Authors: Ambrielle Kirk
**
Julissa made it home in time before Michael did. In time to take a shower, freshen up, fold and put away a load of clothes and begin dinner.
Michael was singing and humming when he walked through the door. He loosened his tie and hung it on the door leading out towards the garage. Julissa watched him continue to hum, help himself to a Bud Light, and lean on the kitchen counter to look at her.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Julissa said.
“I certainly am. How’s my
fiancé
’?” Michael leaned over and kissed her on
the cheek as she rinsed a strainer full of cherry tomatoes under the faucet
.
“I’m good, actually. I had a closing today, so that’s always a good thing.”
“
Congratulations, baby,” he said.
“
But w
hat happened to your neck?”
“What? What about my neck?” Julissa’s hands went up to her neck, trying to feel what Michael was talking about.
“Right here,” Michael placed his finger on the left side of her neck. “It’s red. Did you scratch yourself or something?”
Oh, good gosh
.
Quinton did not give her a hickey.
“
I…
Uh…Lori from the office had a new bottle of perfume. I asked her to try it out…” Julissa ran her finger over the spot Michael had just touched. “I think maybe I caught an allergic reaction from it.”
“Oh
, it was probably cheap. Don’t ever use other people’s toiletries, baby.” Michael kissed the spot and took his beer and disappeared into the family room.
Julissa
,
still mortified,
let out a sigh of relief.
It was Monday afternoon and Julissa had just called it quits for the day after working at home in her office. Her cell phone rang as soon as she was headed up the stairs.
“Julissa Lorenzo.”
“Hey, baby, it’s me. I’m calling from the office. What’s up?” It was Michael.
“Hi.
Are you through with your meetings?”
“Not quite. That’s what I’
m calling to tell you. I’m going to
be working late at the office, so don’t worry about a big dinner. We can do takeout when I get home, if you want.”
Julissa wondered what was keeping him so late at the office.
“Oh. Okay. What time should I expect you?”
“Six or seven.”
“Okay, baby. Don’t forget to get some more RSVPs for the dinner party. We need a more accurate head count, so that I get enough food.”
“You got it, babe.”
“See you later.”
Julissa peeled out of her house clothes, turned on the shower, and got in. When she got out, she took out a gift box from the back of her closet. The black leather dress inside was a gift from Christina from a year
ago. She had never worn it.
Wear it when you have some persuading to do, wear it when yo
u want to drop your man’s jaws, her friend had said.
Before she could change her mind, she stepped into the sexy one piece outfit and chose stiletto ankle boots to match.
After pulling her
hair from her ponytail
, running her fingers t
hrough a few times, and spritzing on her
favori
te perfume, she grabbed the duffle
bag
with her change of clothes, and
hurried out of the door.
**
What if he wasn’t there? What if he was out running around town trying to find the next willing, able, and beautiful woman to spend his days and nights with? Julissa
pressed the elev
ator button. T
welve
. She hadn’t spoken with Quinton since Friday when she walked out on him. He hadn’t called or s
ent any email messages. Well, s
he was getting tired of the waiting game.
And she missed him.
Julissa
walked quickly down the hallway, so that she wouldn’t even think about changing her mind. She stood in front of the door, rubbing her hands together. She
knocked so quietly on the door
that
she wasn’t sure that he’d heard anything.
Maybe she should just turn around and walk away.
What was she doing here anyway lusting after a man who was not her fiancé?
Just her luck, he opened the door. When he saw her standing there, he looked
just
as shocked as she was.
“Uh…room service?” she mumbled.
Quinton
ch
uckled. “Lissa? What a surprise.
” Hi
s eyes lingered on her outfit, and then on her bag.
He pulled her inside and secured both door locks.
“I was riding around in the neighborhood on my way to lunch and I
wanted to stop by,” Julissa mumbled.
“Oh, really?” He licked his lips as he continued
to
admire her outfit.
“Yeah, I figured you were here. Maybe we can go downstairs and have lunch.” Julissa clutched he
r bag to her chest
.
“Right…
” Quinton
stood
in front of her, his arms crossed, looking
her up and down
. He was still in his bathrobe and what looked like a pair of flannel pajamas.
“Do you work in your pajamas all the time?”
Her mediocre attempt to make casual conversation embarrassed her.
“When working from home. It’s quite comfortable. You don’t?”
“I do. Well, if you would like to get dressed, I’ll w
ait and we can go down to that restaurant you mentioned the other day
. My treat.”
“
Julissa, put your bag
down.”
“What?”
“
You didn’t come here to eat lunch.” His eyes were squinted, almost daring her to tell a lie.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.
Why don’t you sit down, and g
et comfortable.”
“I am comfortable.”
She dropped her bag on his couch.
“Come here.”
Quinton took her hand and led her over
to the bed to sit down
.
“Why did you come
over
here,
Lissa?” He
rested his hand
on her bare thighs.
“I told you. I got off early and wanted to come by and say hello.”
Her impulses had led her here. What had she been thinking?
She hadn’t been thinking.
“I thought you came by for lunch.”
“Yeah and that too.”
Quinton pulled
at
the strings of his robe and the garment fell down his shoulders on the bed. His chest was bare.
Julissa bit her top lip, thinking of the way he tasted the other day.
“Did you come here for me, Lissa?”
He moved her to a standing position again.
His hands skillfully unzipped the back of her outfit.
“Yes.”
He pulled the garment down her body, over her hips. The outfit dropped to the floor at her feet, revealing her half naked body. The only garment that covered her now was a pair of black silk see-thru thongs.
This time he sat on the bed, and pulled her between his thighs.
“I’m glad you did, because I’ve been thinking about you all…weekend…
long.”
Quinton
buried his face between her
breast
s
and began kissing and licking her there. His hands were everywhere, all over her body. She watched him as he took both her breasts in his hands and moved his tongue from side to side across her hardened nipples. He sucked on her nipples as if they were lollipops, pulling them with his lips and kneading them with his fingers until they were shaped like cylinders.
Quinton
stood up
again
, capturing her lips in a kiss. Not only was his body hard, but he had a hard dick to match.
“I’m glad you’re h
ere.
”
He
turned and
backed her up
on the bed, then pushed her
slowly on the pillows.
Julissa swallowed.
Quinton hovered over her making love to her body with his lips.
He kissed every inch of her,
from her forehead all the way down to
her tip toes.
Not one time did he take his eyes from hers. She s
quirmed on the bed as he licked around the tiny button on her belly
.
“Tell me something, Lissa? Do you like it
hard and fast or soft
and slow?” His
fingers lingered along the seam
of her panties.
“Both.” She wanted it all.
Sh
e wanted him to stay true to his words.
She wanted everything he had to offer her.
“You wore these for m
e.” He kissed the fabric covering
her hairless mound. She could f
eel his tongue through the cloth
.
“Oh, gosh…yes…yes I did.”
Quinton
lick
ed along
the seam
, his tongue flirting at the apex of her thighs.
“Let’s see where we left off the last time.” His b
reath was hot against her
. “Here.” He placed his fingers just above her clitoris hood and began rubbing slowly and softl
y.
M
oans
escape
d
her lips
once again.
“Oh, Q…I need
you so much.
”
“I know, baby, I need you, too.
I’ve wanted this since the day I first saw you walk into this hotel.
”
“Then make love to me,” she whispered.
Quinton lifted
his head.
“
What d
id you say?”
“
I want to have sex with you.”
“That’s not what you said, baby. You said make love to you and that’s just what I plan to do. Make love to you.” He bit
the thong panties
and slid them down her legs with his teeth. Positioned between her legs, he smiled. “Damn, baby, you got a phat ass pussy.”
“What?”
He licked his lips. “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” He lifted her legs one by one and placed them on his shoulders and then to put her in a more compromising position, he used his shoulders to push her legs back and spread her thighs even more.
“Q…”
“That’s me.” He buried his face between her legs and went to work, licking the inner and outer lips first and then moving to her clit.
Julissa grabbed onto the sheets
so tightly that the thing
sprang free of the corners of the bed. He used his tongue to roll around her clit and move
d
the little bud up and down.
Over and over and over again.
“You taste like apples, baby.”
He sucked on her clit lightly at first, then firmly.
His t
ongue torture was nonstop, and he relentlessly assaulted
her swollen clit with his lips and tongue. “Oh, Q…I can’t hold it…”
“Don’t hold it, baby. Let go.” As if anticipating her release, he began to apply more pressure to her clit, flicking, licking, and sucking.
Her release finally came. It racked her body so hard, that she trembled on the bed. If that was what an orgasm felt l
ike
with a man she wanted another
.
Julissa
pulled him up for a kiss
.
“That was a good
one, baby. You needed that, didn’t you?” He whispered into her lips.
She nodded and kissed him passionately, tasting her own juices.
She was anxious to meet his
dick, so she pushed her hands inside
his pants. “Oh...” It
was big and thick.
Quinton chuckled a little and helped her pull his pajamas and boxers down her legs. His dick sprang free like it just couldn’t wait to get up out of those pants. And when she met it, Julissa eyes widened in amazement. She had never seen a
dick so big in her life.
She reached out slowly and wrapped her small fingers around it.
Quinton groaned as she stroked it, admiring how the veins ran along the length of it and how the head was soft like a cotton ball. He leaned over, grabbed a duffle bag that was lying on the floor and pulled out a box of unopened condoms. After retrieving one pack, he enticed her b
ack to the bed.