Tears on My Pillow (4 page)

     Jakari lets out a soft moan as I softly kiss his chest and make my way to his South Pole. I slide down between his legs and make his magic stick disappear into my mouth. I suck him for a few minutes making sure to get his rod nice and wet.

     I pull his rod out of my mouth and continue stroking it, increasing the speed a little bit while licking and sucking on just the tip. Jakari leans his head back on the headrest
“Ummm…yes baby.”
I get my mouth nice and wet and begin to suck him from his shaft all the way to the tip of his thick helmet while steadily increasing the speed of my strokes and grip.

     “Qia…got damn it….ummm…..ohhhh……yea…..I’m bout to nut!.....baby….ahhhhhh….ssshhiiitttt!...here it comes baby!”

     Our eyes make contact as I feel him tense up. I stare into his eyes as I feel him erupt in my mouth. I have never swallowed Jakari’s cum before, but tonight, I was so turned on I was going to suck him dry and swallow every drop.

     “OH SHIT!...QIA!”
he moans as he begins to shiver. I suck and swallow until he has given me everything he has to offer.

     When I am finished I lick my lips and can’t help but to think how good he tasted, sweet like our love. I get up from the floor of the car and take my seat back next to my husband while savoring his taste.

     “Qia that shit was on a hunnit! I hope I can walk when we get back to the resort because you got my legs weak!”

     We laugh at his statement just as the car comes to a stop in front of the resort and Jakari finishes fixing his attire.

November 28
th
2013

Thanksgiving Day

Jakari

     I was already prepared for delays on a Thanksgiving Day flight. I was just grateful that we were only two and a half hours behind schedule. I am trying to keep Qia out of the little gift shops in Bradley International Airport because I didn’t want to be in there for hours with her looking at crap. For some reason she always liked to go in what felt like a hundred gift stores at every airport.

     The ride home from the airport is filled with Qia bragging on the pilot. She is so excited that the pilot was a female. She is going on and on about how rare it is to run into a female pilot and that she did an excellent job. She also mentions that if we have a daughter she wouldn’t mind using the captain’s name, Skyy. I have to do a double take when she mentions kids because I am normally the one who brings up that topic.

     I tune Qia out and begin to smile while getting more and more nervous hoping everything is set up and ready to go at our new home. Qia has no clue but I have arranged it so that we can have Thanksgiving dinner in our new home with our families.

     This was one of the reasons my brother, Chandler, was texting me while we were in Jamaica. He was at the new house overseeing the movers and delivery people. I had a moving company clean all the big stuff out of our old condo and I had ordered some new things that I would see Qia eyeing on our many shopping excursions or when she browsed online showing me things she really liked and would get once we got our new home.

     The other reason for Chandler’s text is because sometimes I think he forgets that I am Qia’s husband and he’s not. Their relationship was really strong so I knew he was dying not being able to talk to her or hang out with her since we were away. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were already cool when I approached her back in high school I would have told him to end his friendship with her. Yea I am that jealous!

     I was so happy when we went to view this house and Qia fell in love with it. It is in a nice upscale suburban neighborhood where everyone’s yards are well manicured. The houses are spaced out so you are not right on top of the house next to you. Plus it had the two patio’s one off the dining room and one off the kitchen that stretched the length of one side of the house. It stretches from the kitchen to the front corner of the house ending outside the door of Qia’s home office. There is also a deck off the living room! I love the outdoors so I couldn’t wait for summer. I could grill on either of the patios and then take it up to my deck and chow down.

     I am so ready to arrive at the house. I am anxious to see my wife’s reaction when she sees what I planned for her and second I am starving. Qia’s sisters, all three of them and her mother are preparing dinner for us. I am so nervous because this surprise is for Qia and when it comes to her I need things to be perfect.

     Qia interrupts my thoughts
“Jakari, where are we going? It seems like you are headed to our new house.”
She says sounding confused.

     “We are. I just can’t wait to see how you feel walking through it and knowing that it is yours and it would be nice to make love to my wife in our dream home!”

     She pokes out her lips and gives me that you so nasty look. She bounces up and down in her seat and then leans over and kisses me on my cheek as we turn onto Cherry Lane in Longmeadow, Massachusetts.

     “I can’t wait until next year when we can do Thanksgiving at our house baby.”
Qia says with a little disappointment in her voice but quickly cheering back up as she sees the house coming up.

     “Me either love”
I say as we pull up in the driveway at our new home. I am so glad I thought to pay for a car service to bring everyone to the house otherwise all the cars would have ruined the surprise waiting inside.

     “Take out your keys love so you can be the first one to unlock the door at our new home”
I smack her on the ass as we walk up to the front door.

     “Jakariiiiiiii!!”
She giggles.

     I ring the doorbell telling Qia that I just want to hear it sound through the house when it was really my signal to the family inside to assemble quietly at the front door so they would be the first thing she sees when she opens the door.

     She slips the key into the lock and turns the it. She pushes the door open and is met with
“Welcome home newlyweds!!!!”

     I can barely hear her gasp over the shouts but when she sees everyone standing in the hallway she turns to me and the look on her face makes all of the planning worth it. She puts her hands over her mouth and begins to hug everyone. She punches Chandler in the shoulder.
“I knew something was up. That’s the reason we didn’t talk while I was away! You were scared you were going to spill the beans you jerk!”
They share another hug before Qia brings her attention back to me.

      I am still standing in the doorway so she spins around and comes back towards me.
“You have been busy haven’t you?! Oh my God! Thank you so much! I love you! Oh wow! How did you do all of this?!”

     Before I can even answer she kisses me hard on the lips and damn near squeezes me to death right before she starts screeching. We kick our shoes off and she goes back towards the kitchen causing everyone else to follow.

     “Ma, this food smells good!”
Qia says as she enters the kitchen.

     “Jakariiiiii! I am going to strangle you!!! You bought that kitchen set I wanted from Raymour and Flanigan?!!”
She walks over and runs her finger tips along the four inch thick frosted glass table. The chairs were white leather with silver legs.

     I just laughed and enjoyed every minute of her excitement.

     “Well, let me get back to my cooking”
Monique says laughing. She walks over to the stainless steel range and checks on one of the pots.

     “Qia this place is gorgeous”
Qiana says looking around the kitchen.
“I love that living room with the fireplace and the deck coming off of it! I love this yellow in here too! Yellow kitchens always look nice especially when trimmed in white.”

     Qisha jumps up and plops her fat ass on top of my granite counter top
“y’all know my favorite room is that master bedroom back there! I could certainly do some thangs in there!”

     Qia shakes her head
“Qisha you are terrible!”

     I lean against the counter and watch my wife chat it up with her family and mine. I feel so good watching this that I am able to fight the urge to go knock Qisha ghetto ass off my counter. The only ass I want up there is my wife’s! I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I reach inside the pocket of my khaki colored cargo pants and pull out my cell without taking my eyes off of my beautiful wife until I absolutely have to.

     I see that it is Azia calling. I sigh thinking this girl is doing too much. I told her I would contact her when I got home and became available but here she is blowing up my phone. She has been calling me since early this morning! She was calling even before we boarded the plane at eight o’clock this morning! What the fuck did she want? I know the D is good but damn!

     I slip out of the kitchen while Qia is busy telling everyone about our dinner at The Bellefield Great House and Gardens. I head back down the hallway that leads to the front door and take a right down another hallway. I pass one bedroom and a bathroom on my left and two bedrooms on my right before I step into our master bedroom which the hallway runs right into.

     As soon as my feet hit the gray carpet in our bedroom I hit the call back button. Azia answers on the first ring like a fiend.

     “Jakari, we need to meet up somewhere so we can talk.”

     “Azia, I told you I am on my honeymoon with MY WIFE! I am not going to be meeting up with anyone other than her until our honeymoon is over. What do you want, damn?”

     “I’m pregnant.”
She says with her voice shaking.

     I damn near drop my phone while thinking I know she ain’t about to come at me with this pregnant shit.
“So what does you being pregnant have to do with me?” I say
trying to play it cool.

     “Jakari don’t play like you don’t know this baby is yours! You the only one I been with for the past three months.” She says with
her voice elevating a little.

     “That’s what they all say Azia. You don’t need to play like you think that baby is mine because we both know I used a condom every time I fucked you.”
I say in a very matter of fact tone.

     She yells back
“well the fucking condom most have broken!”

     “I have to go. I will get back to you.”
She is still talking when I hang up the phone.

     “Shit!”
I mumble. I toss my phone on the bed and run my hands down my face trying to digest the information I have just been given. I don’t know who she thinks she is fooling but she knows damn well that baby ain’t mine. I am going to have to let this marinate but I am going to have to nip this shit in the bud quick.

     I leave the phone in my room on the bed because I don’t want anyone else to distract me from this night. I step into the hallway and damn near knock Qisha down.
“Whoa! You okay”
I ask as my stomach drops to my feet.

     “I just noticed that you had slipped out of the kitchen so I just came to check on my favorite brother-in-law.
I stare into Qisha’s blue eyes for a moment trying to determine if she had heard any of the conversation I just had with Azia. I didn’t detect anything and with Qisha loud ass if she had caught that conversation the whole house would have already known.

     Qisha was the youngest and by far the most ghetto acting of Qia’s sisters. It always made me laugh to think of how ratchet she is because she is half white and spent a lot of time with her father and his side of the family. She slips her thick blond hair behind her left ear
“I’m good.”

     “This place is really nice Jay”
Qisha says as we turn and walk back towards the kitchen.
“I hope I can be like Qia when I grow up.”
She says just as we step into the kitchen.

     Qia comes over and gives me a peck on the lips
“where did you disappear too?”

     “Our bedroom”
I say and wink at her.
“I had to answer a call from a student and couldn’t hear with all the commotion in here.”
I keep an eye on Qisha as I say this trying to see if she gives off a vibe like she knows I am lying but there is nothing visible.

     I scan the kitchen and notice that all the fellas are missing. I look through the kitchen into the dining room and then to the living room when I see my dad sitting in one of the chairs in there.
“I’m going to go into the living room with the fellas”
I say heading in that direction.

November 28
th
2013

Thanksgiving Day

Qia

     I am so excited to be here in my new house with my family and my in-laws. I can’t believe all the stuff Jakari has been busy doing behind my back. He hired a moving company that brought over all the stuff from our condo, except small stuff like dishes, clothes, curtains etcetera because none of it was packed up. He had some furniture that I had my eye on delivered and set up. I am just stepping back into the kitchen from going to take a peek in the master bedroom. I was hoping our bed was in there because I really wanted to stay here tonight. Of course it is because my perfect husband always thinks of everything.

     Qimora, who is the oldest out of us girls, interrupts my thoughts when she says,
“So how many babies you two plan on having? Because by the looks of this place you could have 10 and still have room for more!”
Her brown eyes sparkle with excitement.

     “Qimora, why don’t you have an army of your own?  Then you can stop trying to put that task off on me?”

     “I would if my husband was taking me to Jamaica and surprising me with houses and stuff!”
Qimora and my sister Qiana high five each other as I shake my head at their foolishness.

     “I want us to take a sister vacation to Jamaica. It would be nice if we could stay at that the same resort. I loved the private beach we had off of our suite.”

     “I know you fucked him on that private beach too!”
Qisha said like she wanted a play by play.

     “Qisha watch your mouth!”
my mom snapped.

     “Ma please don’t act like you don’t know nuttin about fucking! You got FOUR kids by FOUR baby daddy’s!”
Qisha retorted.

     “Qisha you doing way too much!”
Qiana said glaring at Qisha with her dark eyes.

     “Y’all to bougie for me!”
Qisha says while making an exit into the dining room.

     Qiana rolls her eyes
“Thank God’! That girl know she ratchet and irks my freaking nerves by just being in my presence.”

     I see my mom looks irritated.
“It’s okay ma you know she has always been extra.”
I wrap my arms around her neck and plant a kiss on her cheek.

     “She is gonna make me knock her on her ass talking to me like that.”
We laugh as she checks the macaroni and cheese that is baking in the oven.

     “I can’t wait to taste that roast Ma. It looks delicious. Plus, with all the seafood we ate while we were away, has me craving some beef!”

     I turn to face the table when Qimora says
“Are you serious about that sister’s trip to Jamaica?”

     Qisha steps back into the kitchen.
“A girl’s trip with whom, you know damn well King J isn’t going to let Queen Qia go anywhere without him!”

“Bitch! Sorry Ma, You ain’t gonna have no money to go so he can take your spot.”
Qiana says through clinched teeth.

     We all laugh including my mother.

     “Oh! See you heifers are always ganging up on me! That is why I stay at my own place, in my own lane, and away from y’all.”
Qisha says rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

     “Qisha stop pouting! You’re the one starting with everybody.”
Qimora says still chuckling a little.

     “Girls the food is done”
my mom announces.

     “Okay well go ahead and round the guys up and you go sit in the dining room. I see Jakari put our old table in there. You have been on your feet cooking all this food we will make the plates.”

     “You don’t have to tell me twice”
my mother says while going top speed out of the kitchen.

     My sisters and I form an assembly line and begin piling roast, turkey, barbecue ribs, mashed potatoes with gravy, green beans, cabbage, stuffing, macaroni and cheese, and cranberry sauce on all ten plates. It felt a little weird having to use paper plates but this is a small price to pay to be able to celebrate in this amazing home.

      We eat, laugh, and drink into the wee hours of the morning. Even Qisha stopped being a bitch for few hours. Around three in the morning Jakari calls the car service to come and pick everyone up. I wait for the car to arrive and then give everyone a kiss and a hug and go off to my bedroom to shower for bed. I am exhausted.

     I step out the shower and turn the water off and notice that I hear music coming from the bedroom. I smile thinking what else does this man have planned. I wrap a midnight blue towel around myself and step out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I scan the room and I see Jakari sitting in a chair that is next to the windows in our room. I can tell by the look in his eyes that something is about to go down.

     He stands up and walks across the room towards me. He puts his right arm around my waist and pulls me into him. We kiss each other passionately.  While our tongues are exploring each other you can hear our lips smacking. He turns us around and begins to guide me up against the mirrored wall of our bedroom. He yanks my towel off and throws it on to the floor just before my back hits the wall. The cold feel of the mirror against my back and the warmth of his rod pressing against me had my pussy on fire.

     “Qia raise your hands above your head and keep them there”
he says as he begins to suck on my neck and caress my breasts which cause my nipples to harden immediately. He slowly plants soft moist kisses on my body until he takes both my breasts and pushes them together and begins to tease both nipples with the tip of his tongue. He softly sucks and licks on both nipples at the same time and I lose it. 
“Dayuummmm! That feels good!”

     He uses his tongue to draw a line that starts between my breasts and ends when he parts my lower lips with his tongue. He begins penetrating my honey pot with his tongue while allowing it to graze my clit at the same time. It is driving me crazy
“Ummmm….Jakari! Yes babeeeee!!”
I grab his head and start to run my fingers through his hair.

     I feel my cream building when he says
“Qia I told you to keep your hands up.”
The deep in charge tone of his voice made my legs buckle. I raise my hands back up and allow them to fold over the top of my head.
“Ohhhh Jakari! You got me so freaking wet King! Yessssss….right….fucking there!”

     Jakari is on his knees at this point so he takes my left leg and puts it over his right shoulder which gives him full access to my secret garden. I ask, only because I want to hear his voice again,
“Why can’t I touch you my King?”

     “Because your King said so my Queen”
he says between tastes of my cream. I lean my head back onto the mirror and allow my pending eruption to take full control.
“Oooooohhhh. Yes Jakari! Yes! Yes! YES!!!”
I start to tremble uncontrollably as my cream begins to run down my legs.

     Jakari takes my leg off of his shoulder and places it back on the floor. He picks me up and brings me over to our bed and lays me down on it. He crawls over top of me on the bed and we begin to kiss again. Tasting my cream on his lips drives me absolutely crazy.

     “Qia turn over and get on your knees.”
I do as I am told. Jakari comes up behind me and I look in the mirror and watch him kiss all over my back. I watch as his right hand glides underneath me and grabs my breasts as they hang down. As I am watching Jakari in the mirror, he begins to guide his rigid pole deep inside of me.

    I hear Ne-Yo crooning from the speakers ‘I must be honest with you babe. I love to watch the faces that you make, when we make love.’

     My husband pounds me from behind as we stare at each other in the mirror.

     Ne-Yo continues to play ‘when I’m behind you holding your hips. You close your eyes and bite your lips. I can’t see you.’

     I can feel him losing control and his strokes become wild and fast.

     He plunges deeper as Ne-Yo sings ‘So might I suggest a change. Baby I love making love in front of mirror; so that I can watch you enjoying me.’

     I interrupt the sound of Ne-Yo’s vocals
“Yes give it all to me King.”

     Jakari pulls his dick out and begins to shoot cum all over my ass
“Yes, Qia baby!”
I watch his face as he releases all over me and we never break eye contact.

     Now my husband makes love to me all the time and I definitely enjoy it but there was just something different about tonight. I’m not sure if it is because we are now married or that I am just extremely turned on by everything that happened over the past few days but, I’m loving every minute of it. Jakari lays back on the bed and I say
“Oh no King we are not done yet.”
I lick my lips as I massage my clit and slip my middle and ring finger inside my pussy.

     “We’re not?”
He reaches up and gently squeezes my breast.

     “Ummm now it is your turn not to touch. Go sit in the chair over there”
I say as I take the two fingers I was just fingering myself with and place them in his mouth. He licks and sucks every drop of my sweet cream off of my fingers before getting off the bed and going to sit down in the chair as I requested.

     I lay on my back with my ass facing him. I slowly begin to massage my slit. I start to make circles around it. I lift my ass up off the bed a little and wind my hips. I grab my breast and begin to make circles around my erect nipple with my pointer finger. I push my breasts up towards my face and bend my head down a little so that I can lick my nipples while I stare deeply into my husband’s eyes. Jakari takes his hand and begins to jerk his dick.
“Jakari, baby, did I tell you to stroke my dick?”
He shakes his head no but continues to slowly stroke his thick erection.
“Then stop please.”
He groans but complies with my request and grips the arms of the chair.

     I go back to finger fucking myself and look at myself in the mirror as I wind my hips in a slow circular motion and listen to Ne-yo harmonize ‘if you know anything about me by now you know I’m a freak just follow my lead.’

     I can feel my cream coating my finger so I watch myself in the mirror as I lick all my cream off my fingers. When I am done I make eye contact with my husband. He is sitting over there hard as a brick. His thick black chocolate stick is pointing straight up to the ceiling. I am so turned on I get off the bed and walk slowly over to my husband while gently squeezing my breasts. I spread my legs and remain standing as I bend over and cover Jakari’s erection with my mouth.

     Ne-Yo continues ‘please watch me do thee I’m nasty.’

    
“Ummm yeah….Qia….suck this dick baby.”
I continue to deep throat my King and play with my clit until I get a taste of his pending explosion. I straddle his lap and take my left hand and begin stroking his rod while I use my right hand to finger myself and allow my middle finger to glide back and forth over my swollen clit. Ne-Yo is screaming from the iPod that he loves to make love in front of a mirror just as I explode and can feel my cum all over my fingers. I coat my fingers with my cum and wrap them around Jakari’s dick.
“Ooooh shit Qia.”
Jakari says barely above a whisper.  I bite my bottom lip as I see my cum coating his dick which causes my hand to glide up and down and up and down and up and down effortlessly. I feel my pussy begin to pulsate again as I see cum shoot from Jakari’s helmet and run down my hand. I experience another small orgasm as I finish stroking Jakari through his nut. We both smile and stare into each other’s eyes not wanting this, whatever it is, to end.