Disarmed (7 page)

Jessie felt like a train had slammed into his body. The repeated and furious sessions of lovemaking over the last week had left him spent, yet the simultaneous desperation to feel the silken skin of her bare vulva against his shadow of a beard and to slide his manhood into the tightly wound orifice just inside her tantalizing mound continued to torment him. The hot rush of fluid surging from her core had supplemented him for the last few days—he held a thirst for it, as a dying man craved water on his lips.

Mavis sashayed from the bathroom of the master bedroom in her home. The pillows beneath his head smelled of flowers, and his sublime view of her nakedness- beneath a dangerously short robe that dipped low in the front, made him feel like a rich man, blessed with wealth that most men would never possess.

“Good morning,” he mumbled from his dreamlike, morning haze. He woke to the smell of coffee and eggs wafting through the air.

“Good morning. I was about to wake you up. You have your therapy appointment this morning. I made you breakfast, and after you shower and brush your teeth, you can join me in the kitchen. Sound good?”

“Not as good as you look, sexy ass woman.”

Her face, neck, and chest blushed a deep red.

“You’re sweet. But, you’re not going to trick me back into that bed. I can barely walk now.” Mavis stepped away from the edge of the queen-sized bed in a mocking manner.

Up on his hands and knees, crawling toward the edge, he begged her to change her mind with his rippling muscles and naughty words. “C’mon girl. I promise I won’t bite, this time.”

One foot moved closer, but Mavis shook her head as if to say no. Another step closer while he nodded his head, approving of her decision to wrap her legs around his waist as he drove his manhood into her warm, supple cocoon of sensuality.

“I swear, Jessie. You are insatiable!”

“I know. I think that’s what you love about me.”

Mavis pretended to object, but the smile on her face betrayed her rolling eyes. When she finally reached the edge of the bed, Jessie grabbed her. He tossed her into the softness of the white quilt and pillows.

“I love you, M.”

“Well, you know I love you, too, but we’re going to be late for your appointment. I told you I would drive you today. I don’t have to be at work until four, and the weather calls for rain.”

He smiled at her. She was already changing his life. Every day, he woke to her beautiful gestures and her warm heart. Every night, he made love to her until she would plead for mercy, then pleaded for him to continue in the next breath. He’d all but moved into her house. And after apologizing again to Brian, Jessie had taken him around to see the sights. He and his Mavis had been inseparable since that night on her porch when he’d professed his love.

All those things and so many more had made his decision that much easier.

“Mavis VanHorn?”

“Why, yes, Mr. Workings?” Her eyes twinkled with delight whenever he called her by her full name. This time was no exception.

“I need you right beside me. Every day. Forever and ever.”

Her mouth hung open. Jessie knew that this was a big change from what she had become accustomed to with him. Many of the things he had been doing lately were shocking and breathtaking to Mavis. That was what made it so much better. Lately, there weren’t many things that could close her mouth. But he so enjoyed finding every possible way.

“I want you to be my bride.”

He waited, thinking she would cry. Or jump up and down. Maybe both. Instead, she pushed him off her and sat straight up in bed. Her robe slid from her shoulder, exposing her shoulder and an intoxicating glimpse of her swollen nipple.

“Fuck you, Jessie! Don’t you
play
with me like that!”

She was furious. And cute as hell.

“Woman, calm down. Here’s the ring. Right here. I want you to be my wife. All you have to do is say yes.”

“Are you serious?” Mavis’ bosom heaved with anxious breaths.

“Yes. Yes, I am. This is my mother’s ring. My dad proposed to her again after sixteen years of marriage, only three years before he died. You remember that, don’t you? They renewed their vows with this ring. When I told my mother about wanting to marry you, she gave me this. Now, I’m giving it to you. I love you and I can’t imagine a single day without you beside me. I want to make sure that I don’t have to know what that’s like ever again.”

A bright, wild smile broke across Mavis’ mouth. She jumped onto her knees and threw herself into his arms. Falling back onto the bed, she kissed him with fire and hunger.

“Yes. I will marry you. I would have married you when we first met. I mean the minute we met. I’ve loved you for that long.”

A warm feeling came over Jessie as he hugged her slim frame and returned her eager kisses. The glee-filled laughter turned to soft, gentle moans as they warmed to one another with the early rays of sin lighting the room.

Jessie reached for the loosely knotted belt on the front of her robe and stripped it from its loops. He slid the fluffy material from her body, unwrapping her as if she were a present. He rolled her onto her side, taking one of her swollen breasts into his mouth for a long, seductive nibble on her taut nipples. Her hands slid down the fine hairs of his chest. Slowly, they weaved through the trail of hair that led into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Masterful fingers wrapped around his ever-hardening shaft and massaged until he reached his fullest potential. The overwhelming need to penetrate her ran from the pit of his stomach to the tip of his stretched penis.

She moaned his name as he licked and nibbled the sensitive skin in the middle of her aureole. As he ran his hands down the front of her body, her leg lifted to allow him easy access to her juicy mound. Her clitoris jutted forward, enlarged and welcoming to his thumb as he stroked, making her body respond jerkily to the light shocks running rampant through her body.

“Make love to me, Jessie.”

He had become acquainted with the vast pendulum of her desires.
Please stop . . . keep going . . . touch me! I need you inside me! Take it out, it’s too much. Ride me harder . . . faster . . . oh my God, I’m coming. Stop, don’t make me come.

She would scream the commands over and over as Jessie made her cream with excitement. He was a patient lover, laboring over every movement, allowing her to experience every sensation until she could barely stand it any longer.

He moved his mouth down her body, spreading her legs and sticking his tongue outward to tease his old friend. He placed his forefinger and index as far inside her as he could reach, the banded muscles that ran the extent of her moist canal, tight and welcoming. He ran his tongue the length of her exterior lips, the bare, soft skin hot and wet from the heat of his mouth and the level of her need.

Her clitoris jumped with passion and he seized the nub between his lips, rolling his tongue around it again and again. The moaning started again, encouraging Jessie to take her. To use her body to quench his thirst.

His fingers sank into her deeper and deeper. Wrapping her legs around his shoulder, he pressed his face closer to her delectable pussy. The pink inside grew brighter the more excited she became. She was ready to explode if he did one more thing. He slowed his tongue’s play inside her, dipping the tip into her slick canal. He extracted his fingers, sliding them downward and into her rear. She quaked with wildness, his tongue pounding into her, accepting of her sweet nectar.

“Make me come, Jessie. Please . . .” Her thighs tightened around his neck and he grabbed them to keep her from spraining his neck from her convulsions. He returned to her clit, rubbing upward with the roughness of his tongue, tasting and sucking the pressure-filled tightness.

As her body began to shiver uncontrollably, it was then that he removed his mouth from her. Her limbs crashed to the bed as her orgasm set her free.

Jessie took his thick, heavy penis and thrust it into her hot box, filled with the sweetest juices. The satiny smoothness encouraged him as he pushed in and out of her, slowly . . . methodically. He craved her. Every inch of his cock pressed into her, until he found her sweet spot. He found the bottom of her, the top of her cervix, which offered the most tantalizing barrier preventing him from going further. Deep inside her, her body reached for him, pulling him into her with suction and strong, muscular grips. He found heaven inside her and never wanted to let go.

Her mouth parted and she brought him to her. The kiss burned him from the inside out. Her tongue ran along the roof of his mouth, then danced a tango with his. The fires consumed him. He couldn’t stop the wave of passion as it rode his body, draining him of his seed. He moaned inside her mouth, wincing with the pleasure-pain of release.

If he hadn’t known better, he would have sworn that Mavis was smiling. She enjoyed being able to control him with her kiss. Just as much as he enjoyed driving her crazy with lust and passion with one flick of his tongue.

He should have known they were meant for each other. She was the only one that could affect him in such a way. The only one he loved, or would ever love.

“Okay, big boy. Get your ass up and get ready for your appointment.”

This woman who’d stopped his nightmares and fulfilled his every desire would boss him around and refuse to take his shit forever and always.

Jessie wouldn’t have it any other way.