Chapter 9
Our Night Out
LaSalle
Tasha has had my mouth watering all night. That purple satin dress looks amazing against her brown skin. I’m loving the deep waves she has her hair in.
They’re flowing down past her shoulders and the front scoops to the right side of her face. It’s perfect for her breathtaking features. My wife still has me under her spell.
“Sammy returned an hour ago. I went to pick him up when he called. He’s in his room,” Maldonado says as I enter the house after Tasha, my eyes still glued to her ass.
“Thanks. You heading out for the night?”
“Yeah, no telling if the kid will call first thing,” he says.
I snort. Maldonado has been Sammy’s driver for the last five years. My son rises with the roosters. He’s up before me some days.
I’ve been trying to break him out of showing up at Uri and Micheal’s door without calling them first. He has begun to arrive at their homes and lets himself in. Waiting in their offices or training rooms for them to discover he’s there.
I blame Micheal. He’s the one who taught Sammy how to break in unnoticed. I know he regrets it now.
I give Maldonado a nod and a pat on the back as he goes to leave. He came over from Italy, a gift from Uncle Alfanzo for Sammy. My son is known for his independence, and no one wants to take that from him.
I smile as I think of my son. He loves the comfort of his own home when it’s time to rest his head at night. We won’t see him for the rest of the evening; once he’s in his room for bedtime, he tends to remain there.
“So much for talking our boy into spending the night with his uncle Bobby.” I chuckle.
“Ugh, I had a feeling he was going to change his mind. I should have made him a sweeter offer,” she laughs and falls into thought.
“What are you thinking about?” I say as I brush her hair from her shoulder and place a kiss on her skin after I walk up behind her.
“It’s so quiet. It’s not the same when they’re not here.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and give a little squeeze. When I begin to sway with her in my arms, it’s to music playing in my head. Al Green comes to mind.
“Now I hear the gears turning in your head. What are you thinking?”
“I’m just remembering how broken I had been and how you pulled me out of the dark. You truly mended a broken man. I will forever cherish the love you’ve given me,” I reply.
Reaching into my pocket, I then pull my phone and begin to play the song playing in my head. Al Green begins to croon through our home speakers. I put the phone away and wrap my wife in my embrace.
Her eyes sparkle as she looks up into mine. I dip my head and take her lips. She smooths her hands up my back beneath my suit jacket as I devour her lips. A groan rises in my throat.
“I remember loving that man so much and wanting to take all his pain away. I’d be there for him all over again if he needed me to be.”
Searching her eyes, the truth of her words shines through. She’s proven over and over how far she’s willing to go for me. I don’t think I’ve ever been loved the way Tasha loves me.
She’s gone to war for me in every sense of the word. My heart fills with so much love for her. Cupping the side of her face, I dip in to take her lips in a searing kiss.
“I love you,” I say into her mouth.
“I love you more.”
I growl. “That’s not possible.”
Clawing my fingers from her neck down her arm, I continue to drink from her mouth. Tasha pushes my jacket from my shoulders. I allow it to fall to the floor, forgotten.
Tilting my head to the other side, I deepen the kiss. She tastes of the wine and chocolate cake from dinner. Palming her waist, I back her toward the nearest wall.
With her back now against the flat surface, I hold her in place as I move to kiss my way down her neck. Leaving a trail of kisses, I reach for the zipper on the back of the satin dress and begin to pull it down.
“LaSalle,” she breathes as she pushes her fingers into my hair.
“I will never get tired of hearing you call my name like that. You’re so beautiful. You were made for me, you know that, right?”
“Yes,” she whimpers as her dress falls to the floor, and I cup her breasts over the strapless bra.
Sliding my hand around to her back, I release the clasp and let the fabric fall between us. She tugs it away and drops it to the floor. Taking in her full breasts and the sexy swell of her hips, I can’t help biting my lip.
Reaching out, I then begin to run the backs of my fingers down the center of her breasts to her belly button, where I press my thumb into the little indent.
She looks back at me with lust in her eyes. That heat always draws me in. It’s a promise that I’m going to enjoy this as much as she is.
“This sexy body brings me so much pleasure and has given me four of my greatest treasures. How can I return the favor, baby?”
While I await her reply, I peel her sexy panties down her thick thighs. Licking my lips as the fabric slides over her enticing brown skin, I can taste her already.
“I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel what that pleasure is like for you. Show me how I make you feel. I want you, please,” she pleads at the end as I take her hardened peak into my mouth.
Lifting her onto my waist, I then get lost in going back and forth between her breasts, showing them both love.
While she grinds her hot pussy against me, I reach to unfasten my belt and unzip my pants. Then I shove my briefs down and find my way to her hot core. My jaw tightens and I throw my head back.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers.
Tasha works quickly to unbutton my shirt and push it from my shoulders, but I don’t rush things. Slowly, I bounce her on my length. She’s so wet for me.
Even after bearing me five children, she feels as good as the first time, if not better. Definitely better. I clench my teeth as she squeezes around me.
Reaching into her lush hair, I grab ahold of her locks and tug her head back. Then I drink from her mouth like a man dying of thirst. Tasha cups my shoulders and begins to work her hips against me as I thrust into her.
I join the slow grind as I run my hand against the silky-smooth skin of her thigh. Goose bumps rise, causing me to take another pass over the same path. Only this time I claw my fingers against her flesh as I groan into her mouth.
She’s dripping wet and trembling in my arms. I pause to hold my mouth open over hers to breathe her in. I feel this woman in my soul.
“You are everything to me. When I take my last breath, your name will be on my lips,” I groan.
Tasha
“Oh my God, LaSalle, you’re so deep, baby. When you take your last breath, I’ll be right with you. I can’t live this life without you.”
“I want to give you the world and it still wouldn’t be enough. Nothing makes sense without you anymore. My soul is on fire whenever you’re near,” he breathes in my ear, causing me to shiver.
This feels like we’re reconnecting on some level. I know we’ve been busy, but I hadn’t realized we haven’t been connecting like this. My toes curl and my heart races as my orgasm coils deep in my belly.
I remember being so confused and frustrated all those years ago as we danced to this song. In this moment, it’s taking on such a new meaning. LaSalle isn’t broken, but he’s everything to everyone.
He literally held me together after our loss. I know he felt it too, but he was strong for me. He made everything better. This man does everything for those he loves.
That list has grown so long over the last few years. Not just our children but our friends, family, and their children.
LaSalle is a don with a heart and that can be dangerous. He’ll do anything for those he calls his. That’s what makes him great at the position he holds.
However, don’t get it twisted. He will show you no mercy if you cross him. I believe that’s the war I’m feeling within him now.
Nope, my man isn’t broken. He’s tired. So I breathe life back into him so he can keep his head up and his crown straight.
I might be coming and shaking, but I wrap my hands behind his neck and take over to fuck him and show him where he can always return to gain strength.
“I’m always here for you. I love you, LaSalle. I will always have your back.
“This is where you are safe to rest your head. Come to me for your peace. I will give you all you need and find the strength within you when your head feels too heavy to carry on.”
“I don’t deserve you. You always know how to—”
I cut him off with a searing, passionate kiss. He deserves me and so much more. LaSalle has proven to be everything I need. I am his and he is mine.
He lifts me off his length and places me back on my feet. Turning me, he runs his hands over my back. I look over my shoulder and find him staring at my ass.
“Hands on the wall,” he commands.
I place my hands on the wall and spread my legs wider for him. He drops to his knees and begins to lap up all my juices. LaSalle feasts on me until I begin to see stars.
“Oh yes,” I cry out.
Just when I don’t think I can take any more of this slow, sensual torture, he stands and thrusts back into me.
I try to close my legs, dip out of his reach, and go as far as trying to run, but he’s not having it.
He pries my legs back open, wraps his arms around me to hold me up, and locks his front against my back to hold me in place as he slowly grinds into me with his hard-as-steel dick.
“Take it, Tasha. Take it all. You said you wanted to know how you make me feel.
“I’m giving you what you asked for. Take this dick like my good girl. I want you to feel when I come inside you. Just like I feel when I make you come and drip all over me.”
“Oh shit, fuck. Babe, please.”
“Please what, Tasha? What are you begging me for, baby?”
“I don’t know. I can’t breathe.”
He chuckles darkly. “Yes, you can. Breathe through your nose and let it out your mouth. Then I want you to just feel. Feel me inside you, my chest to your back, my hands on your breasts, my breath against your ear. Me in your heart. Feel me everywhere,” he groans into my ear.
Oh, I feel him. There isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t feel my husband and his love. I didn’t think our lovemaking could get any better, but this is up there at the top of the list.
“Fuck,” I cry out as he bites down on my shoulder.
“Fuck, baby, yes,” he hisses as I begin to convulse in his arms.
He slips out and it sounds like I’m pissing all over the floor. My eyes cross and my heart feels like it’s about to come out of my chest. Damn.
If this is how I make him feel, no wonder the man is insatiable. I’m ready to chase him around the house like a crackhead after that. More please.