Moses
I WASN’T EXPECTING MY INTERVIEWS to run this late. Based on the last couple of interviews, I wasn’t going to make my dinner with Alex. I hated cancelling on her, especially because we both promised to schedule our time better.
I looked at my watch. “Hey, Quentin.”
“What’s up?”
“Can you have this delivered for me?” I handed him the small white envelope. “She’s waiting for it.”
He looked at the address on the envelope. “I’ll send the intern with it now.”
“Thanks.”
“Do you need a break?”
“I’ll let you know.”
“Okay. I’ll send the next one in.”
“Thanks.”
He went out to the hall and returned with the next reporter. “Darryl, this is Peter from…”
After six hours of answering questions, it was a little difficult to keep up the energy. I was answering questions, but my mind was with Alex.
“I’m sorry for going over,” Peter said, as he shook my hand.
“No problem.”
“I’ll get with Quentin about the shoot.”
I felt my phone buzz. “Okay. Thanks.”
“Thanks.”
He walked out and I reached inside my pocket and pulled out my phone. I looked the screen and read the text.
Alex: Call me when you get a break.
I scrolled the contacts and pressed her number and it went straight to voice mail. “Call me.”
I followed up my phone message with a text.
Moses: Sorry for cancelling. Hope you enjoy your third favorite chocolate treat. Wanna go out tomorrow with your favorite chocolate treat?
My phone beeped with a message.
Alex: Sorry I couldn’t take your call. Of course, I accept your invitation, but only if I can have hot chocolate for dessert?
I immediately responded.
Moses: It’s a date. You know there’s nothing like having hot chocolate in a hot bath.
Alex: Uhm…I prefer my hot chocolate outside under the stars.
The coded message was so hot I almost dropped my phone. I looked at my watch. I had a few minutes before my next interview. I started to call her, when her next text came in.
Alex: When steaming hot chocolate is served the right way, it really doesn’t matter where you have it. Just as long as it tastes better than the last time you had it.
I immediately called her. “Hey baby,” she hummed. I checked the number to make sure I dialed the right number. It was my wife. The sultry voice sent a surge straight to my core.
“Hey, yourself. What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.”
“I got your message.”
“Thank you for the brownies.”
“You’re welcome.” Every word she said reminded me of the photo I had of her wrapped in a sheet. Or the one of her naked lying on her back and her legs crossed above her head wearing only a pair of shiny black patent leather pumps. My collar and pants felt tight. I looked at my watch and I was several hours away from being where that sheet was. I cleared my throat and began stuttering. “Uhm, uhm…that-that-that last me-me-message you sent…”
“Uh huh.” The soft way the words rolled off her lips, lit a fire only she could put out. I wanted to run over to her office and…
“Are you still at the store?”
“Yes.” Short, soft, hot answers. I imagined her licking her full wet lips after each statement.
“I take it you’re alone.”
“Yes,” she purred.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating brownies and thinking about you.” That tone said it all. If we were at home, we’d be half way to the Promised Land by now. “How much longer will you be?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Awhile.” I looked at my watch. Four o’clock. I still had a couple hours of interviews to go and a wife on fire, and nothing I could do about it. Why did I send those brownies? I forgot brownies were an aphrodisiac for Alex. I was hoping for forgiveness for breaking our date by sending her one of her favorite desserts. Instead, I just lit a fire I couldn’t put out.
She let out a soft hum. “Call me when you’re finished.”
“I will.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
It was almost nine when the car dropped me home. I walked inside and the house was completely dark. I figured Alex was out. My body was racing with energy, and the only outlet I wanted didn’t appear to be home. A cold shower wasn’t going to fix this. I could feel the blood racing through my body. My only other option was to change and hit the gym.
Alex fought me on turning half of the patio into a gym, but the nearest good gym was too far from the house. Besides, when I hit a writing slump, a little lifting helps clear my mind and opens the door for new thoughts and ideas.
I walked upstairs to our bedroom and the door was closed. I turned the knob, pushed the door open, and my eyes quickly adjusted to the candlelight and the glow of the fireplace. I looked around and when my eyes came back to the center of the room, they were focused on the bed.
Sitting in the center of the bed, against that sea of pillows she insisted we have on the bed, looking like royalty, was my wife…my favorite piece of chocolate.
“Hey, baby.” The sound of her voice matched the sensual vibe bouncing off the walls of our bedroom. My mood instantly perked up and my body came to attention. Alex was propped up on our bed, wearing only a shiny red smile and the pink sapphire and diamond pendant I gave her for Christmas. I couldn’t move. Every inch of my body was surging and throbbing.
“Hey.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was glistening from head to toe. My mind quickly filled with an array of things I wanted us to do. I was speechless. Since our honeymoon, my wife has learned to embrace her sensual side. She has amazed me with some of the things she has come up with. Tonight is right up there with me finding her naked on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn designating it sexy movie night. Or, the time I found her naked on the patio, saying it was a nice night for star gazing. Stargazing was her way of saying, she wanted to make love outside, under the stars. So far, I think my favorite was a toss up between this night and that time she surprised me in my office with a happy ending lap dance. God, I love my wife.
She tilted her head, looked up at me with those dangerous dark brown eyes, bit her lip, shifted a little on the bed and asked, “So, how much longer are you going to stand there staring at me?”
If I could get my legs to move, my mouth would have been tasting every inch of her. I didn’t want to blink, but I forced myself to. When I opened my eyes, she was still posed on the bed.
“Uhm…” I loosened my tie, unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, and the blood started to flow to my legs. I started walking towards the bed. “The house was dark and…,” I continued inching my way to the bed. “I thought I had missed my chance at…uhm…”
“A little hot chocolate…” she completed my statement as she stretched her hands above her head. It was like she was presenting herself to me. I was salivating and my pants were tight. I needed out of my clothes, and my tongue needed to be licking those supple breasts.
I tossed my jacket and tie across the room and they landed on the chaise in the corner. I stepped closer to the bed and finished undressing. I was as naked as Adam and sure my excitement level was equal to what he experienced the first time he saw Eve.
My eyes dropped to her breasts and their beauty overshadowed the magnificent pendant nestled between the two beautiful mounds of luscious mocha flesh I couldn’t wait to taste. When I saw the stone, this is how I pictured it…nestled between those two perfect breasts. My mouth was wet with desire.
She beckoned for me like a little puppy. I followed her command to join her. However, I didn’t climb the mountain immediately. I took the scenic route, enjoying the sweet and spicy taste of her skin. My mouth and tongue savored every inch of her hot skin. The swift intake of her breath as my mouth connected with the inside of her hot thigh, was the perfect aphrodisiac.
My eyes met hers as my hand brushed across her black curls. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I kissed my way up her stomach as she let out a deep moan. I raised up above her, lowered my mouth right above hers and kissed her neck. My not kissing her lips, aroused her even more.
“Baby…”
She went to wrap her hands around me, and I grabbed them and pinned them down. She looked at me, smiling. “I want to savor every bite of chocolate.”
I dragged my tongue around her breast and she arched up into my mouth. My body was reacting, but I wasn’t ready. I licked her other breast and she repeated the move. She tasted sweet and spicy, like chocolate. I took turns teasing and tasting her breasts and her cries grew louder.
“Baby…please…I need…”
I knew my wife’s body, how it reacts and responds. A slow drag of my tongue along her breasts and she arched into my mouth. A gentle tug on her nipple between my teeth and she cried out. I knew she was on the verge of exploding.
I brushed my tongue across her hard nipple and she cried out again. I cupped her other swollen breast and took my time as I brought her to the edge. She grabbed the sheets and arched up against my chest. She began to shake and I knew she was almost there. I gently grabbed her nipple between my teeth and she cried out again. Then I grabbed it’s twin between my fingers and was treated to another cry of approval. Her excitement continued to grow. “Not yet.”
She bit her lip and cried out, “More…” She pressed on my hand, directing me. I did as she requested and made love to her hot swollen breast with my tongue. Not to neglect its twin, but when the roof of my mouth connected with her nipple, she crashed. She looked beautiful lying there in a sea of pleasure, shaking and trembling.
I eased up to her ear. “Would you like some more?”
She nodded and softly uttered, “Yes, please.”
She was breathing hard, with her eyes closed. I parted her legs and eased my hand along the inside of her hot, wet thigh. Her skin was so hot, the heat scorched my fingers. I slowly eased my fingers inside that space that belonged to me and she surrounded me with her warmth.
I journeyed deeper following her lead. The steady rhythm stirred up her arousal. Her breathing turned into a series of deep sexy moans. I felt her tighten around my finger and she pressed down on my hand. I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. I kissed her as my finger danced back and forth until she crashed. The sound of her giving in to her orgasm filled the room as she continued to spasm.
Her eyes were half open as I slowly removed my hand. I looked at my beautiful wife, and the glow on her face surpassed that of the pendant and the candlelight.
I eased up to her ear and asked, “May I have a taste?”
“Yes.”