ASCENSION (25 page)

You’re my world babe. You’re all I’ll ever want or need!

H
e experienced
a
n
euphoric sensation attribut
able
to
the
overwhelming
love for his
wife
and her masterful technique
.
H
e
didn’t believe
such depths of emotions
were possible until
she
entered
his life
.
She was his salvation
.
The
concept
of living without her, unimaginable.
His chin lowered to his chest under the strain of inaction.

The
provocative
movement
of her lips and
caresses
electri
fied his skin and he
faltered
. He could not stand idle under the
sexual manipulations
any longer. He needed
complete
copulation
or else he’d explode
.
He bent low and gripped her buttocks then
hoist
her high, fusing her body with his hard one and hungrily kissed her. His tongue invaded her palette, tasting, sucking and moaning at the sweetness of it.

She kicked
off
her heels and tightened her legs about his waist meeting his ardor with a fiery abandon. He spun with her to the sofa, pushing her down with his body, kissing her deep as he stripped away the frilly panties then entered between her legs to claim the fruits of his desire.

The
depravity
in
his soul was washed clean wi
thin her depths as he made love to her in desperation.
The thin summer dress she wore was thrust over her head
and
discarded
.
What he wanted was
to
feel
her
supple skin and suckle each voluptuous breast. The touch of her
womanly flesh ignited such a
n inferno it would take
an
eternity to
extinguish
. He was a man on fire who welcomed the burning
flames penetrating
his
hardened
bones.
In the heat of carnal passion she smiled while moaning his name
and h
e fragmented into
hot jagged shards of
orgasmic glass, each piece tearing at nerve
fibers
leaving him
pant
ing
beneath the pleasurable pain.
Without question he knew the second, hour and day of his wife’s impregnation. In time she would come to him with the news of conception and he would not be surprised, in fact the prospect of another child brought a selfish elation.

Alfonzo held her tightly until the orgasm ceased and her body became languid.
When the muscles in his body relaxed he chuckled to himself at how he nearly
s
cream
ed
in alto
like a girl
during the
euphori
c moment.

She saw his amusement
,
“What’s funny?”

“I’m thinking how glad I am you’ve finally forgiven me
. Sleep and
sex depriv
ation can get ugly
.”

“Me too.”

Then they laughed and he realized with her at his side he had nothing to fear and a
helluva
lot to live for. H
e
fully
surrendered all worldly possessions, insecurities,
u
ncertainties and
personal ambitions for one
desirous
necessity
,
Selange.

You’re
all
the
woman I
’ll ever
need. I promise to love you forever.

T
he dimple on his cheek
creased and
became more
pronounced as he decided to ask
her opinion on having more children
, “Babe,
I
want to know how you feel about
something
.
”

One
perfect
eyebrow
rose
, “
Okay
.”

H
is gaze remained level
, “
We haven’t spoken about h
aving more kids after Sal, why
?”

“
I don’t know
.
Time goes by so quickly I suppose we just haven’t gotten around to talking about it.
”

He
grimaced
rolled beside her and
tried to
stretch the cramp out of his leg.
“So you
do
want more
children
?”

She sat up and massag
e
d
his calf, “Cramp?”

“Yeah.
I
forgot
making love to you is a form of exercise. I should’ve limbered up first.” He grinned.

“
Getting old.
”

“
I haven’t even reached thirty yet.”

She smiled, “True.”

“That feels good.”

As she
knead
his
tight
muscl
e
s
he relaxed and put his hands behind his head. Her dark hair was ruffled from their tryst and her soft pink lips were pursed in concentration as she worked her magic. He found himself smiling
at how sexy she looked. He became aroused and she noticed.

“I
f my
memory serves me
,
your
m
enstruation is regular
and you
’re probably
ovulating as we speak. Yeah,
you had
that
mittelschmertz
on the drive here which they say is a sign of ovulation
…and…
”

Selange gazed at him funny
and he shut-up
, “
What are you talking about?”

“
Free association.
Children…ovulation …sex.
My mind works that way.
”

“You
’re
such a horny man.”

“Um
-hum.
Guilty.” He
stopped her hand, “Thanks it feels better.” He sat forward. “I’m still hungry.”

Suddenly, he got up, unceremoniously hoisted her in his arms and brought her to the bedroom
then
dropp
ed
her
on the bed
. She laughed
and
scoot
her bottom
across the
plush
surface
.

“
Do you plan on feeding me?” She asked.

A
devilish
smirk, “
Maybe
.”

S
he
sprawled
languidly in a supine position
, placed her
arms over her head
and
g
a
v
e
him a
seductive
come-to-me
look
while spreading her legs
.
“If I’m good then will you feed me?”

“Of course I will.”

The soft lights accented her feminine curves and smooth skin. He crawled across the bed to his wife admiring the view
along the way
.
When he reached his destination she
touched
his
bulging
bicep
with her name inked there
.
T
he
pectoral
tattoo
was completed and an
awesome
phoenix emerg
ed
bold and glorious
from
a
p
lume of fire
. The symbolism was not lost on her. Alfonzo was th
e
phoenix.

A
lfonzo flexed his
pectoral
muscles, “
You l
ike
the finished product
?”

‘
I like the body it’s on.
”

He
bent
over
and kissed
her firm belly
. The
moon shaped
scar
brought a frown to his face and made him think of Freddie.
The assassin’s
bullet
marred
her
perfect
skin
but did not detract from the beauty of her form
. The scar was a reminder of how close he came to losing her
and something he vowed would not happen again.
They
both shared scars
of lost
as a result of
Gina
’s greed. Freddie and Gina were gone and a new menace dogged their happiness. He decided it was time to exercise a deadly option.
One he contemplated and ultimately decided was the course in which to take. Soon, Monticelli and the puppeteers of his fate would meet the same demise.

Her
l
ove reignited his faith
.
Every part of his body awakened a
nd became hypersensitive as she said in a sultry voice,
“I’m getting hungry.”

This double-entendre spurred him into action. A
position aptly called,
‘
The Gates of Heaven
’
expressed
his current
elation
.
He
stayed on his
knees and lifted
her legs
over his shoulders
then
took firm
hold of
her hips
,
sliding her forward
until her buttocks touched
the point of his
knees. He
leaned
forward thirty degrees
pressing
his shoulders against her legs as he
slid
his
penis
between her open thigh
s. Her moist flesh welcomed him and squeezed his staff hungrily.
Alfonzo
smiled as her hands clutched at the sheets
with each firm
stroke.
Each loving
massage
came from a
man grateful
to have a second
chance with the
woman who possessed his heart.
Her long
l
ashes fluttered
closed
and
he surged deeper with a dual
p
urpose
of
p
leasure and
insemination
.

“
Alfonzo…I love you…oh…
so much
!
”

She
cr
ied
his name and
he
flexed
his shoulders
outward
while
surg
ing
deeper
through
the
mocha
g
ates of
h
eaven
to
salvation.

N
ico
sat with
a
leg thrown casually over the arm of the
sofa
watching
a
soccer
match
between Italy and Brazil. He sat forward
when
the front door opened and Ariana
entered
wearing a fitted wool coat and shiny leather boots.

She saw him and dropped her briefcase, “Nico?”

He got up
to
greet h
is wife
, “Hi honey.”

Ariana shrieked with joy. H
er husband’s
hair was blonde and his skin darkened by the sun
b
ut it was her Nico. She stepped into his arms, “Oh I missed you
, goddamn where
have you
been?
”