Smoldering Desire Page 6

  They were squeezed into a corner talking, when someone fired a gun and that created pandemonium. Without any hesitation, he had picked her up and she had pressed her face to his chest as he barreled his way through the chaos and out to safety. He never made it to his brother’s bachelor party, he drove her to a coffee shop where they talked until it closed, then he followed her to her house, where they sat outside in his car until dawn. She knew by then that she wanted to marry him. He had asked her out for breakfast and they’d been together since.

  At three o’clock in the morning Sawyer and Walt stumbled to their honeymoon suite. After much fumbling around in his tuxedo pocket for the key card and several attempts at opening the door, because everything was shifting and looked as though it was smeared with cooking oil, he finally opened it then scooped up his new wife and carried her across the threshold. They fell onto the bed, a big heap of alcohol, giggles, and love.

  Walt cupped Sawyer’s face and drunkenly kissed her, he drew away and gazed into her eyes. “I love you Mrs. Spector.”

  Sawyer grinned tiredly at her husband. “I love you too,” she said, then glanced shyly at him. “I guess I’d better go change out of this dress.” She nervously ran her hand over the slick surface of her dress, smoothing it down.

  Walt stroked his wife’s cheek. “You look so beautiful just like this, don’t change,” he gently pleaded.

  Sawyer smiled. “I gotta babe…otherwise we can’t…”

  “What?”

  “You know,” she said, her voice coy.

  “What?”

  “Make love,” she said softly. “We won’t be able to make love.”

  “Oh yeah,” he said stupidly.

  “Yeah, oh yeah,” she teased. Sawyer kissed her husband then stood up. “I’ll be right back,” she promised, then took measured steps towards the bathroom, careful not to break out in a run. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw her overnight bag on the vanity. In it was lingerie, perfume, and a few other goodies to make her honeymoon night memorable. “Good job Campbell.”

  Sawyer was glad that she had changed out of her wedding dress after the ceremony and slipped into a sexy knee length cocktail dress for the reception. Campbell had bagged up her wedding dress and had it under lock and key until she and Walt returned from their honeymoon.

  Sawyer slipped out of her dress and hung it up on the bathroom door. The rest of her clothing was next, she neatly put everything in a mesh pouch and secured it in her overnight bag. She placed a shower cap over her hair then winked at her reflection. “No need to mess up my hair, I’m sure my baby will do it.”

  She turned on the water and adjusted it to the desired temperature, when it was the way she wanted, she stepped into the shower and scrubbed her face free of makeup. Walt always liked her face natural. We’re finally going to do it, she thought happily. Twenty months was a long time to wait, she decided. But at least tonight will be special for both of us. She squirted some body wash on her loofah and closed her eyes while she slowly washed herself. Bits and pieces of her and Walt’s relationship flashed in her mind. She peeked at a truth about her relationship and a frown skidded over her face so quickly that she didn’t realize she had done it. Like most people who don’t want to see the truth she pushed it away without dissecting it.

  Sawyer stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She dabbed at her skin soaking up the excess liquid, and just as her mother had taught her to, she immediately rubbed lotion into her skin. Sawyer went over to her overnight bag and pulled out a piece of lingerie. “I hope this isn’t too much,” she murmured. She had bought two pieces, she ignored the red one and instead focused on the one made of an off-white frothy material. Sawyer scrunched her nose. “This is the better one, it’s hot…a lot hotter.” While it was demure in color, the piece was sexy and she loved the way it looked against her chocolate hued skin.

  She slipped it over her head and it floated down her body, she shivered lightly at the way the airy material felt against her skin. Months of working out had made her almost Barbie shaped body even hotter. Her breasts seemed to grow a cup, her waist had whittled down to twenty one inches and her hips had swelled out to an appealing width. And the teeny baby doll showed it all off to perfection. She nervously scrutinized her reflection. “I hope he thinks I’m beautiful.” She quickly brushed her teeth and swiped on some lip gloss.

  Excitement bubbled in Sawyer’s stomach, she anxiously touched her hair, took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Walt had turned down the lights, she noticed that he had taken off his tuxedo and had flung it over a chair.

  “Hey baby,” she called softly. She didn’t get a response, she whispered again, still nothing, she continued to the bed. She froze when she saw her husband, sprawled across the bed, snoring lightly.

  Sawyer settled down next to him and pecked him on the lips. Her husband snorted and turned on his side. “Really Walt?” She angrily nudged him in his back, it was like hitting a wall, she winced. “Get up!” she hissed. Walt didn’t move. “Oh crap!” she angrily dropped onto the bed and turned onto her side, her back to her new husband. “If I had known my wedding night was going to be like this, I would’ve brought Steele.”

  Sawyer buckled herself into the airplane seat and squeezed Walt’s hand. “Hi hubby,” she said then giggled.

  Walt grinned then kissed her on the lips. “Hi wifey.”

  The flight attendant strolled by and offered them champagne. Walt begged off, but Sawyer accepted, they were, after all, in first class and it was their honeymoon.

  “I can’t wait to see our hotel room,” Sawyer gushed. She took a sip of champagne. “Mmm, this is delicious, you should have some.”

  “Naw, I had enough alcohol last night. Have another glass on me.” He grinned when his wife saluted him with her glass. “Hey, I’m sorry about last night,” Walt whispered.

  Sawyer leaned over and kissed her husband. “It’s okay, just don’t let it happen again,” she said playfully. They had gotten up so late that they barely made it out of the hotel before noon. And lovemaking was the last thing on either of their minds. “Besides, we have the rest of our lives to make love. I can’t wait until we get to Mexico. You can make everything up to me then.”

  “I will baby,” Walt promised then promptly fell asleep. Sawyer pulled out her E-reader and scrolled through hundreds of books before deciding on one. She settled into the seat and began reading. A few minutes later, she looked out the window and into a canvas of blue. A full week of fun in the sun and sex under the covers, Sawyer thought happily to herself.

  “The hotel room is gorgeous!” Sawyer screamed. “Thank you.” She jumped into her husband’s arms and passionately kissed him. “Come on, let’s go to bed,” she whispered in his ear.

  “We can do that later, let’s go sightseeing.”

  Sawyer pursed her lips with disappointment and slid out of Walt’s arms. “I thought we were going to make love.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the bed. “Come on baby, we’re on our honeymoon, I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

  Walt dug his heels in the carpet and snatched his hand away. “Me too. But it’s a beautiful day, let’s go out and enjoy it. And I want to try some authentic Mexican food. And when we get back, we’ll make love…I promise.”

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  Bianca Tisdale re-read the ad that she wanted to place on brandislist.com.

  My husband will be out of town for the Fourth of July weekend – I’m looking for a beautiful lady to make me see fireworks

  Thirty-year-old bi-curious female is looking for a playmate for the weekend of July 3 – July 6. Must be a girly girl and beautiful. No specific race; however, I am African American and I am attracted to African American women, but am open to all races. I will provide the food and all entertainment, but must be willing to spend the entire weekend with me in a hotel room. As you can see from the body shot, I am in shape, I work out a lot, and I would like the
same from you but a few extra pounds would be fine. Please respond, no picture no reply. No couples and no men need apply. ABSOLUTELY no drugs or smokers. DISCRETION IS A MUST.

  She crossed her fingers then clicked on the submit button. “Hopefully, I’ll get some responses.”

  Over the course of the week, she sifted through hundreds of responses. Some hateful, telling her that there isn’t a switch on sexuality and she needed to fucking choose what she wanted, men or women, those were immediately deleted. Then there were the pictures of men’s dicks whose owners stated that they would love to play with her while her husband was out of town, or better yet have him join the activities. Those were deleted as well. Bianca reviewed the responses that she deemed as possibilities.

  She had gotten one picture that made her heart almost stop, the lady coincidently looked a lot like her first same-sex partner. “Wow!” Bianca immediately sent her an e-mail.

  Bianca sat back in her chair and reminisced about her short-term college fling. It was with her roommate Lizzie. One night after a long night of partying, she and Lizzie had gotten wasted and ended up kissing passionately and waking up in each other’s arms. The second time, after another night of crazy partying, she and Lizzie started off kissing, just like before, but that had quickly escalated to touching each other’s breasts and stroking each other’s pussies. Lizzie had left college after that semester and Bianca often wondered what would have happened if she had stayed. The image of Lizzie’s breasts and the way her body felt stayed with her, years later, and she wanted to experience that again. The Fourth of July weekend was the perfect time. Her husband, Howard, had plans to travel to L.A. for that weekend.

  She sighed and got up, it was almost time for Howard to come home and she had to put the finishing touches on their dinner.

  Bianca strolled through their mansion which was a far cry from the two-bedroom apartment she and her family had grown up in. After she had garnered a full scholarship to Tuskegee University she never looked back.

  Once in the kitchen, Bianca checked on the roasted leg of lamb which was still resting. Peace settled over her as she looked around, the Gazpacho was chilling in the refrigerator and she planned on grilling some vegetables when Howard got home. This was her life now, living in a mansion, serving on committees, volunteering and sharing her life with a rich husband who doted on her.

  She loved Howard, was nearly in love with him the first time she had met him. He had come into Nordstrom’s men’s department, where she was working at the time, looking for a suit. She had been smitten with his humble demeanor, intrigued by his dry wit and turned on by his good looks. It wasn’t until after their third date that he had admitted to her that he was a multi-millionaire. He had inherited his money from his grandfather who had made his fortune in oil.

  He could’ve decided not to work and squander his money away on partying or traveling. But that wasn’t his personality. After he had gotten his law degree and passed the bar, he started a foundation that benefitted at risk kids, single moms and families that earned too much to be eligible for government assistance but would disintegrate without any type of financial help.

  Bianca loved him with every fiber of her being. And he would give her anything in the world, but he couldn’t give her what she wanted…another woman.

  They could easily afford a full-time chef and housekeeper, but Bianca nixed that idea once they had gotten married. Because of the size of their house, she did acquiesce to having a cleaning service tidy up their mansion twice a month. Right after she and Howard had gotten married, she had quit her job in retail and went back to school, where she earned her bachelor’s degree in culinary science. She had graduated at the top of her class and Howard reaped the spoils. Bianca always cooked him a gourmet breakfast and dinner that rivaled any restaurant made meal.

  She had developed such a passion for cooking that she started a catering business and catered private dinners and public events. Sometimes she found herself cooking for anywhere between ten or five thousand people. She didn’t need the money but she enjoyed doing it. Since Howard traveled so much he liked seeing her busy instead of burning her hours waiting for him to return home.

  “Hey B, I’m home, where are you?”

  Bianca giggled. He did the same thing every day; he’d roam their mansion, yelling her name until he found her. Fortunately, he didn’t have far to look, he knew that she would either be in their master suite, the media room or, in this case, the kitchen.

  When he stepped into the kitchen she jumped into his arms, he twirled her around and kissed her passionately. He easily handled her petite frame. Married for just two years, the honeymoon glow still surrounded them.

  “Did you have a good day?” Howard asked after he set his wife down. He looked lovingly in her eyes.

  “I did, I met Sierra for lunch, we did a little shopping—”

  “How much of my money did you spend woman!” he asked feigning anger. He wasn’t worried; his wife was very prudent when it came to spending his money, that was just one thing on a long list of qualities that he loved about her.

  “Just a couple grand,” she joked. “I saw a pair of Louboutins that I had to have.”

  His dark brown eyes shined with amusement. “You just exceeded your shoe allowance, no more new shoes for the rest of the year,” he retorted.

  “Come on Daddy, help a sistah out,” she playfully begged. “I know that I’ll need more shoes, we’re only in the middle of the year.” She lowered her voice then whispered, seductively, “I’ll do anything for more shoes.” Bianca stroked his face.

  He arched an eyebrow. “Anything?”

  “A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G,” she spelled out.

  Howard carried his wife to the great room, where he set her on the couch. He slid one strap of her sun dress down over her shoulder then quickly did the second one.

  “Take it off,” he said roughly.

  Bianca slipped off the flimsy material and kicked it away, leaving her wearing only a thong. Howard knelt in front of her, so that her breasts were inches away from his mouth. He eagerly brought a nipple into his mouth and Bianca groaned, she clasped his head bringing him closer and forcing him to gorge himself on her breast. When he was done with one breast he moved to the second.

  Howard kissed his way down to her mound and her lush lips pressed against her thong. He slowly moved his tongue over the flimsy fabric of her thong, tracing her pussy, his saliva mixed with her juices made the fabric transparent.

  Bianca grabbed the itsy bitsy piece of string that was holding her thong together. “I’ll take these off.”

  Howard stopped her. “Nu uh, you said you’d do anything to earn your shoe allowance. And for right now, I want you to keep them on.”

  “Oh, okay,” Bianca said with a pout, while reluctantly playing along. She wanted to feel his tongue on her clit.

  Howard reached up and ran a finger over Bianca’s thinly veiled pussy. He felt her legs wobble. He knew exactly what to do to bring her to her knees. Howard pushed the wet material to the side exposing her pussy. He leisurely moved his tongue through her wet creases and when he grazed her clit, her knees bent. He caught her in the nick of time.

  “Come on, I got something for you.”

  “Howard!” she protested. “I liked what you were doing.”

  “I could tell. Grab two pillows. Follow me,” he instructed, then walked away. He stopped at their grand spiral staircase. He snatched off his shirt, then T-shirt, his pants, shoes and socks quickly followed. “Take off your thong.”

  Bianca pulled it off and threw it on top of his pile of clothes. Howard admired his wife’s body. His eyes showed his appreciation and so did his hard dick.

  “You’re sexy as hell baby. Now put one pillow on one step and give me the other,” he instructed, and she did. “Now kneel on it, but don’t face me, I want to see your ass.” She positioned herself exactly as Howard wanted.

  Howard placed his pillow on the step right below Bianca’s then
kneeled on it. He grabbed his wife’s waist and slowly eased his cock inside her. “How does this feel?” he whispered in her ear.

  “You feel good; your dick feels so good. Go fast for me,” she begged.

  “Ah, this is why I love you.” Howard picked up the pace, his pelvis smacking Bianca’s ass. She cried out with every thrust, she pushed her ass into him forcing him to go deeper, and he did. Bianca braced her arms on the steps, using them as leverage. Their bodies made a loud smacking sound as Howard’s dick slid smoothly in and out of her.

  Bianca reached between her legs and stroked his balls, she delicately squeezed them, and Howard’s strokes became faster.

  Bianca’s hand dropped when his dick slid over her G-spot. “Oh baby, keep that stroke, don’t stop, you’re hitting my spot. Oh.” By the way his wife’s body tensed he knew she was close to coming. He kept the same pace, when she began whimpering and her body started trembling that was his signal to let go. With a loud shout, he exploded inside her, the same time her orgasm overwhelmed her.

  They fell on the stairs in a sweaty heap.

  “Wow! That was amazing,” Bianca croaked. “Where did you learn that?”

  “Hey, a man gotta have some secrets.” He kissed her softly on the back. “Come on, let’s go shower, then eat.” He picked her up and carried her upstairs to their bedroom where they showered together.

  Howard licked his fingers. “That was delicious. I think I gained ten pounds since we’ve been married.”

  Bianca smiled at the compliment. Howard was in even better shape now than he was the day they married, they both were. They made a commitment to workout together in their home gym. Their hard work paid off, their bodies were the envy of their friends. “You just worked five of them off about an hour ago.”

  He winked at her. “And hopefully, I’ll work off the other five tonight.”