Nights Over Egypt (An Eye of the Storm Short) (5 page)

             
I look in her eyes.

             
“You know I’ve been wanting you for so long.” I kiss her forehead.

             
She gives me a sweet peck on my lips. She exhales a nervous puff of satisfaction when the man she had been longing for admitted that he needed her.

             
“Happy, because I’ve been wanting you even longer, King.”

             
“Hungry?”

             
“For?” she smiles.

             
I rock her side to side. Laugh out loud. “Look at ya nasty ass. Are you hungry for food? Wanna eat?”

             
Embarrassed, she responds, “Yes.”

             
We walk together, hand in hand and make our way back to our table.

Mellow jazz fills the air. The center of our table houses a crystal bowl filled with liquid and floating candles. A floor-length window allows for us to view the snow as it falls. We order our meals.

My queen plays with the rim of her drink with her fingertip. She circles it, grabs the glass. I touch her hand. Cover it with mine. She stiffens. Looks up to me. I move in closer to her.

“I like your hair.” Taking my left hand, I brush dangling loose curls away from her face.

“What are we doing, King?”

“Making sure we don’t miss this opportunity.”

I continue to brush her hair. She takes a sip of her drink. Smiles, slightly.

“You wear those locks well.” She leans in, softly caresses a few of them that hang onto my shoulder.

Taking the drink from her hand, I place the glass to my lips. Take a sip.

“You like the way that tastes, King?”

“Yes.”

“You kept kissing my shoulder.”

              “I’ve been thinking about that a lot.”

             
I slide the drink back to my queen. Our food arrives. I stand up, take my baby’s napkin, unfold it, lay it across her lap. Take my seat.

             
Egypt takes the fork full of macaroni and cheese, leans in toward me, places the fork to my lips, I open, eat it with delight, happy as hell she wants and needs to feed her man.

             
“Thank you, baby.”

             
“You know you’re my baby, right, King?” She questions.

             
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

             
“This doesn’t make any sense.”

             
“Doesn’t have to. Everything in life doesn’t need an explanation.”

             
“I was thinking that when I was wrecking my brain trying to rationalize the irrational.”

             
“I don’t want to waste our precious time trying to apply for some sort of label to place on what we have.”

             
“And what do we have, King?”

             
“This is love, baby.”

             
“Too soon, no way, I don’t even know your middle name. Haven’t met your mother yet.”

             
“Tell me you don’t love me, Egypt.” I demand.

             
She can’t.

             
I take my fork full of crab cake and place it into Egypt’s mouth. I tease her with it, make her lick the fork, slide her tongue out to capture the food.

             
“You’re hungry, right, baby?” I question.

             
“:Yes. Let me have it.” she replies.

             
“How bad do you want it?”

             
“More than you know, King.”

             
“Promise me you’ll waste no more time trying to figure this thing out.”

             
“I promise.”

             
“I do have a question, Egypt.”

             
“What is that, baby?”

             
“Why are you so beautiful?”

             
“Because I’m a reflection of you, King. Beautiful, black man.”

             
“Talking like that may get you off the market.” I smile.

             
“I’m yours for the taking.”

I reach for my phone. Pull it out. “Excuse me, baby.” I open the message, type “Need to eat your pussy for dessert, Egypt.” I click send. She pulls her phone from her purse.

“Sorry, King. Let me get this then I’ll turn my phone off.” She checks her phone, smiles, places it back into her purse. Egypt leans in, tells me to “come closer,” kisses me on my lips.

A Telephone Call Away

Her…

              Lovely evening with that delightful black man. I stare at him as he makes sure I get into my car safely. Cleans the light dusting of snow off my windshield. Makes sure that everything is in order.

             
“King, really, all is well. I’m okay, baby. Thank you for dinner.”

He leans in to give me a kiss on the lips.
Lets me have just a sampling of his tongue. Gives it to me, just a small amount and I want more, already. I lick my lips once he takes that heavenly goodness away from me.

             
“More where that came from when you’re ready, Egypt.”

             
“Okay, baby.”

             
“Drive safe, baby.”

             
“I will.”

I watch him through my rearview mirror as he walks to his car.
Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm, what a walking peace of mind, tall drink of cognac, coated in chocolate that wonderful man is. If I weren't such a lady, I would have invited him home where he’d have the pleasure of witnessing me on all fours sucking his dick long and slow and becoming familiar with every inch of him. Too bad I’m such a fucking lady. Now, I get to go home with a wet ass.

             
Old school R&B reverberates throughout my truck and sets the tone to the wonderfully horny mood I’m in. There’s something so exotic and scary and pleasant and addicting to what King and I are experiencing right now. Barely knowing one another, yet, knowing one another well enough to embrace and kiss and flirt and drink and text and love one another in private and in a public setting. Affairs of the heart can never be explained and only make sense to the people involved. Never have I seen or experienced something so grand in my life.

             
As I drive, I think about the precious moment we shared. The thought of him kissing me there. My leg begins to twitch. Seems like he knows all of my secrets. How can he touch me just one time and make me his? He makes the rain fall down on me. Can’t concentrate when I think of him. Can hardly breathe for the trembling in my thighs. Breathe easy.

             
My phone rings. I’m hesitant to answer. I prefer to allow my panties to get soaked and want nothing to get in the way of my night time drive home with thoughts of King on my mind…and him kissing me there, and there, and there.

             
I answer through my steering wheel button. Technology is great with hands-free calling.

             
“Hello.”

             
“Hey, baby.” King says.

             
“King? What are you doing?”

             
“Checking on my baby.”

             
“You’re so sweet.” I admit as I blush.

             
“You’re sweeter. Like dessert.”

             
“Is that right?” I question.

             
“Yes, Egypt. Speaking of which, when do I get my dessert?”

             
I blush. Pussy throbs at an all time high. Swallow hard. Licks lips. Exhales.

             
“Soon, baby.”

             
“I want to eat your pussy now, Egypt.”

             
“Not now, King. Too soon.”

             
“Egypt.”

             
“King, please, you’re messing up my concentration.”

             
“Why?”

             
“Because…”

             
“Why, Egypt. Tell me those thoughts you’ve been keeping from me.”

             
“I…I…I’m not keeping…”

             
“You’re lying.”

             
Silence.

             
“King, please…”

             
“Egypt, tell me you don’t want me to taste you.”

             
“King…”

             
“You couldn’t tell me that you don’t love me. Now you can’t tell me that you don’t want me to slide my tongue in that pretty pussy. Can you?”

             
“King, this is not right.”

             
“It’s so right. The thought of having your pussy splash in my face is right. And, you know it.”

             
“King. I gotta get home.”             

             
“Egypt. Let me come over and slide this hot tongue in that wet pussy.”

             
Hard swallows.

             
“Is it wet, Egypt?”

             
Silence.

             
“Egypt, is that sweet pussy wet for me, baby? Don’t fucking lie to me.”

             
“Yes! It’s wet, King. You happy now?”

             
“No, I’m not happy.”

             
“Why? I just told you it was wet.” I’m fucking with him now.

             
“I want my face between your thighs. I want to taste my pussy. I want you to come in my mouth. I want your juices on my lips. Now. Tonight.” King demands.

             
“Not tonight, King.”

             
“Tonight, Egypt. Tell me you don’t want me. You can’t.”

             
“I can’t tell you that. I do want you, King.”

             
“Tell me what you want, Egypt.”

             
“I want you. All of you.” I confess.

             
“You want me to taste it, suck it, fuck it, empty myself inside of it…damn, baby, please. Let me please you.” He pleads.

             
“King, please, I’m almost home. Let me call you later.”

             
“No. Stay on the phone with me. Is your pussy wet?”

             
“Yes.” I’m embarrassed to admit.

             
“Nipples hard?” He questions with excitement in his voice.

             
“Yes, God, yes, they’re hard.” I tell him as the tension mounts.

             
“You want my tongue on you, don’t you?” King asks.

             
“Yes.”

             
“Tell me how bad.”

             
“So fucking bad.” I say with an urgency to have his tongue planted inside of me.

             
“Tell me again, Egypt.”

             
“I want you so fucking bad right now, King.”
              “I’m coming over. Unlock the door. Get that pussy ready for me.”

             
“King, we don’t even know one another.”

The Original Sin

Him…

             
“Egypt…”

             
“King…”

             
“Open the door, Egypt.”

             
“You followed me home, King?”

             
“Baby, couldn’t help myself.”

             
“The door is unlocked.”

             
“Good.”