Nights Over Egypt (An Eye of the Storm Short) (4 page)

In a Sentimental Mood

Him…

             
Somehow I’m not satisfied. I mean, I’ll see Egypt soon enough, but this last text from her

is
not enough to get me through the night. I look at the phone again. It reads, “Time will tell.

Have a good night, King.” Damn, I need more of her. I lay in this cold, lonely bed. Just me,

alone, with my thoughts, dark room, the moon piercing through my blinds. Shines a light on my

body
. My nature rises. I see it grow underneath soft, charcoal-colored sheets. Coltrane plays

intensely
throughout my bedroom. His sax game encourages me to act on impulse, just the way

that
horn does when he plays; an intensely emotional force overwhelms me.

             
Black boxer briefs are the only thing getting in the way of me and my rod. If I don’t get

her
off of my mind, something is going to have to be done, and soon. Pre-come starts to leak

from
the tip and I feel the urge to be inside of her. I know that pussy is incredible. My right hand

finds
its way to my right thigh. I’m tempted. Need to hear her voice. Can’t call. Its too late. I

wonder
what she’s doing over there?

The rainy-snow mixture pours fluidly outside, making musical notes and dances its own jig this evening. It’s cold, so cold outside, and my heart, like a homeless man in this dreary weather, needs shelter, comforting and loving. I miss my woman, Egypt, and she’s not even my
woman, yet I miss her. I miss her touch, and haven’t touched her yet. I miss her smell, her smile, her laughter…and a night like tonight only emphasizes it more.

I close my eyes and dream of her…

Leaning over, I kiss her forehead and make my way down to her lips where I bite, lick and caress them ever so gently. Reaching her neck, she lets out the sexiest moan. Licking lightly then sucking strongly, my tongue has makes it way down to her breasts and I alternate between nipples. I get up.

Grabbing my shoulders, the look of fear overcomes her. “Baby, don’t leave me now. I’ve been dreaming of being your whore. Please love me, Daddy.”

Those tantalizing words ooze from her mouth, and enter my psyche, shooting orgasmic pulses through my entire being, finally landing at the tip of my length, where it releases my juices as I hunger for her even more.

“
Shh, Baby, I’m not going anywhere. Take your shorts off and let me see that pretty pussy, please, baby.”

Thick, caramelized thighs reach mid-air as she pulls off terrycloth shorts. Her meaty ass looks
so good as her legs fall back to the bed. The fine hairs are just starting to grow back on her pussy, and her lips, now swollen with desire, scream, beg, silently for me to have a taste. Her pussy walls are imploring me to have my way with them, I just know it. Because, no one knows this pussy the way I do.

Back to reality.
I grab the drink from my nightstand, take a sip. My hand touches my dick. I pull it out. Carefully, I stroke it. But its not enough. I need her.

Close my eyes again. I dream of her.

Reaching over, I place my finger in the glass of Bailey’s, and my fingers roam to her nipples, where I smear the alcohol. My tongue slithers and drinks the libation from her. She’s in desperate need of relaxation, and my needle will provide much needed acupuncture.

Her pretty face demands my attention, as our tongues dance with devil. Breathing is heavy. Her pants and moans make me want to finish this fantasy turned reality inside of her.

“Spread that pussy real nasty for me, Egypt,” I command and she obliges.

             
I wake up once more. Fluid leaks more heavily. I use it as lubrication. My strokes are more aggressive. Fuck, I need to be inside of her.

             
My eyes close…again.

Head
first, I dive into my feast, with gentle licks to hot pussy walls then move onto a swollen, bulbous clit which saturates my lips with slick, sweet, sap. Placing my fingers into her pretty hole, I move them in and out, round and round until orgasmic pulses shoot from her. Her body quivers.

Rubbing the juice onto my shaft, I get on top of her, and rub the tip vigorously onto her clit, she screams.

“Damn, baby, please don’t make me wait anymore. Fuck me, King, please,” she begs, I’m pleased.

With one blunt force impact, I’m deep inside the pussy I’ve grown to love. The look in her eyes confirms what I knew all along, that she loves me too, still. Rocking back and forth, in and out of her hot, slick, wet cave, makes her wetter and hotter with each stroke. The tightness holds me so damn good and with each dip, she digs puncture wounds into my back.

Oh, how she looks at me, when I’m deep inside-those eyes. Oh God, I would kill for those eyes.

             
I can’t. I have to call her…

             
Pick up the phone, man up,
I whisper to myself. I dial. I’m scared. She picks up. Damn, she sounds so sweet.

             
“Hello?” She speaks softly.

             
“Egypt?”

             
“Yes, King?”

             
“Uhm, what are you doing?” I let out a chuckle.

             
I can feel her smiling through the phone.

             
“I’m sleeping, baby. What are you doing, King?”

             
“Thinking about you, Egypt. You’re so sweet.” I’m almost there and she doesn’t even know it.

             
“Is that right?”

             
“Yes,” I moan.

             
“What were you thinking about, King?” She has the nerve to question me.

             
“You. Everything about you. You’re so damn fine, Egypt,” I whisper. I’m coming. I hope she can’t here that.

             
“Sounds like I need to be there with you.”

             
“You do.”

             
“Soon, baby.”

             
“Soon, what, beautiful?”

             
“Soon, you’ll have me.”             

             
“I can’t fucking wait.”

             
“Nasty mouth, King. I like it.”

             
“I like you, baby.”

             
“I know, I can hear it, King…”

***

              If I look at my watch one more time. Someone’s gonna see me sweat. Never let them see

you
sweat. Can’t let anyone in on my secret. After standing out here in the cold, waiting for my

queen
to arrive, I realize that she may not show up at all. It’s seven-thirty. Nevertheless, I’ll try

to
enjoy my evening. But damn, I was hoping she’d be able to catch a whiff of this new cologne,

be
privy to my latest button-up, new platinum around my neck, and , oh yes, this small token of

affection
I picked up for her earlier today. It’s in my pocket, and If I had my way tonight, I’d

give
it to her, along with this long, thick dick that I’m more than confident she would love.

             
Making my way over to an empty table in the corner, I spot couples seated, sharing

drinks
and appetizers. I see folks already on the dance floor, jammin’ to the tunes of live music.

The waitress comes over to take my order and reality slaps me in the face. I have no one to share

this drink with. Well, plenty of women in here would love to, but that’s how life works. The one

you
want is the only one you want and nothing else even matters.

             
“King, your usual?”

             
“No, Ma’am…let’s change the pace a bit. I’ll have a Brandy Alexander.”

             
“Ooh, I like.”

             
“Yeah, trying to step up my game a lil something, something.” I smile. She walks off.

             
“Is this seat taken?” Ooooh chile, there goes my baby. I glance up and my eyes greet

hers
. A smile crosses her lips. My big ass kool aid smile takes up my entire face. I stand up, pull

out
her seat for her.

             
“This seat belongs to you, my dear.” Standing behind Egypt, I move in close, remove her

waist-length
fur jacket. I can smell the scent of her hair. Freshly washed. Some type of melons or

passion
fruit or something delicious like that. I want to plant my face in her curls, inhale the

sweet
scent of my woman, but I choose to behave myself instead, offer her a seat.

             
“Thank you so much. Sorry I’m late. Traffic.”

             
“No problem, baby. I would have waited all night.” I tell her as I take my seat.

             
“You look great, King. Love the chain.”

             
“You look even better, Egypt.” She smiles. I want to kiss her.

The waitress returns with the drink.
Places it in front of me. I tell her, “This is for my baby.” Big smiles escape me. Egypt smiles, almost turns red. Graciously accepts the drink.

             
“Thank you, King.”

             
“My pleasure, baby. Anything for you.”

             
“Excuse me for breaking up this love affair, but King, should I bring your usual?” The waitress chuckles. I nod. She shakes her head, smiles, walks off, but not before whispering something into Egypt’s ear. Egypt smiles. Damn, the chocolate lip gloss covers her lips the same way I want to. Makes me want a Hershey’s kiss. Those piercing almond shaped eyes stare at me as she gets her girl-on-girl chuckle on, at my expense. Her lashes are so long, as she bats her eyes in my direction. Look at those dimples. Lord, help me. Those triple DDD’s are sitting up, at attention, looking like they need order and direction. I love her form-fitting chocolate brown top. It shimmers when the light hits it.

             
She has the nerve to point in my direction. What the hell are they talking about? I gently grab her hand. I just want to touch her. Her hand is so soft. I kiss the back of it. Break up this lil high-school musical. I stand up, all while Egypt’s hand is in mine. Tell the waitress that the conversation is over.

             
“Come on.” I command and lead Egypt to the dance floor. She follows my lead. I like that about her. She’s soft, bouncing her big, gorgeous ass behind me. I have a goddess on my arm, with me for the night. Egypt is, without question, a woman that every man wants, yet careful to desire.

             
The band covers
Duke Ellington & John Coltrane
’s “In
A Sentimental Mood.” Taking Egypt into my arms, she doesn’t resist, instead she falls into my warmth and my spirit. I’m comfortable having her in my embrace. She is so familiar to me. Like a soft strain of love.              

             
Her hands cover both sides of my neck and my arms wrap around her waist. I lean in, place my face onto her shoulder, kiss it softly, inhale the sweet aroma that is her. I kiss her shoulder again as we rock side to side. Enjoying the horns and piano as they play a sweet melody made exclusively for us two. This is our night and our song, and our world is perfect. We don’t say a word. I look in her eyes. She smiles.

             
Pulling her in closer. I need for Egypt to feel me. I want her to know that this ain’t no game, that I’m not a joke. I don’t want her ass, alone, I want her. I kiss her neck. She allows it. I feel her exhale. Oooh, the thoughts of kissing her turns into kissing her, fantasy meets reality, makes me high. I’m dizzy.

             
She leans in, whispers in my right ear, “I love the way your lips feel.” She brushes her face up against my cheek. She kisses my cheek. Pulls back.

             
I move in closer, pull her to me. No more space for any more heat to fill. The space is gone. All taken up by two people, two spirits greeting, trying to become that one entity of love. I move in, kiss her cheek, whisper in her ear, “I’m a happy man tonight, Egypt. Thank you.” I’m still in her ear, but I feel her smile, I feel her breathe-its staggered, like butterflies are fucking with her rhythm. She is gradually getting to a state I’ve been in for quite some time. Can’t get right until it gets right.