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By the time Simone arrives, MK has the grill smoking.
“I could smell the aromas all the way up by my place. I’m surprised you don’t have a line waiting outside your door for dinner.” She loves what MK has done to make the little cottage she helped him purchase feel homey. “It reflects you. I like it.”
They feast at a table on his deck bathed in the warmth of a setting evening sun. “The food is exquisite, MK. Thank you.”
“No, Simone, thank you. Despite everything that has transpired you have been very kind to me over the past months. I wanted to show you how much I appreciate your friendship.”
“Gesture accepted and friendship affirmed.” They toast each other with glasses of robust red wine.
“You’ve been through the ringer MK and I don’t know the half of it.” She takes a sip of the wine and lets the deep red liquid touch every part of her mouth. “And to tell you the truth, I don’t care to know more other than to know that you’re on a road to recovery.”
“Thank you,” another toast, “today I felt better than I have in a long time and I owe that and a lot more to you.”
Simone engages his eyes. “Exactly what do you think I am owed?”
Initially, MK is taken aback by her question. It’s like when you casually ask an acquaintance “how are you?” and they respond with something akin to “do you really want to know?” But he gathers himself and says, “I’ll begin with the thank you that I just toasted; I owe you for piecing me back together each time I came to you broken from loss. I owe you for taking care of my dog on a moment’s notice for an extended period of time. I owe you for not following through on an initial commitment I made to you when we made love on your rooftop. I owe you for waiting until now to ask how you are…”
“You can stop there my dear man. I appreciate your acknowledgements. The fact that you initiated this time together and went out of your way to feat me with a lovely meal goes a long way in clearing whatever debt you think you have. So, here’s to you.” She tips her glass to MK and takes another sip of wine. “This could go somewhere, MK.”
“I’m hoping it does. Sounds promising to me. What else besides dinner can I do for you tonight?”
She pours them both more wine. “The first thing you can do is answer this question: do you want to fuck me?”
Everything within MK leaps to step on some brakes. Of course, he wants to fuck Simone but a steady stream of questions and red flags starting with he’s not ready throttle his ability to respond. A sip of wine is summoned to quiet the noise dominating his mind. “Yes, I want to fuck you.”
“But clearly you are not ready to do so.”
“Who said I’m not ready? After I clean up these dishes, I am hoping to pleasure like you did me on your rooftop. Is that something you’re ready for?”
“Whether I’m ready for it is not the issue; whether I want it is.”
“Let me open some more wine, tidy up a bit, put on some music and give you a bit of space to decide what you want. Deal?”
“Deal.”
By the time MK returns, Simone is stretched out on a lounge chair below an orange and purple sky. She offers him a hit on a joint she is holding between her fingers. He obliges and pulls another lounger up next to her.
Sara Vaughn singing ‘Someone to Watch over Me’ accompanies a bottle of one of MK’s favorite wines, an Oregon Syrah from Vulcan Cellars. As he fills her glass, she smiles and asks, “Are you suggesting you’re the man to watch over me?”
“Who’s to argue with the lovely Ms. Vaughn? So, what have you decided?”
“I shouldn’t tell you this, but I once sat in a car outside a client’s new home and watched him make love to his partner on their kitchen table through a curtainless window and I masturbated while I watched.”
“I know. I saw you.”
“MK! And you never said anything?”
“I thought it was better left unsaid at the time.”
“Well, I’m glad we’ve cleared that up.” She cuts him a side-eye glance. “I had to get that off of my chest.”
“And now that you have…”
“OK, here’s what I want. I want to be the woman on the table who I watched that night. I want to feel the incendiary desire I witnessed spying on two lovers alone in a man’s new home for the first time after he had just given up everything he had known for one reason: to be with her, a woman he had spent much of his life pursuing and his only goal was to pleasure her, to pour his boundless love over every inch of her body.
I want you to seduce me into your home. Once we’re there, light a candle, light a lot of candles, fill the room with soft music, undress me ever so slowly and let me feel mad hunger for my body. Explore every inch of me. Unlock parts of my naked self that I didn’t know were closed. Take me to a point where I beg you to fuck me but don’t fuck me. Instead, lay a comforter upon the table in front of the open window like you’re performing for someone watching and tease me with touches, kisses, whatever you want and then when I pant and beg you to let me cum, surprise me with a new ending to the story.”
“I love a woman who knows what she wants and can articulate her desires so…so fucking well. I want nothing more than to see you naked and to let you feel my lust for you. I’ve kept it under wraps for a long time.”
He moves behind Simone and lets his fingers graze her neck while he kisses her ears. Chill bumps run the length of her body. His hands move to cup her breasts and slowly circle her nipples taking great pleasure when he feels them harden in response to his touch. Closing his eyes, images of Ms. E provide visuals for what MK’s hands explore. When he grazes Simone’s shoulders, his mind sees the rich chocolate of Ms. E’s sculpted arms. When Simone sighs and says “Yes, MK, just like that,” it’s Ms. E’s voice that nourishes his ears.
Slowly, he leads her from the backyard deck into his home. His stereo plays Ms. E’s favorite songs. Once inside, MK removes each piece of her clothing beginning with her silk tank top. Its descent pauses on the tips of her erect nipples. His hands help gravity complete its lascivious task. His eyes open to take in the majesty of her breasts. They invite him to kiss them, they implore his tongue to trace their curves, command his lips to roll her dark brown nipples between them, and her gorgeous breasts beckon his mouth to consume their fullness. Her sighs reward his gestures.
They dance. They embrace. MK kneels before her and rubs his face back and forth across her tummy while slipping her thong down over long legs. She stands completely naked and still before him.
“Close your eyes, gorgeous woman. I’ll be right back.”
He returns with an armful of comforters and a bottle of massage oil. After carefully creating a makeshift bed on his living room floor, he lays Simone upon it, surrounds the space with candles and steps back to take in her regal beauty. Yes, Ms. E is in his mind, but a nude Simone lies before him awaiting his touch. She is as gorgeous as he remembers her to be, maybe even more so now given her consistent kindness and his ache for female contact.
Before kneeling by her side, MK circles around where she lays. His eyes take in every detail of her fit body: her female curves enhanced by shadows from light cast by the candles, her many shades of color from mocha to gold to brown to pink. When his hands are warm, he places one upon her chest just above her cleavage and the other across her tummy.
“Breathe with me, Simone. When I inhale, you exhale. We’ll do so until we find a comfortable rhythm that works for us both. We won’t force it, we’ll just let it come. When you inhale, feel the air pass into your nose and focus on the places where you feel my touch. Imagine a soft red light. Feel the light glow inside you with each breath.”
MK moves from her side. Placing his thighs under her shoulders he lifts her head and rests it atop his pelvis then waits in silence until their breathing is in sync. With well-oiled hands, he lightly strokes her neck, her shoulders, the side of her upper body, the interior of her arms and her armpits.
Simone responds to each gesture. Once again, her nipples harden, the pace of her breathing increases. She emits the slightest of sighs, barely audible whispers that say “yes.” When MK’s hands circle her breasts, her back arches in response. When he reaches down to rub her tummy and his erect dick grazes the side of her face, she turns to kiss it.
He changes his position and moves to kneel between her parted thighs. Before touching Simone again with his hands, MK rubs his face around her belly, his chest upon her chest, his lips upon her nipples. Simone reaches for his head and pulls him closer to her tummy. He penetrates her navel with his tongue.
While she caresses his head, MK’s fingers trace the space between her thighs and delicate pussy. First back and forth and then in a circle around her sacred feminine space. Simone feels the warmth of his touch ignite a place deep within her inner sanctum.
“Do you see the red light growing inside you?”
“Yes, MK, I feel its fire.”
“Sounds like the perfect time to move you to my table.” He lifts Simone up from the floor and helps her lay face down on another comforter resting along the length of MK’s dining room table in front of the open picture window. Applying more oil to his hands, he works his way from her neck to her toes. After licking the space between her toes, he moves to her apple butt. She lifts it to him for a taste. He obliges her request with repeated bites of her cheeks. A single finger from one hand traces her rectum. The other hand returns to her pussy.
Simone’s breathing increases. MK pulls her body towards the table’s edge and massages every part of the space between her legs. He pinches her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, places the palm of his hand against her pelvis mound and pushes gently against it. “Oh yes, MK, oh yes.” He increases the pressure of his touch. Simone’s hips press back. The dance of his hand against her womanhood follows the rhythm of their breathing. When one increases its intensity, the other follows. His mouth replaces his hand and engulfs her pussy and drives forward against every one of her thrusts towards his tongue. Her ecstasy builds.
“I’ve never felt like this MK, please don’t stop.”
“I’ll only stop when you tell me to.”
Writhing upon the table, she catches her breath for a moment to say, “This is where I beg you to fuck me.”
“And this is where I say, 'No.'”
"Forget what I said earlier, fuck me hard and fuck me now.” She tries to rise up and reach for his dick. He pushes her back, flips her over and rims her brown ass with his pink tongue. His hands cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples. Simone’s body jerks like a woman possessed. Loud moans turn into louder ones and then into an even louder sustained exaltations of bliss—no words just sound and the sound reaches a feverish pitch like a diva holding an extended high note long beyond the audience’s sense of what is humanly possible forcing them all to reach deep for breath of their own and her voice keeps reverberating off the walls, bouncing off the ceiling, turning back on itself, feeding an insatiable force that has hungered for a moment like this for as long since the night she masturbated watching MK love Ms. E.
“You’re not hearing me, forget my ass, fuck me, MK, now!” Simone twists on to her back and rises to face him. Her hands encircle MK’s throat. Her eyes shoot him a laser stare. Her body surges to the edge of the table. She throws her thighs around his hips, grabs his erect cock and feeds it to her starving pussy. “Fuck me you bastard, fuck me don’t fucking stop, no matter what I say, don’t fucking stop!”
MK fucks her on the table. She bites his neck. He fucks her harder. She bites his lower lip. He lifts and carries her to the dining room and fucks her against the wall. The wall quakes. A picture falls to the ground. She slaps his face. “Is that all you have for Simone?”
He wrestles her to the comforter on the floor, slaps her ass with the same force that she used against his face, spreads her thighs wider, furiously fills her up with his cock, feels it bounce off of her cervix. His hands squeeze her breasts, her throat. He returns her laser stare and slaps her face. “Is this hard enough, you fucking slut?”
“Am I your fucking slut now, MK? What else am I, you fucking pussy?”
Sweat covers their bodies. MK fills his hands with Simone’s glorious ass. He fucks her for all he’s worth. “A fucking pussy? How’s this, you fucking cunt!”
She pulls him closer. “What else am I? Am I your bitch?”
“Yes, you’re my fucking bitch. You’re my fucking cunt. Give me all of that pussy, you fucking bitch.”
And she does, all of it. She pulls him deeper inside of her body with a desperation MK has never experienced, with a look on her face he’s never seen. “Fuck this cunt, MK. Fuck your bitch. Make me scream, you bastard, make me fucking scream!”
He does. She does as well and when she pleads, “No more,” MK continues until he is just about to cum choosing instead to spread his white sperm across her beautiful brown breasts. With what strength she has left, Simone reaches forward to lick the tip of his cock.
“Don’t think for a minute you’re not giving your bitch a taste.”
“So, you’re my bitch now?”
“If you’re lucky.”
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