by Imani King
“Blaize that sounds heavenly.”
We shared a romantic kiss in the middle of the room. I pressed for the elevator and gallantly offered my arm to escort her inside.
“Going up, Ms. Dixon?”
Chelsea flashed me her biggest smile as she hooked her arm around my elbow.
“You betcha, Mr. Simon.”
26
Chelsea
Our suite was to die for! I never saw anything like it. It was apartment-sized with a private wraparound balcony and the same 180-degree view as the restaurant. I opened the heavy oaken French doors and stepped outside into the invigorating sea air. Blaize followed me out and stood behind me. He kissed the back of my head and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. I felt so lucky and so special but a tiny voice in my head still wondered how many other women he had treated this exact same way. Had he brought any other women to this room? The tiny voice was also having an argument with a louder voice that sounded suspiciously like Tiffany’s. It kept telling me to sit back and enjoy the ride. For the moment, I decided to listen to that one.
The marvelous champagne and wine we drank had gone straight to my head and filled me with lustful thoughts of my handsome “fiancé”. The light from the full moon bounced off the magnificent gems in my stunning ring and warmed my insides. My pussy was purring and craving anything Blaize Simon wanted to pleasure me with. I slid his hands up from my waist and onto my breasts. He cupped and caressed them while he kissed the nape of my neck. In an instant he had the strapless bodice of my dress pushed down to my navel as he ravished my bare tits in the cool ocean breeze.
Before I knew it, he spun me around and devoured my mouth with his own. Our kiss was pure desire and hot lust. I tore off his dress shirt and licked his muscular pecs with my salacious tongue. He slunk to the floor and knelt at my feet.
“Chelsea, you slutty little girl! When I hike up your little dress, what will I find between your ultra-fine thighs?”
“Why don’t you look for yourself. You might discover a tasty surprise, you naughty little boy.”
Blaize slowly ran his hands up my bare legs.
“Higher, Blaize. I’m so fucking wet for you. I can’t stand it.”
His fingers teasingly inched upward in search of my surprise. My cleft moistened at the mere thought of Blaize touching it. He stopped suddenly when his hands reached my hips. His face lit up and he smiled from ear to ear. Then he put his entire head under my skirt to confirm what he already knew.
“Holy fuck Chelsea! You’re not wearing any panties, you dirty sexy little minx!”
He popped his head back out and I tousled his boyish hair while his fingers dipped deeply into my wet folds. Blaize pulled them out and licked my juices off with glee.
“Fuck! I’ve got to eat your ripe little pussy right this very second!”
He steered me onto the cushioned patio lounge chair and pushed the skirt of my dress up to my waist, revealing my panty-free pussy. Then he knelt down and spread my legs apart with his hands before diving into my eager muff with his entire face.
His rapid-fire tongue was relentless in pursuit of my orgasm.
“Tell me what you want, Chelsea. I want to hear you tell me.”
“Oh Blaize! Fuck me with your hot tongue! I want your hot tongue on my clit!”
Blaize resumed his tireless assault on my aroused swollen slit. I writhed and moaned and came repeatedly on his wickedly talented mouth. He stripped off the remainder of his clothes and crawled onto the lounge chair with me. He brushed the hair from my face and lightly kissed and nibbled me from head to toe.
I loved looking at Blaize; his body was spectacular; a picture of pure perfection. It was like a finely-tuned, high-performance machine. A machine with rock-hard abs and a scrumptiously round ass. And his face was so classically handsome. He could melt me with a simple stare.
I took his outstanding cock in the palm of my hand and stroked it with desire. It was truly the finest specimen of a male organ I’d ever seen. Blaize was the master of his instrument and I feared I was already a prisoner of it. I wanted to feel it inside me again.
Blaize sat up in the chair and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him and gripped his shoulders while I gyrated my drooling pussy around on his cock. He buried his face in my tits and sucked them with gusto. I grabbed his delectable dick and slid the head into my hungry crevice, groaning as I felt Blaize filling me.
“Oh my god Blaize, your cock feels soooo good.”
Blaize was a raging bull with me as his rider, hanging on while fucking him with all my might. I came close to being bucked off a couple of times but my pussy walls clenched tightly as I slid up and down on him till the end.
“Chelsea don’t stop honey! Fuck! I’m gonna come in you now!”
We both came together in a flood of hot cum, collapsing into each other’s arms amidst the comfy chair pillows.
The chill of the evening air was beginning to raise goose bumps on my sweat-soaked skin.
“We better get you inside. We can’t have you catching cold, now can we, lover?”
Blaize scooped me up in his strapping arms and carried me into our fabulous suite.
“There are so many great fucking places in this room. Let’s see..….where shall I set you down?”
He decided on the giant overstuffed sofa. I sank into the rich, luxurious suede cushions, and Blaize dove in next to me, extending my feet and legs across his lap.
There was a giant basket of assorted fruit on the dining room table. Evidently, Rolande had ordered it prior to our arrival. The card read, “Happy engagement you two!”
As soon as I saw it, I immediately hopped up and nabbed a banana for myself. Then I peeled it, gobbled a giant bite off the end, and plopped back down on the couch. Of course Blaize couldn’t resist the opportunity for some of his sexual innuendo.
“Chelsea, I’m sorry……..wasn’t I enough for you, sweetie?”
“No, I guess not. You obviously left me hungry and unsatisfied. Perhaps next time around you’ll do better.” I smiled mischievously, and Blaize took pretend offense.
“That’ll be the day! I can honestly say I have never heard a woman say those words to me. I would be mortified if I ever did. But seriously, what’s with the sudden urge for a banana?”
“I don’t know. I must have a potassium deficiency. Not a day goes by lately that I don’t find myself craving a banana.”
“As long as it’s my banana.”
Blaize started kissing my tits again. He had a truly insatiable sexual appetite.
“You know what we need, Chels? A nice hot steamy shower”
He stood up and strutted his gorgeous nude body across the floor and into the bathroom. His tight round little ass made me want to gnaw on it. I heard him turn the water on in the shower and then he called out to me:
“Chelsea…… I’m so dirty baby. C’mon in and clean me up, will ya?”
Without hesitation, I followed his voice, entering the lavish bathroom for the first time. It was enormous! It had a giant jet-tub next to a bay window with ocean view, a stone and glass rain shower and a wall-to-wall towel heater!
Blaize was sitting on the marble shower bench, letting the shower water trickle down his skin, while he stroked his dick in anticipation.
Steam filled up the glass enclosure as I opened the door. Blaize got up and squeezed papaya scented foaming shower gel all over my body, and massaged it in with his warm wet hands.
I rubbed the sudsy fragrant soap into my breasts and then all over Blaize’s heavy balls and cock, preparing to ride it again. He slid his hand between my frothy thighs and dipped his fingers into my fruit infused folds.
I kissed and sucked his voluptuous lips while I stroked his slick shaft in my hand. Then to his utter delight, I turned around and bent all the way over for him, spreading my legs wide and grabbing my ankles.
“Chelsea, you are one fuckin’ hot wicked little temptress!”
“Only for you Blaize!”
Blaize grabbed onto both cheeks of my dripping wet ass and spread my slippery slit open with his large manly thumbs. He positioned his cock in line with my sudsy pussy and teased it with his entire length, dragging it up and down against my tortured clit. And then with no warning, he sunk it into me like a stealth missile.
His forceful fucking made me claw the shower walls in search of something to brace myself with. My fingers came across a tile shelf and I hung on for dear life as Blaize pounded me from behind. His balls slapped my bottom in an almost punishing manner. He made me feel like a bad little girl and I relished in his depravity.
My entire core filled with Blaize’s imminent orgasm. I could feel him swelling and building with each stroke, driving it harder into me. My legs grew weak and I feared I would slip on the wet stone floor.
“Fuck Chelsea, you have the tightest pussy…..fuck I’m coming baby!”
Blaize caught me just as I started to lose my footing. We both ended up crash landing on the shower floor. Neither of us got hurt. We just sat there stunned for a bit. Then came the uncontrollable laughter.
“Well, I have to say, that’s a first for me Blaize!”
“Are you implying that I’ve crash landed while coming in the shower before?”
“I’d be surprised if you hadn’t!”
We had a lovely evening in our engagement honeymoon suite. We were exhausted and we slept like logs. It was wonderful sleeping in Blaize’s embrace. I felt safe and protected. I didn’t want the fairytale to ever end, and I wondered if this was what life with Blaize would really be like. Would it always be this exciting and romantic?
In the morning, we had a marvelous breakfast brought up to our room and we ate outside on the terrace, with the shining blue Pacific outstretched before us.
My ring sparkled in the sunlight every time I brought my coffee cup up to my lips.
“Last night was amazing Blaize. I had a terrific time.”
“It was fantastic, wasn’t it? These crepes are pretty amazing too, I must say. I’m hungry as a bear!”
“You must have worked up quite an appetite. You were quite the busy boy last night!”
“I’m never at a loss for sinful things to do to you, young lady.”
“That’s good to know. Pass me some more of those incredible banana crepes…..”
Blaize looked annoyingly at his phone.
“Fuck! I have at least a dozen messages from Rolande and the producer of my Sweet Revenge film. What the fuck does everybody want?”
I turned my phone on and was surprised to see a similar number of texts from Tiffany and several voicemails from my pop. Most of Tiffany’s messages were vague and hinted at something important that she wanted to tell me. I figured my dad’s most likely had to do with the new engagement photos that were probably already in his morning newspaper. The coward in me decided to listen to his messages later.
“I guess we better head back to the real world, now Blaize. We seem to be in desperate demand!”
He was busy listening to his voicemail. His sexy lips parted in surprise before the cute little corners of his mouth turned up into a very self-satisfied grin.
“Looks like the movie studio wants me to sign on as an associate producer! Ka-Ching! I’m most definitely down for that! But it does necessitate an even greater need for an extended visa.”
“How is the script coming along, anyway?”
“I’m making good progress, but I have to tell you Chelsea, you are an abnormally time-consuming distraction. I really should be much further ahead with it than I am. Don’t you think we should set a date for our marriage pretty soon?”
It was time for me to put my cards on the table.
“Blaize, do you think we might be able to take a trip up to San Francisco to see my dad? I feel like I just can’t be comfortable with everything, without him meeting you first. He’s just too important to me.”
27
Blaize
The final Los Angeles area book signing promotion was at a very upscale bookstore in Brentwood. The line of fans outside the door snaked down the block as usual. But my mind was elsewhere. Chelsea had texted me earlier that morning saying she wasn’t feeling well, but would try to make it. She said at the very least, Tiffany would be able to do the event.
I nervously awaited French Chocolate. I knew Tiffany could easily handle the crowd alone but I couldn’t bear the idea of Chelsea being sick. I was expecting Rolande soon, as well. He had been consumed with all the legal meetings for the film the last few days and we had barely had a chance to talk. The store owner would be opening the front doors in less than 30 minutes.
Tiffany and Rolande both came in through the back entrance with carts full of French Chocolate pastries and candy. There was something different about their interaction with one another. It was flirtatious! After a few minutes observation it was obvious to me that their relationship had turned romantic. These two had clearly fucked each other!
Tiffany was all giggly and Rolande was buzzing around her like a little bee. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other for more than two minutes.
“Before I address the 2 of you, how is Chelsea? Is she okay?”
“She has a nasty stomach flu, Blaize. She was green when I left her. I heard a lot of gut-wrenching noises coming from our bathroom.”
“And you left her by herself?”
“She told me to go on without her. What could I do? She’s an adult. Adults get sick and have to stay by themselves sometimes. I asked our neighbor, Mrs. Macintosh, to check in on her in a couple hours and then call me.”
“Rolande, why can’t you go stay with her?”
“I would happily do it, Blaize buddy, but the store owner wants me here for crowd control.”
“Fuck! I can’t stand the idea of Chelsea being home sick by herself.”
“She said she’d call me if she felt she really needed help. I’m sure Mrs. Mac will call also, if Chelsea starts feeling worse.”
I decided to give her a call before the people started stampeding in. Her phone rang a disconcerting number of times before she picked up.
“Hi Blaize. You really didn’t need to call me.”
“Of course I did! I have to hear your voice. How are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling a little better. I’m thinking I might have eaten a bad banana.”
“A bad banana? Maybe you’re just eating too many fucking bananas! What else have you eaten this morning?”
“Nothing. Well, besides some banana yogurt. And some coffee.”
“What? No banana bread?”
“Don’t be silly. I just ate some crackers though. And maybe a banana muffin… That seemed to help a lot. I’m sorry I can’t be down there helping you today. And Blaize, thanks again for agreeing to go up to San Fran to meet daddy. It means a lot to me.”
“Don’t give it a second thought. I’m embarrassed that you had to ask. I should have insisted on it, myself. Anyway, you just stay home, rest and get well. Tiffany and Rolande can hold down the fort. Speaking of those two……..what’s been going on besides them obviously shagging each other?”
“Well, that’s about it. That was Tiff’s important news she was dying to tell me about. When the limo stopped at our house to drop her off the other night…….well, they were both drunk and horny and she said they had been makin’ out in the backseat like teenagers. Anyway, she invited Rolande in and you can pretty much guess the rest.”
“I don’t know why, but I did not see that one coming. I guess I’ve been too caught up in my own French Chocolate affaire.”
“Blaize, I hate to cut you off but I’m feeling kind of nauseated again. I need to get to the restroom.”
“Can’t you just take me in there with you? This is a cell phone for Christ’s sake!”
“No! I’m not gonna have you listen in while I wretch! Good-bye Blaize!”
I put my phone in my jacket pocket and composed myself the best I could before the throngs of peop
le were let in. Rolande was over at Tiffany’s dessert display, eyeing more than just the goodies on the table. I couldn’t resist lobbing a snide remark their way.
“Hey get away from her treats Rolande, don’t you think you’ve had enough free samples?”
“You should talk, your royal dickiness!”
Tiffany burst out laughing.
“Snappy comeback Rolande! Touché Frenchman!”
The doors swung open and the crowds poured in. The event was going swimmingly, as expected. That pacified me for the afternoon, but it was certainly not enough to keep me from popping in to see Chelsea on my way home from the bookstore.
28
Chelsea
The doorbell rang and I peered out through the lace curtains of the window. Mrs. Macintosh again? What did she want now? It was sweet of her to check on me earlier but there really was no need for a second visit. I opened the door and politely welcomed her back into the house.
“Mrs. Macintosh, how thoughtful of you to drop by again, but I’m doing much better now, really I am.”
“Chelsea, I thought maybe I should bring this over for you?”
She held a small box in her outstretched hand.
“You brought me a pregnancy test?”
“Yes dear. You seemed too sick to go to the drug store yourself.”
“So you went and bought this for me?”
“No dear. You know, my niece Allie lives with me and she had this in her medicine cabinet.”
“Mrs. Mac, I’m not pregnant. I can’t be. I just ate something that disagreed with me.”
“Chelsea, god love ya, you poor naïve girl. Of course you’re pregnant. You have all the signs. Isn’t your period late dear?”
“I’m can’t have kids, Mrs. Mac, and my period is highly irregular. I don’t even try to keep track of it anymore.”
