Come Share My Love (54 page)

     “B-baby you need to…to c-come up.  Stop!”  Was that his voice squeaking like that?  It was.  “Shyla, baby,” he held her hair in
his fist but not to the scalp.

    
“You’re going to make me come.”

     “Umm hmm,” she agreed not coming up for air.  “That’s the grand idea.”  When she did and he thought
she was done, she wasn’t.  She glided her tongue back up his shaft, licking every inch.  He let his hand fall from her head.  When she reached the head of his penis her mouth closed back around it and slid back down taking him all in.  She moved back up over him, his hands at his sides on the bed.  She held her hands over his, they both grasping at the sheet.  She felt his penis throb bigger and then it exploded.  He released one hell of a yelp, damn near deafening her and himself.  As he did her earlier she made sure that every morsel was indeed gone and that his orgasm had subsided before she let up.  It was only fair, she thought.

     When he opened his eyes she was sitting up smiling at him.  He couldn’t help but smile back.  She then began to laugh.  “What’s so funny?  And what did you just do?”

     “You taste like chocolate chips.”

He shook his head.  “I thought you said you were going to pleasure yourself.”

     “I did.  That give me immense pleasure,” she smiled and leaned over and kissed his lips.

     “Well next time, give me fair warning before you do that again.”

     “Why?”

     “So that I can stop you before you get started.”

     “You, you didn’t like it?” she was confused.

     “Baby I loved it.  Maybe a little too much.  I never enjoyed oral sex being performed on me and I guess it’s because I never had a willing partner that hadn’t felt it was a dirty deed.  It was a sin for a woman to defile her body that way.”

     “Tell me you didn’t believe that.”

     “Of course I didn’t believe it but I could never force a woman to do that much anything else.  It would be wrong.  But you, you made it seem like an art of some kind and while I enjoyed it immensely,” he kissed her lips tasting him on them, “these lips are for kissing.  This mouth is for kissing and talking dirty to me.”  They chuckled while he put his hands under her bottom and flipped her onto her back parting her l
egs in the process.  “Now these lips,” he parted them with his fingers and explored every nook and cranny.  “These lips were made for kissing,” which he did, “and sucking,” which he sampled, “and driving a man wild,” which he proceeded to show her.  He made love to her in the most intimate way he knew how and then they explored it together.  Holding nothing back, they gave themselves over to one another. And tonight they made an informal commitment to one another forever.

C
hapter Fifteen

Morning came all too quickly it seemed to Shyla.  She found herself wide awake by 7am.  Zackary was still sleeping peacefully, on his back with a smile on his face.  She wondered if he was dreaming or if that’s the way he fell asleep after their last go round of love making.  She had fallen asleep just before he had and even though she was exhausted she knew she had a smile on her face when she dropped off to sleep because she felt that same smile dancing around in her heart. 

   When Shyla moved around on the bed Zackary didn’t stir.  She got up to go to the bathroom, showered, brushed her teeth and combed her hair before getting dressed, when she came back into the bedroom he was still asleep.  She kissed his lips, he stirred but didn’t awake.  She hated to leave but she wanted to do her morning walk before he got up and then get back in bed with him when she returned.  She wouldn’t be gone long, she thought. 

   She went into the living room where her cousin was sitting enjoying breakfast and watching the Saturday Morning Cartoons.

     “What are you doing up so early?” she asked.

     “Hungry,” she raised her plate full of delicious food.  “And I’m too exhausted to sleep.”

     “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?  You have been tired.”

     “I’m not sure.  I’ve been wondering about it but we haven’t gotten pregnant before and I’ve felt like this before so I put it in the back of my brain and went on about my days.”

     “So what are you going to do about it?”  Shyla snatched up a piece of bacon from her plate.

     “Hey!”

     “Too much sodium.  Next time use turkey bacon.  It’s really good.  Now what are you going to do?”

     I’ll take a test when I get home just to pacify Felton.  He is bugging really hard.”

     “Shyla laughed. 
“If you are, he’ll be very happy.  Well I hope everything works out.”

     “I do also.  Where are you headed?”

     “Going out for my morning walk, you want to tag along?”

     “No I do not.  Maybe a little later when it’s warm out,” Shyla nodded.  “You had a good night.”

     “I had a wonderful night.”

     “So, are you two okay?”

     “I’d say we’re better than okay.  I’m off.  If he wakes up before I get back tell him I went for a walk.  I hope to be back in about an hour.”

     “Okay.  Have a good time.”

     Shyla left the house happy for a great night and thankful for a beautiful new day.  She took a deep breath as she walked down the steps, loving the crisp fresh air.  It had not begun to get hot.  But it would be by ten and that’s why she wanted to hurry.

     Shyla was hoping to make a picnic for her, Zackary and the twins.  She really liked pretending to be a family with them.  Maybe one day if she really prayed enough Zackary and his children would be the family she’d always wanted.  Last night they hadn’t used any protection.  Maybe they would have an addition to their family in nine months.  It would be more than she could ask for.  If only she was sure of the love they shared.

   Venice was walking to her car when she saw Shyla coming from the bakery.

     “Hey Shy.”

     “Good morning, Venice!  Where are you off to?”

     “I am going to run into town so that I can pick up my gown for the ball.  I had it made.  The dressmaker said I could pick it up this morning since we have so much to set up for later.  Would you like to join me?  I plan on getting some breakfast too.”

     “We’re just picking it up?”  Venice nodded “Sure.  I’m starved anyway.  And I need to pick up a few things from the drug store.”

     She had planned on surprising Zackary with the condom’s so that he wouldn’t have to go out today and get any.  She would get a pregnancy test for Essence and she would get herself some body wash.  She
loved smelling fresh and sure Zackary would appreciate it as well.

   When they got to the dressmaker and Shyla saw how pretty Venice’s dress was she couldn’t help but feel envious.  The dress was gorgeous.  She had brought a dress with her but it wasn’t as extravagant as this one.  It wasn’t even one that you would wear to a gala or ball.  She had to find something else.  She asked the dressmaker if she had dresses that she had made but they weren’t for anyone in particular.  She told her yes.  She looked at Shyla’s build and her figured and told her that she had two dresses that she thought she might like but for sure she had one that would fit her and knock the socks off of the man she was with for the evening.

   Venice and the dressmaker waited on Shyla to try the dresses on.  The first was a white sequined Cinderella dress.  It was okay but the balloon arms made it look like the dress that Glenda the Good Witch wore in the Wizard of Oz.  Shyla and Venice both began humming we represent the lollipop kids.  She said no to that dress. 

   The next dress was a pastel rainbow number.  It was several thin layers of crepe just thrown together.  It had spaghetti straps, a trimmed waist and crisscross at the back.  If it wasn’t for all of the material at the bottom it would have been great.  It was more springy than summery.

     When Shyla saw the next dres
s she instantly fell in love.  She hadn’t even had to try it on to know that it fit and she would look amazing in it.  “Venice I think this is the dress.  It’s gorgeous.”

     “Well hurry up and put it on.  Let me see what it looks like.”

     Shyla walked out the dressing room with a wide grin on her face.

     “Oh, Shyla, you look beautiful.  That dress is you.”

     “It is, isn’t it?”  Venice nodded.  “I just love it.”  Shyla slid her hands down her hips.  The dress was soft and very comfortable.

     It was a cranberry colored, velour halter dress, with splits up both sides about three inches above the knee.  The back was in a V-shape from the top of her back to her lower back just above the buttock, trimmed with rhinestones designed as butterfly wings.  Two thin straps lined down the back from the top of the halter to the top of the wing tips.  It fit her every curve and showed off just enough cleavage to be rated PG-13.  She looked wonderful.

     “This is beautiful.  It feels good.  You don’t think this reveals too much up top?” she asked the dressmaker.

     “Sweetheart this dress was made for a busty woman.  It looks amazing on you.  I hadn’t made it for anyone in particular.  I know how hard it is for women built like you, big busted, wide hipped and small waist to find the right kind of clothing, especially evening attire, so I have a line just for us.  I could mold your shape to a mannequin for a pair of jeans and hit the lottery.  Every black woman in America would buy then.  Let me know if you’re willing to participate, I’ll pay you generously.”

     “That sounds great.  I’ll let you know.  How much is the dress?”  Shyla asked.

     “Honey
today is your lucky day.  This dress is on me.”  Shyla and Venice both stood with their mouths hanging open.  “Babies, don’t gape at a blessing, just accept it.  You just promise to come back and talk to me about molding your body for some jeans.”

     “I most definitely will.  Thank you so much.”  She bagged Shyla’s and Venice’s dresses and sent them on their way but not before getting a hefty hug from the both of them.

     “That was very nice of her, wasn’t it?”

     “Miss Goldie is like that.  She grew up with my mom and she’s been doing my clothes since I was a baby.  She’s good.”

     “No.  Miss Goldie is great with a capital G.

     “That she is.  Your dress is fabulous.  I wouldn’t be surprised if my little brother-in-law-to-be doesn’t let you out in that.  I’m telling you he will be sticking to you like glue.”

     “That’s what I’m hoping.”

     “I’m so glad that he’s finally found someone that he can honestly, without hesitation, say that loves him in return.”

     “I do love him.  I’ve run from it long enough, I don’t want to run anymore.  And his daughter’s, oh, they are angels.”

     “Yes they are and they’ve really taken to you.”

     “I wasn’t so sure how they would receive me but I am so glad that they like me.  I fell in love with their pictures.  I feel this closeness to them, like they belong to me.”

     “They will in no time.  Just love them and everything else will fall into place.”  Shyla nodded.  She finally believed that what she was feeling and what she had with Zackary was good.

     Venice and Shyla walked over to the drugstore to retrieve the items that she needed and also went into the accessory store and grabbed a few items.  The shoe store had just opened so they spent thirty minutes in their trying on shoes that would match their dresses.  They both ended up with silver open-toed heels but different designs.  Shyla was laughing at something Venice had previously said when she heard her utter, “What in the hell?”

     “What’s the matter?” Shyla asked putting her bag on top of the car.

     “Someone stole one of my tires.”

     “You’ve got to be kidding?”  Shyla said but Venice told her to come around and look.  She did.  “Who steals a damn tire in the middle of broad daylight?”

     “Some random idiot, who has nothing better to do on a Saturday morning, I need to call Braxton.

  She dialed the number waiting for him to pick up.  He did on the third ring.

     “Hey baby. Where are you?”

     “I came to pick up my dress and some jerk stole one of my tires.”

     “You’re joking.”

     No, I’m not.  Just ask Shyla.  She’s here with me.”  Braxton was laughing.  “You’re laughing now but you just remember that you just paid twelve hundred dollars for these babies.”  He sobered.  “Yeah, I thought that might calm you down.

     “Tell me exactly where you are.”

     “We’re at The Fragrance Boutique on Carmel and Spruce.”

     “I’m on my way, baby.  Don’t move from that spot.”