Chapter Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four
I was standing in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, examining my nude body. It was my ritual, twice a day, every day.
I decided, as I reached for the Neutrogena sesame oil, that, yeah, I still looked good.
After dousing my wet body with the oil and then patting myself dry, I walked through the connecting door that led to my bedroom.
I loved being naked. There was something so freeing about it. It’s even better being naked after a few martinis, I thought and then laughed out loud.
The phone rang, cutting through Toni Braxton’s “Unbreak My Heart,” which was playing softly in the background.
“Hello?”
“Sweetheart.” Kendrick’s sexy voice came across the receiver.
“Well, hell-o, stranger,” I replied and stretched myself across my king-size bed. I hadn’t seen Kendrick since he’d returned from London or the subsequent trip to Montreal, but he’d sent me three vases of red roses.
“I tried to reach you at the office today, but Kayla said you were in meetings all day and couldn’t be disturbed,” I said as I slid one of my legs back and forth across the silk comforter.
“Yeah. It was a long, hard day,” Kendrick breathed. “You sound very relaxed, lady. What are you doing?”
“Lying here naked and growing hornier by the minute.”
“Oooh, that’s a great visual. Tell me more,” he purred.
I wasn’t one for phone sex. But what the hell, right?
I flipped over and onto my back and used my free hand to play with my nipples. “Well, right now I’m rolling my nipples between my fingers.”
“Umm. Does it feel good?” I could hear the change in his voice.
His breathing was becoming labored.
“Oooh yeah, baby. It feels soooo good,” I said, really getting into blue movie mode.
“Touch yourself,” Kendrick whispered, and so I let my hand leave my breasts and move down my body, across my taut stomach and down between my legs.
“Oh,” I moaned as my finger brushed my pulsating clitoris before heading down to my hole.
“What, what? Is it wet there?”
“Oh, baby, it’s so wet there,” I crooned.
“Push your finger up inside your cunt,” he ordered, panting now.
Shoot, we both were.
So I did. But that’s where the magic ended. My finger was no substitute for my man’s big black dick, and I told him so.
“I need you here, baby.”
“I’m coming,” he said and there was a rattling sound as the phone missed the base once, twice, and then finally—eureka—dial tone.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed before the buzzer sounded.
I jumped up, grabbed my green silk robe resting on the bench at the foot of my bed, and skipped to the intercom.
“Hello?”
“Mr.Greene is here to see you,” the doorman announced.
“Send him up!” I said, sure that the excitement in my voice was not lost on the doorman.
—
When Kendrick walked in he swept me up and into his arms. “I missed you,” he murmured as he fumbled with the belt of my robe, frantically trying to undo it.
“Kend—” I tried to talk, but his mouth was on mine before I could utter a word.
He laid me down on the couch and the robe fell open, revealing my still moist nude body.
“You are so beautiful,” he said as he kissed me softly on my eyelids, the tip of my nose, and my neck. Slowly he moved down to my breasts and lovingly suckled my nipples.
Then he inched down to my stomach and allowed his tongue to trace half circles there before moving his head low enough so that his lips brushed my pubic hair.
I moaned and squirmed and dug my nails into his shoulders.
When his tongue found my clitoris I thought I would go mad with pleasure.
“P-please,” I groaned as he pushed his face deeper.
Finally Kendrick opened his mouth and took in all of my womanhood. I wrapped my legs tightly around his head and bucked. My hands were locked in his hair, and when the thunderous climax shot through me, I screamed his name: “Kkkkkkkkkendrick!”
My body was still trembling when Kendrick lifted me and carried me into the bedroom, where he gently placed me down onto the bed.
There I watched him slowly remove his clothes.
When he was finally naked, he mounted me and I curled my arms and legs around his beautiful body.
“Oh, so sweet… sooo fucking sweet. It’s so wet…so sweet and wet, Crystal…oh, shit shit…ohhhh, Crystal.” Kendrick moaned into my neck as he expertly moved in and out of me.
My body was still recovering from the first orgasm when I felt another building up. Where I got the strength, I don’t know, but suddenly my hips were moving in rhythm with his.
The tempo grew and swelled until my headboard sounded like a beating drum against the wall. Pleasure climbed through me, and then Kendrick’s body stiffened and he went into light-speed mode. We were both there, both on the edge of mind-boggling pleasure—one, two, three, and boooooooooooooooom!
We came together. Our bodies shuddered and we both let out a long, pleasurable “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
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It’d been so long since we were last together that we had to go for another round. This one was shorter, calmer, but just as sweet. Later on, famished, we found ourselves naked in the kitchen, feeding each other Godiva chocolate ice cream straight from the container.
I glanced over at the clock on the stove.
I yawned and spooned another glob of ice cream into Kendrick’s mouth. “If I don’t get some sleep, I’m going to be puffy-eyed and cranky in the morning.” I yawned.
“Okay, baby,” he said and pressed cold lips against my forehead.
“So did you get a lot accomplished in London?” I asked as I placed the ice cream back into the freezer and then dropped the spoon into the sink.
Kendrick wrapped his arm around my waist and we started toward the bedroom.
“Yeah, I guess. The move to the new office went smoothly. We’ve installed a new director…
a woman, you’ll be glad to know,” he said with a wink.
“And I took your suggestion and commissioned that sculptor you liked so much to create a piece for the main lobby area.”
“Really!” I squealed.
I loved Akamafula’s work. I owned three of his pieces and always received fabulous compliments on them. The brother was seriously talented and the world was finally beginning to realize that.
I’d met him personally at a gallery showing of his work three years earlier.
We even tried to date for a minute, but he was just too eccentric for me.
We decided that we would just be friends but weren’t even able to sustain that.
Not that it bothered me; I still promoted his work and supported him.
By the time Kendrick and I climbed into bed, the small hand on the clock was edging toward two. I curled myself into Kendrick and thanked God a million times before I finally dropped off to sleep.