex,” “—in the boom-boom room.”

  5

  Private Dancer

  Calida

  The knock at the door followed by the rattle of the knob being jiggled made me jump. I’d taken the time it took him to put Shawn down for the night to get the room ready. Everything was set for me to put on his show.