Nights Over Egypt (An Eye of the Storm Short) (6 page)

             
I walk up the stairs to her townhouse. Landscaping on either side of the staircase, nice driveway, beautiful community, and I don’t give a damn about none of this shit right now. She can take me on a tour after we wake up in each other’s arms tomorrow. Reaching the burgundy steel door, with the glass window, I look through it and can see Egypt’s silhouette. I push the door open, gently close it behind me, lock it.

             
“Put the alarm on.”

She obliges. Walking over to the door, she reaches up to the keypad, puts the house alarm on. Turns around, faces me. I can see terror in her eyes. Her spirit is full of lust. The smell of her flesh getting hot fuels my desire and rage and love and lust for her.
             

             
“We will learn in the process. Please baby. I need to taste you. Need to get next to you. Now. Tonight.”

             
“King…this doesn’t make any sense. This is not how this is supposed to go.”

             
“Do you love me, Egypt?”

             
She hesitates, walks away. Takes her coat off. She’s heated. Mad, happy, confused, attracted, she’s delirious, I can see it in her eyes. Her coat falls to the floor. She’s walking like there’s a flood, like rain and hail and wind and a tornado are between her legs, in that nasty, wet, delicious cave that belongs to me.

             
I walk up behind her. Her body trembles. She grabs the edge of the burnt orange sofa. I pull her body to me. I know she can feel me, feel this staff, this rod, its harder than the Rock of Gibraltar, has her name written all over it, etched in eternity, its hers and she doesn’t even know it.

             
“Egypt. I know you love me. Because I fucking love you.” I kiss the back of her neck. Her body melts in my arms. I kiss it once more. Make my way to the back of her ear, I kiss and suck the lobe, whisper in her ear, “I love you. I’ve loved you. I fucking love you. You get that?” Pulling her closer to me, I press my length against her ass. Grabbing her waist, my hand travels to her breasts, I gently run my fingertips over her nipples. They’re at attention, needing and wanting my attention.

             
“Take your shirt off, Egypt.”

I turn her
around, watch her as she removes the garment that’s in the way of me and my Tootsie-Roll nipples. I walk up to her, press her back against the wall, remove her bra.

             
“King…” She’s too weak to fight the feeling. I’m just a step above her, as all I want to do is spend the rest of my life with her. I get exhausted thinking about the possibilities.

             
Kissing her forehead, kissing her nose, her cheek, she grabs me, pulls me into a passionate kiss. Gives me her tongue. Ooooh, it's so wet and hot and juicy and nasty and perfect;  it's mine, all mine. I suck it. I love it. We lick one another’s tongues until they land in the other’s mouth. She lets out a sultry moan.

             
“King, baby,” she pleads.

My sex drive is one hundred miles and running. My heated gaze reveals all of my freakish thoughts. The way she’s responding to my touch lets me know she can go all fucking night. The temperature in my heart is rising to a boiling point.

              “Touch me, Egypt.”

She reaches out her hand, I step back. She reaches again, I pull away. Her full breasts are bouncing, nipples at an all time high, they’ve reached their peak. She walks toward me, as I unbutton my top. “Come and get me, Egypt.” She moves closer to me, like a feline, she’s in heat, serious heat, nothing makes sense in her mind, she’s got that glazed look over her eyes and face, my pretty pussycat is in heat. She’s making serious love to me already with those piercing, almond-shaped, honey-coated eyes. This erotic game of cat and mouse has me ready to explode.

              My chest is exposed, she reaches for it. I allow her to touch it. Taking her finger, she places it into her mouth, gets it nice and wet and caresses my nipple with it.

             
“Suck it, baby. It’s yours,” I command her.

Moving in closer, she greets the center of my chest with her award-winning, luscious lips. She takes my nipple into her mouth, slowly licks and sucks on it, making it her own, marking her territory, branding me with her lovely goodness. Naughty cat is etching her name into my flesh. She’s letting me know that this is hers.

              “Good girl. Hold me, Egypt.” Gently, yet deliberately she unzips my denims. I take my shirt off, toss it to the floor. She sees what I have in store for her and I witness the pleasure in her eyes. I’m ready for her to see all the nasty fuck faces I’m going to try to contain as she gives me what I already know will be a pussy so damn good, I won’t be able to contain myself.

             
She takes me into her hand, my pants drop to the floor. I step out of them. She bends down to kiss it, but I stop her. Placing my hand on her chin, I kiss her lips and say, “My middle name is Dionne.” She smiles. Bends down to taste the chocolate candy bar she’s been craving for so long. I stop her. She her sweet lips again. “My mother makes a great sweet potato pie. She already knows about you.” She smiles. Her breathing is tempered, staggered. I pull her into an embrace.

             
My tongue lets loose, aims right for the full, bountiful, beautiful breasts. I love them, lick them, and my tongue traces the nipple. I place them together with my hands and  she lets out a moan that makes fluid leak from my staff. Sucking them with a vengeance, I take my right hand and unbutton her pants. She helps me. They fall to the floor. She steps out of them.

             
We move together toward the flight of stairs. She leads the way. My lioness prepares to take me to her den. Unlike Daniel, there’s no harm awaiting me there, only pleasure, and satisfaction. I pull her back towards me, give her my tongue once again, she’s so anxious, her kisses are choppy, hot, excited, she’s ready. I tell her, “I know your Dad’s name is Joe. You have two sisters. You’re the baby of the family. You’re five-eleven. I love everything about you.”

             
She walks up the flight of stairs and the view of her oversized butterscotch ass swaying in front of me is more than I can witness at this moment. Stopping Egypt in her tracks, I bend her open, taking my hands and spreading her legs, I plant my face at the center of her goodness. Sweet surrender…her walls are set ablaze by my tongue. Deep tongue fucking into her pretty pink hole excites me just as much as she is delighted. Her ass bounces onto my face and I bite it, grab it, smack it, to give her a sting to keep the juices flowing. I don’t neglect her sweet snatch for too long and make my way back there.

             
“KING!” she yells. Her voice quivers with heavenly goodness. I can hear angels singing all around us. She’s right where I want her to be. Her seductive moans and cries for mercy are as out of sync and fast and breathtaking as the rapid throbbing inside her sugar coated walls.

             
“BABY!” she screams. “I need it now, King. Please, let’s go to the bedroom.” She pulls away from me, almost running up the flight stairs. I watch as she heads toward the pleasure palace where pleasing that pretty pussy will be my only purpose in life.

             
She waits for me at the bedroom door. Excitement and that glazed look of erotic euphoria covers her, like a fog, she’s immersed in weakness of the flesh. I walk up to her. Kiss her shoulder. Bite her lips. She takes my hand in hers, pulls me in a frantic, rushed state. We make our way to her bed. Big, king sized soft, pillow top heavenly bed built for a queen. The smell of fresh linens mixed with the scent of my baby makes me feel like I’m at home.

             
Egypt lies on her back. She doesn’t hesitate to spread that pussy real nasty for me. Tells me, “I was born in Newark. 1972. Been watching you for a year or more. Been loving you at least that long.” I smile. Laying on top of her, her soft, fluffy, buttery-soft skin sizzles when I greet it.

             
I moan as I feel her breasts against my chest. Egypt pulls me into a sensational kiss. Begs for me to love her hard, then soft, then deep. I oblige.

             
She yelled and cooed, “Oooooh,” as the peak of me rushed into her wetness, her dampness, drowned me so good. Her heat and softness moves so deliciously with my fire and rock-hardness.

             
“Good pussy, baby,” I manage to get those words out. Finding a good rhythm is hard, she’s so god-damn good, and soft and sweet and damn, I love her. I pull out, then rush back in like my life depends on it, over and over and over again.

             
Her purrs of satisfaction lets me know that I’m getting the job done. Her nails make new pathways into my back, and the pleasurable pain in welcomed as it represents battle scars on this battlefield of love. Like we’re making love after war. Like I’m trying to get this right. Oh baby, I’m gonna make it right.

             
She pulls me in deeper into her steamy wet cave. Controls the tempo of my thrusts by grabbing my ass, she guides me, doesn’t say a word, I know who’s boss. Whew, she’s a greedy lover. Won’t let me control my pace.

             
“You’re going to make me come too soon, Egypt,” I beg.

             
I manage to free myself from my greedy baby’s grip. Pulling out, she almost has tears in her eyes. I need a few moments to recover, to slow this down, to shift my focus. My excitement is going to make round one end in record time. I need to cherish every last drip drop of this bountiful love-making.

             
She reaches for me. Her nipples, perky, speaking to me, begging for my complete, and undivided attention. I look at her pussy. It’s wet, begging for the same affection her breasts are. Her lips, they need me too. She calls out for me, “King, please. More, baby. Now.”

             
The word “Now,” when I used it had a different connotation, it was urgent and needing and longing, but when you’re on the other end of it, its scary, its demanding, its pressure, its heat and lust and love, and it all collides, all on a collision course of passion.

             
I oblige.

             
Taking my shaft into my hands, the chocolate rod shines from my baby’s desire for me. I give it to her again, pull it out, tell her “Look at what you’ve done to me.” I bite my lips. Reach down, lick her breasts. Kiss her. Lick her. I pull out again. She cries, “King, please.”

             
I tell her, “Look at how wet you got me.” I thrust harder inside of her. About to lose my mind. In and out, out and in, my strokes are full of force, of rage, I hear her cries, I feel my blood boiling, I suck her breasts.

             
“King!” she screams. She raises her hips. Howls as I enter her over and over again. I look down, see her glistening, tell her “Baby, look what you’re doing to me.” She looks, she yells, “KING! I’m going to come. Ooooooh, you’re gonna make me come all over you.”

             
Midnight grinding, heart rates climbing. She’s giving me every ounce of her love like she somehow owes it to me.

             
We’re fucking.

             
Fucking.

             
Making love.

             
Loving, like two souls that have loved in this, past and concurrent lifetimes.

             
We’re loving, sexing, fucking, like animals born to breed.

             
Fucking, like we’re trying to capture air we need to breathe.

             
“Make me come, King.” She demands. I pull out. Too much. Forcefully, my face lands in between her tenderness and my tongue dances a jig with her clit. She’s screaming, crying, begging, in ecstasy, she’s nuts, out of control.

             
“King, I need it now.” Egypt grabs me, pulls me back on top of her.

             
“Give me my dick, King,” she orders.

“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. You know that, right?”

“Give me that come, King.” She demands. What a beautiful, thirsty, heaven-sent wench she is. She’s blowing my mind; fucking me like this, like she wants me to love her.

“I
wanna give you this come, Egypt,” I struggle. Look down at how her pussy receives me. Shit. I can’t figure this out. So tight. So wet. She’s fucking with me, giving me this pussy like this.

“Fuck me like you love me, King.” She insists.

“Is this sweet, wet pussy all mine, baby?”

“Yes, God, yes, all yours, King.”
She hollers. Gives me her tongue. Her tongue resuscitates my soul and lulls me to a place of satisfaction I have not visited in a very long time. 

“Good girl.” I whisper in her ear.

              Sliding into her with all I have, she cries, I cry, we both cry in unison. I feel her holy ocean rain down on me and its too much to bear.

             
I had been invited into the room that makes the rain.