My White Ex Soldier's Past (BWWM Interracial Romance) (7 page)

“
What are you going to do now?” Cynthia asked.

“
I think there is too much going in his life right now for me to be in it that much. Maybe later, when things have cooled down,” Desiree said. “I just don’t know how I am going to tell him. It’s going to break his heart,” she added.

“
Oh please. Just dress in something trashy and have some wine, then screw him before you tell him,” Rochelle said. She noticed Cynthia and Desiree’s shocked looks and smiled. “What? His head will be spinning so fast he won’t even know what hit him,” she added with a smile.

Cynthia laughed.  “Leave it to you to come up with some pretty dark and twisted plans,” she said to Rochelle.

“Even so, I have no skimpy clothes,” Desiree said.

“
Awesome. Tomorrow, we’ll take you shopping and maybe take care of that hair,” Rochelle said.

Desiree turned around and looked at Cynthia. “What’s wrong with my hair?” she asked looking concerned.

“Nothing. Don’t listen to her,” Cynthia said.

Desiree smiled and leaned back again. She was not looking forward to anything at all. All she wanted was have her moo shoo pork and forget about letting Taylor down.

The next day, as Rochelle had promised, the three of them went shopping. Desiree was concerned about the clothes her sister was picking out. They all looked like something you would wear if you worked at a gentleman’s club.

“
I can’t wear these,” Desiree said, looking at the dresses in her hands.

“
Fine. I’ll get you something else then,” Rochelle said. “How about this?” she asked, holding up a sleeveless dress. It was a bit more decent than the rest. Desiree knew that the dress would be a figure hugging frock but she did not mind. She was then taken to the salon where her straight hair was washed and dried out in rollers. She was not very sure she wanted to trust Rochelle with her hair. For some reason, she knew she would hate herself when the stylist gave her the mirror but she still sat there praying silently that whatever Rochelle had told the woman would turn out to be a miracle. As she sat there, she thought of how she would talk to Taylor, how she would start. It felt like she was breaking up with him and maybe that was the problem. She did not know how to make it sound better than what it really was. The bare reality was that a man had just made a proposal, asking her to move in with her. If anything, that showed that Taylor was serious about their relationship, but hopefully he would understand and see that Desiree was actually looking out for their future together.

“
Or is that the lie I am telling myself to feel better?”
she wondered, just as Rochelle held up a box in front of her. “What’s this?” she asked, opening the box.

She gasped when she lifted the lid off the box. Inside was the most beautiful pair of black platform high heels, but to Desiree, the heel was a few inches higher than what she was used to. She looked up at her sister.

“They match your dress perfectly. My treat,” Rochelle said excitedly. Desiree smiled. Rochelle rarely spent money on anyone except herself. If she had paid a whole…she looked at the price tag and raised an eyebrow...$130 for shoes, then she really believed her plan would work.

“
She’s done. Take a look at your new curls,” Rochelle said as the stylist handed her a mirror. Desiree smiled as she looked at her reflection. For once, Rochelle’s judgment had actually proven to be beneficial. Cynthia smiled and looked at Rochelle.

“
Where did you even come up with the idea for that style?” she asked.

“
This month’s
Vogue.
It was just something I thought of trying out,” Rochelle said with a smile. Desiree turned to look at her surprised.

“
You were trying this out with my hair? What if it hadn’t worked out?” she asked.

“
Well, I would have left town. I hear the Middle East is good this time of year,” Rochelle said lightly as Desiree paid the bill.

As the three walked out, Desiree was feeling confident. Maybe everything would work out. Maybe there would be no Laura or Leon in the near future. Whatever happened, she was ready for it.

“I know what you’re worried about. Just let go and let the words come naturally,” Cynthia whispered to Desiree as they rode in the cab. Desiree gave her a smile. She wished she could let it go, but the truth was that she really couldn’t. Losing Taylor was not something she could live with.

Desiree looked at her reflection in the mirror. The dress Rochelle had helped her pick out was a bit too tight but it did show off every good thing about her body. The royal blue dress with the low cleavage slowed off her full breasts perfectly. The higher than usual heels had her ass sticking out like never before. An added plus was her hair. She had worn it straight for the longest time and Rochelle was right. Her curls looked perfect. They framed her face and gave her a sophisticated look that she had not felt in a long time. She smiled. She felt really confident about herself and what she was about to do. There was no easy way of refusing a man’s proposal, especially when he loved you and you loved him back. This was probably the hardest thing she had ever had to do in her entire life, and that was considering the fact that she had single-handedly brought up Rochelle who was not a very easy person to deal with.

She walked over to the bed and sprawled herself across it holding a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream. She could feel her heart beating faster by the minute as she waited for Taylor to come home. She had no idea how she was supposed to start.

“I can’t move in with you because…”
Her train of thought trailed off. The end to that sentence could not be favorable however she put it. It was either she did not love him anymore, or that she wanted to take things slow. She shrugged. Every reason was too corny. Too dumb.

She felt her heart skip a beat when she heard the front door open. She had made sure to leave a trail of clues so that he could know exactly where to find her. She had started off with his favorite dinner, steak, vegetables and mashed potatoes, but she had only set the table for one. In her place, she had left a note that said,
I thought we would start with dessert first.
On the kitchen table was a chilled bottle of white wine and two glasses with another note. He looked at the note stuck to the bottle and smiled as he read the note.

You better hurry up. I’m really hot for you.

She could hear him making his way towards the bedroom and with each step he took, she could feel herself lost for words. She had the whole conversation planned out. How she would begin, how she would react with each and every question he would throw her way. But all that evaporated when she saw him standing at the doorway. She smiled as he leaned against the door holding the wine and the glasses.

“
Well, well. What did I do to deserve this?” he asked, looking at her. She giggled and took one strawberry and then scooped some whipped cream. She licked the berry suggestively before putting it in her mouth. “Forget that. You’ll tell me everything later on,” he said as he began undressing fast. She smiled as he walked towards the bed wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He was just about to take them off when she stopped him with a wag of her finger.

“
Leave that to me,” she cooed as she patted the bed next to her. He laid himself next to her and looked into her brown eyes.

“
I love the new hairdo,” he said.

“
Is that all you love?” she asked with a smile. He shook his head.

“
Oh no,” he said with a smile. “I love how sexy that dress makes you look, not that you need any help in that department, and those heels are absolutely gorgeous. Don’t ever take them off,” he said as he moved closer to her. “And I love you,” he said in a whisper.

Desiree smiled and felt herself blush. She took another cream-covered strawberry and lifted it to his lips. He parted his lips ever so slightly as he took a bite. He loved it when she took control like this, when he had no idea what would come next.

“Turn around,” she said in a whisper. Taylor turned around and lay face down as Desiree straddled him. He let out a long low moan as she began rubbing his back. He loved the way she ran her hands down his back, the way she gently tickled his lower back, teasing him more and more. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered in his ear. He smiled. At that moment there was so much he wanted, and to hear her ask was simply a bonus. He waited for her to climb off him before turning around to look at her.

“
I’ll show you,” he said as he picked up another cream covered strawberry. He brought his hand close to her neck and slowly ran the fruit along the length of her neck, leaving a trail of cream as he did so. He then leaned in and ran his tongue along her neck, licking the cream off as he went. She whimpered when she felt his free hand slowly going up her torso until he cupped her breast. He looked at her and fed her the fruit before going on to free her from the tight dress. She breathed her relief when she felt him pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress. He smiled when he saw her matching lace underwear that made his cock twitch. If there was anything this woman knew how to do, it was turning him on. She smiled as he peeled the dress off her body and then went on to pull the dress off over her head.

She smiled at him as he dropped the dress to the ground and knelt in between her legs. She spread her legs slowly, inviting him in. He smiled and took another fruit. He ran the cold berry on her chest then slowly down her torso.

Desiree had to admit it. She had already lost the reins of control. Taylor was the one driving this bus. She closed her eyes as he brought his head down and let his tongue follow the trail of cream he had left. She whimpered a little when she felt his tongue in her belly button, making him smile. He then put the fruit in between his front teeth and slowly brought his head down. He paused, his face parallel to hers and slowly touched her lips with the fruit. She parted her lips and took the fruit inside her mouth. Taylor bit off one end and left the other one in her mouth and then looked at her as the two enjoyed the taste of the succulent fruit. Taylor noticed some cream on the corner of her mouth and bent down to kiss her. Desiree turned her face up and let his lips claim hers in one hungry kiss. She could feel him crushing his pelvis against her, his cock beginning to press hard against her pussy.

Taylor pulled away from her and looked down at her. He wanted to ask again what he had done to deserve this, but there was plenty of time to ask that later on. She looked up at him as he undid her bra clasp and threw her bra on the floor next to her dress. She wanted to thrust her chest forward and force her nipple inside his mouth, but she just stayed rigid looking up at him. She let out a moan as he slowly began to caress her breasts. He used his thumb and index finger to tweak her breasts. Just as he was doing that, he thought of exactly what he wanted to do.

“I know what I want you to do for me,” he said in a low voice. He climbed off the bed and slowly made his way to where he had dropped his pants. He took the belt off his trousers and then walked back to the bed. Desiree felt her heart skip a beat again. What was he about to do? Did he want to beat her? Was he about to turn into some fifty shades of fucked up individual? She looked at him as he climbed up on the bed. “Lift your hands up,” he said.

As much as Desiree was scared, there was something reassuring about his voice. She looked at him and did as he asked. “Trust me,” he said as he used his belt to tie her hands together and then fasten them to one of the bed posts.

“Do I need a safe word?” she asked, looking at him. He smiled and shook his head.

“
No. I would never hurt you,” he said in a gentle voice. She nodded as he ran his hand down her thigh and then slowly took her panties off. She looked at him as he slowly caressed the soft skin of her inside thigh. She moaned as he began rubbing her slit. He was glad to find that she was already moist. He would only need to flick her bean a few more seconds before she became dripping wet. He brought his hand up and gently caressed her breast as he used his other hand to finger her.

There was something about having her immobilized that turned him on. She moaned and writhed as Taylor fingered her almost to orgasm before he pulled his finger out of her. By this time, she was so wet, so turned on, that she was almost begging for him to fuck her. He smiled and brought his finger up to her lips. A smile played on his lips as he watched her licking her own wetness off his fingers. He then brought himself down and kissed her lips. He could still feel the salty taste of her pussy on her lips and tongue. He slipped an arm around her and kissed her slowly as he caressed her using his other hand. He wanted to claim her so much but he still felt like he needed to try out something more. He looked down at her and smiled.

Desiree knew almost immediately that he was up to no good. He lifted himself up from her and climbed off the bed one more time. She looked at him as he took his boxer shorts off and walked around the bed where her head was. He climbed on and secured his knees on either side of her face before lowering himself down on her.

Without any word, Desiree opened her mouth and took the full length of his cock. She gagged a little bit when she felt his cock press against the back of her neck. In this position, she could not control the situation. She could not retract her head to take a breath but thankfully, Taylor was considerate enough. He bucked his hips up and down, getting his cock in and out of her mouth. As he did that, he brought his mouth down on her pussy and let his tongue flick her clit. She moaned and writhed under him as he went on licking her clit, occasionally inserting his finger inside her. She suddenly decided to fight back. She struggled to take his cock all the way out of her mouth and then began flicking her tongue on his knob. She could tell by the way he groaned that this was something he did not expect. She flicked her tongue on his knob hard until she felt him twitch inside her mouth.

“Oh God, baby. What are you doing to me?” he moaned as she went on flicking her tongue. She felt the muscles in her neck strain and she knew that was her body’s cry for help. She let him get inside her mouth one more time. “No! Don’t stop. I like it. Please,” he begged.

“
Untie me,” Desiree said in a muffled voice. Taylor lifted himself off her and looked over his shoulder. “Untie me,” she said again.

Taylor quickly undid her hands freeing her from the constraints and laid back. She climbed on top of him and kissed him from the neck all the way down to his navel. She could feel him breathing fast and hard. She smiled, knowing that she once again held the reins. She moved down and took his hard cock in her hand. She bent down and flicked her tongue on its tip again. This time she was doing it while stroking him, making him moan louder. She kept on giving him her oral torture until he held her face in his hands.

“Please baby. No more. You will kill me,” he begged. There was a sad look in his eyes as he spoke. Desiree was still wet and she knew that taking him inside her would only mean a few minutes before he exploded. She smiled and straddled him once more. She held him down as she slipped his cock inside her pussy making him moan loudly. She started moving up and down his cock slowly, so slow that he wanted to spank her hard.

She looked down at him as she moved herself on and off him. The look in her eyes said it all. It was her show now. Taylor did the only thing he could do at that moment. He moved his hands up and cupped her breasts, making her gasp loudly. He gently squeezed her breasts as she went on fucking him. By this time, Taylor could not take it anymore. He held her hips and began thrusting upwards. He had waited to be inside her warmth for so long, but she was taking a bit too long to give him what he wanted. There was a look of relief as he slammed himself against her. For some reason, Desiree lost herself and found herself begging for him to give her more.

“Harder,” she moaned. Taylor smiled as he continued ramming himself into her. He was fucking her so hard that soon the only sounds in the room were of his balls smacking against her wetness. Soon she felt herself spasming against him. “I’m cumming,” she moaned as she held his shoulders to steady herself. He pulled her down and rested her head against his shoulder as he went on fucking her. She moaned loudly as she felt herself cumming hard against his cock. She was still moaning loudly when she felt him exploding inside her. She shivered in his arms as they lay there recovering from their passion.

“
Wow,” he said when his wave of orgasm passed. “What did I do to deserve that?” he asked. She shook her head and rolled off so that she could lie at his side.

“
Nothing. I just…love you,” she said. He laughed.

“
So is that what I have to look forward to when you move in here?” he asked. Desiree took a long deep breath. This talk was a long time coming.

“
About that,” she said as she sat down. “I don’t think we should do it yet,” she said looking at him.

“
Why?” he asked, looking at her. “I thought we were at a good place,” he said.

“
We are at a good place, Ericson, but there is still a lot to figure out,” she said. Taylor looked at her and squinted.

“
What exactly do we have to figure out?” he asked.

“
Laura,” she said quickly. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I can’t stay quiet and assume that everything’s okay while it’s not. I need to know what you are doing about the whole situation because to be honest, I’m not entirely confident that I’m okay with this,” she explained. Taylor looked at her and sighed.

“
What is there to be said?” he asked. “I need to know what you want.”

“
I need to know what you plan to do about her because in the eyes of the law, you are still married, and I have no idea why you didn’t file for divorce in the first place. Something almost makes me feel like you held on to the thought of her coming back. So I need to be secure,” she said. Taylor threw his head back.