Authors: Ambrielle Kirk
She immediately dropped her bags and slumped down in his chair.
He knelt down beside her, kissing her on the forehead, face, cheek, and lips.
“Are you
trying to make me feel better?”
He continued kissing her
.
“Yes.”
Julissa smiled. “Well, it’s working.”
Quinton grinned
and got up and then walked the short distance to the kitchen area. He came back with a travel size pack of Advil and a glass of water. “Here. Take these. Did you at least have breakfast?”
“A bagel.” Julissa popped the pills and chased them with water.
“A bagel?
” Quinton gawked
. “What kind of breakfast is that? What happened to the grits, eggs, pancakes, sausage, and bacon?”
“Mmmm. That’s sounds good. Are you trying to make me hungry?”
“I’ve got an idea! Let’s do breakfast.” Before Julissa could say anything, Quinton had picked up the hotel phone and was on the other line ordering grits, eggs, pancakes, sausage, and bacon.
The room service attendant arrived and rolled the tray of steaming hot breakfast right
in front of them.
“I think I may gain
weight hanging around you,” Julissa said.
“No, you won’t. We can go to the gym downstairs after this, if you want.
” He grinned. “Or better yet, did you know that just thirty minutes of sex burns up to 85 calories?”
She couldn’t hide her smile. “And of course, that’s something you would know.”
“
Besides, baby, I like my women shapely, just like you are.”
After eating breakfast and watching early m
orning talk shows and news casts
, they used both their lapto
ps to search for homes
.
“What about this neighborhood?” Quinton said, pointing to the map on the computer screen. “Looks like the crime rate is really low. Property taxes are up, but home values are pretty steady.”
“Quinton, that’s like
one of
the most expensive neighborhood
s
in the city of Atlanta. Are you sure you want to go there?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“I mean, we’re talking the starting price range for the four bedro
om you want is around five hundred
grand and can go well into the millions.”
“That’s my price range,” Quinton said, nonchalantly.
Julissa had never asked Quinton what his price range was as far as homes for himself.
He’d never flaunted money with her. It had never seemed like an issue or big deal for him.
“Well, it looks like there will be a couple of open houses on Saturday in that neighborhood, if you’re interested. Let’s also start on a list of maybe three or four homes not included in the open house, and we’ll look at those as well.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Who knows? If you’re lucky like last time, you may find something that day.”
“That’s my plan.”
**
“We don’t ever get any work done when we’re to
gether,” Julissa said,
as Quinton slowly removed her heels.
“What do you mean? We have our list of houses for Saturday. I even saw that you sent a few emails to satisfy your work. Now, we can play.” Quinton had lifted her feet
to his lips and ran
his tongue in between her toes.
Julissa giggled and tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. He continued using his fingers to tickle the soles of her feet. Seconds later, Quinton had her rolled into a ball in a fit of laughter. “Stop it…stop it.”
He obeyed her this time. He took each of her ten toes to his mouth again and sucked
sensuously
.
“Mmmm
,” she hummed.
He removed his sh
irt and took her heels into his palms and kissed them
. He had h
er so turned on that she was caressed
her own breasts through
the silk blouse she wore.
Quinton
reached up and started to unbuckle her top. She wasted no
time taking the blouse and
bra off.
Next, h
e stopped to u
nbuckle and unzip her pants, pulling
them down her hips and hung the
m neatly on the headboard
.
He
took off her panties and
l
aid them out on the nightstand.
“Didn’t I tell you not to wear panties?”
Julissa looked at him sheepishly, nodding.
“Your punishment will follow.”
She grinned. She was looking forward to it.
He licked and bite at the soft flesh of h
er calves while she
continued caressing her own breasts. When he reached the inside or her thighs, he lingered there for what seemed like an eternity paying attention to ever
ything else but her
center. She squirmed and moved
her hips on the bed. Her emotions
were
out of control,
and her body disobeyed and moved
on its own accord.
H
is tongue entered her
pussy
, slowly.
In and out of her, and between her
moistened
lips. He spread her with his finger
s and tortured the hood of her clit until i
t was swollen with arousal
.
It seemed like litt
le time had passed before he
managed to make her come
. Her body shuddered and she felt the war
m juices flooding out of her. He didn’t stop. He tortured
her clit
, bringing
forth another powerful orgasm.
Quinton
lifted himself
,
grinning
as if pleased at
what he had just done to her.
He licked his lips,
ta
sting her
.
“Y
ou make me feel so good, Q
.”
“Just good?” Quinton
tore the condom wrapper open and began rolling it onto himself.
“Better than good. Ecstatic
.
” Juliss
a was ready for his
dick, so she opened her legs and spread her glistening pussy lips open for him.
Her hands went down to touch her pussy. Her fingers slid effortless over her wet lips.
“Oh, you want to be a bad girl, today, don’t you?” He stroked his dick up and down slowly with his hands, watching her rub her clit.
“Yes…I’ve been very bad. I’m waiting for my punis
hment.
”
“Be care
ful what you ask for.”
Julissa
moved her fingers in a come hither
motion
.
Quinton groaned and in one quick motion, he dragged
her ass to the end of the bed. He pushed his
thick dick into her pussy, aggressively, causing her to scream.
He fucked her
intensely
. Her hot pussy clenched around him.
“
Is this the way you want it?
” Holding his stance on the floor, he supported her legs in his arms, moving his hips back and forth.
“Yes.”
“Your pussy
is so juicy and wet, Lissa. I could fuck you all night long. I want to
fuck you every…single…day.
”
He pulled out and kneeled in front of her to
tease her se
nsitive clit with his tongue
once again
. She shivered as she felt stron
g tension between her legs
. He stopped short of letting her come.
“Turn around.”
When she turned around and lay out on the bed,
Quinton slapped her ass.
She moaned as her clit throbbed in anticipation.
“On your knees,
”
he demanded again.
Julis
sa did as he
commanded
, pushing her ass back towards him
.
He slapped her again, and then rubbed the very same spot slowly softly. Caressing her mounds with tender care.
He poised his dick directly over his opening and slammed into her from behind
.
She cried out, and then buried her head in the pillow.
H
er g-spot and clit received maximum sensation as he beat into her,
p
lunging deep
over and over again.
He thrust harder
, his balls slapping against her ass and pussy.
“Quinton,” she screamed as another climax overtook her.
He gripped her waist tighter, and came with her
.
They collapsed
on the
bed in each other’s arms, too breathless to utter a word.
When she got home later that afternoon, she was greeted by a vase of flowers on the kitchen counter. There was also a homemade strawberry shortcake, her favorite, sitting beside it. The card inside the envelope read:
For my lovely,
fiancé
’, Julissa. Love, Michael.
She stopped off at the wash room first to empty her handbag of dirty laundry before heading up the stairs. She found him lying face up on the bed, remote in hand, watching the LCD television over the fireplace in their bedroom. He smiled when he saw her.
“Hello, Michael. Thanks for the flowers. And the cake.”
“You d
eserve it.” He stared at her intensely as she came to stand alongside the bed
. “Do
n’t you look refreshed? You’re glowing.
Slept in late this morning, didn’t you?”
“As a matter of fact
, I did.” Julissa sat down beside him
.
He rolled over to face her, head rested in his palm. “How was your meeting today?”
“Huh?” What meeting was he talking about?
“I called around the office and Martha said you were in meetings. I guess she got tired of me calling back because she finally told me that you were in meetings all day.” Julissa made a mental note to ask Martha what made her cover for her.
Julissa scratched her head. “Oh, yeah. Those meetings.” Julissa traced the
zigzag
pattern on their duvet covers. “You know, Michael, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about
—
”
“I know, Julissa. You don’t have to say it.” Michael reached out and took her hand and turned the engagement ring from side to side on her finger. “I know you’re ready to set a date for our wedding. But, you know, I think that we should at least find the venue first.”
It wasn’t exactly what Julissa wanted to talk about. In fact, it just occurred to her that it didn’t matter if they ever set a date for the wedding. Wait a minute! Did she really mean that? This was the moment that she had been waiting for. The moment had now come to live out her fantasy wedding.
“Right. That makes sense. The venue. Do you have a place in mind?”
“You mean you haven’t started researching? You helped Christina with her wedding so much, I’m sure you can think of somewhere.”
“I gu
ess I’ve been kind of busy, too.
” Julissa shrugged.
“Well, why don’t you select about ten venues and then we can go visit the top five on your list. How does that sound?” Michael smiled.
That should have sounded like music to any woman’s ear, but it didn’t quite excite Julissa. “Sounds like a plan. Now, if you don’t mind, I have some dirty lau
ndry to clean up
.”
**
“I’m going over to Shanice’s tonight. She’s been having some…problems in her relationship and I wanted to be there for her.” Julissa stood in the doorway of their living room, waiting for Michael’s response. Waiting for him to drill her with more questions. And waiting for him to blow up.
“Okay, baby. What time will you be back?”
“Hopefully, not too late.”
“Tell Shanice I said hello.”
She was smiling inside. Her alibi was tight. Michael didn’t have Shanice’s new cell phone number to call her to inquire about her whereabouts. Shanice moved from her c
ondo downtown three months ago. S
he
still
felt guilty about using
Shanice as an alibi without her knowing it.
Julissa drove the distance to downtown and parked in her usual parking space outside of the hotel. She took
the elevator
, without letting him know that she had arrived. She knocked on the door and Quinton let her in seconds later. He was already dressed in tailored pants and clean, fresh dress shirt. She hadn’t seen him since Tuesday.