Love in the Limelight Volume Two: Seduced on the Red CarpetLovers Premiere

by Ann Christopher

  “No. Please. Don’t stop,” she panted, rolling her hands around his waist and urging his hips to sink lower.

  He curled his body so that he could kiss the tracks of her tears while still submerging deeper. The pleasure of feeling her vaginal muscles pulse in time with her heartbeat had Ram’s mind spinning like a pinwheel. Breathing became a chore while he fought for control. If he started moving too soon, he risked becoming a two-minute brother and that would be one hell of a way to start off his marriage.

  Luckily, Sofia was still trying to adjust to his size, so together they had an undeclared time-out. Soon enough the kissing returned and Ram started to rock her slow and deep. Sighing, she thrust her head back and then lifted her legs to wrap them around his trim waist. Together they found a rhythm and lost themselves in the splendor of each other.

  Euphoric, Sofia alternated between calling out for God and Ramell. Tears of joy continued to roll down her face.

  “Do you love me, Sofia?” Ram asked, his hips now a human drill.

  “Y-yes,” she cried. “Oh, yes.”

  “Then I want to hear you say it, baby.”

  “I—I love you, Ram, baby.”

  “I love you, too.” He dropped his head lower, sucked in a nipple and hammered and licked until his ears rang with her screaming his name. He hiked her legs higher and enjoyed the sound of their bodies slapping together. At long last an orgasmic cry seemed to tear from her very soul while her mind spun into sweet oblivion. Two deep strokes later, Ram growled and clenched a large fistful of the bedding while he exploded inside of her.

  For long minutes afterward, neither one of them could speak. They just lay there, hot and sweaty, clinging to each other. The sound of the violin was still playing somewhere off in the distance. They both seemed to realize that at the same time.

  “That dude is working for his money,” Ram laughed, climbing out of the large bed.

  When he rushed over to the window, Sofia rolled onto her side and ogled his perfect behind and low-swinging manhood. She smiled at the knowledge that he now belonged to her. She belonged to him. They belonged together.

  Ram opened the window and let out a loud whistle. “Yo, man. You can head out.”

  The music finally stopped and Sofia snickered and shook her head. “How long has he been out there?”

  “I don’t know.” Ram glanced at his watch. “Wow. It’s one in the morning.”

  “No!”

  He bobbed his head as he headed back over to the bed. Once there, he grabbed her and pulled her close. Their bodies snapped together like two missing pieces of a puzzle. However, before he could get round two started, Sofia’s stomach growled like a starved lion.

  She gasped and then covered her face in embarrassment.

  “I take it that means you’re hungry,” Ram laughed.

  “Well, we never did have dinner and we did burn up quite a lot of calories,” she reminded him.

  “Then let’s see what we can do about that.” He kissed her on her collarbone and then climbed back out of bed. After a quick shower together where they played just a little more than they concentrated on getting clean, they were left having to wrap their wet bodies in clean sheets instead of drying off with towels because they couldn’t find any. When they descended the large staircase, they looked like a college couple about to attend a toga party.

  The surprise was seeing that their waiter had moved their outdoor dinner party back into the house. Sure they had to remove it from the refrigerator and heat everything up in the microwave, but it was still food for the starving husband and wife. For the next hour they laughed and reminisced about a time long gone. It felt good opening up to one another. To Sofia, it even felt like she had her best friend back.

  It was perfect.

  Almost too perfect.

  Surely, the other shoe had to drop.

  Chapter 14

  Sofia woke with the sound of birds chirping outside of her window. She sighed, smiled and tried to snuggle closer to the muscled body lying next to her. If she could carry a tune she might’ve just busted out singing “I’m Every Woman.”

  “So how long are you going to lie there and pretend that you’re asleep?” Ramell asked.

  Sofia’s smile stretched wider as she fluttered her eyes open. “I thought that you were asleep.”

  “Are you kidding me? We’ve been waiting a couple of hours for you to wake up.”

  “We?”

  Ram nodded downward and Sofia’s gaze followed its direction to see her husband’s early-morning erection. “Oh, my.” She arched a brow and reflexively licked her lips. “Is this something I can look forward to every morning?” She reached down and slowly pulled the top sheet until it slid off of Ram’s impeccably chiseled body. His length stood straight up like a black obelisk.

  “I hope that’s not a problem,” Ramell said, cupping her chin with his fingers and then tilting it upward so he could have his first kiss of the day. The first brush of his lips was sweet but then when his tongue swept inside her mouth a familiar heat rushed up her body and pure passion took over.

  Before she knew it, she was swinging her leg across his waist while he sat up in bed so he could stretch his hot mouth over her full breasts. Sofia was as wet as he was hard and it made it easy for him to enter her quickly and thoroughly. Sofia smiled and rolled her hips in a figure eight so that Ram’s steel rod could hit her four walls perfectly and caused a few sighs to blend with her moans. They were going at it like they had been lovers all of their lives. She arched her back further until she could grab hold of his ankles. Honey gushed between her legs with each grind and thrust, causing their bodies to make loud, exotic popping and squishing noises.

  “That’s it, baby. That’s it.” Ram skimmed his fingers down the front of her body and then dipped them in between the wet folds of her lips and she thumped back against the pads of his fingertips.

  “Oh. You feel good, baby,” he praised. “So damn good.”

  “Yeah? You like that?” she asked.

  “You know that I do,” he panted.

  “Well, I have something else for you,” she said. Sofia maneuvered and turned around with their bodies still connected. Her knees remained on both sides of his hips, her legs curled behind his back while she lay down in between the V of his legs. Then she started to grind.

  And Ram lost his mind.

  He watched the incredible sight of her perfect round ass while it bounced, flexed and rotated until his toes started to tingle. “Oh, damn.” Ram parted her cheeks so he could watch as he flowed in and out of her to the precise rhythm that was playing inside his head.

  Sofia panted, thrashing her head from side to side, but still working her hips, pelvis and vaginal muscles so that there was no mistake as to who was in control. “You feel so good.”

  Not as good as you feel. He closed his eyes for a second and bit his lower lip when the pleasure intensified. It should be a crime for anything to feel this good. Then again, if it was a crime then he would just have to get locked up. Ram would risk anything and everything for mornings like this.

  Sofia practically hissed as her vaginal muscles tightened. The next thing she knew, her moans skipped up the musical scale until she hit a high C. When the beginnings of her first morning orgasm stirred in her belly, everything started to tremble like she was a human earthquake.

  “Are you about to come?” Ram asked, locking his hands down on her hips.

  Sofia tried to answer, but all she could manage was a few more moans.

  Ram was glad to hear it. He was close, too, and he didn’t want to blast off before she did. A few more rolls of her hips and Sofia cried in ecstasy. Ram followed shortly after, growling with pleasure upon the intensity of his release.

  Spent, Ram fell back onto the bed’s pillows like a chopped tree. Sofia chuckled and struggled to get her feet from beneath him. He didn’t help because he couldn’t. She had sapped every drop of energy out of him, but he was happy and satisfied. “I coul
d die a happy man right now.”

  Sofia chuckled while she still lazily rolled her hips.

  “What are you doing to me?”

  Ram hitched up one side of his face while he slid his hands all around her beautiful brown behind. “If you’re trying to get a brother to fall in love with you then you can quit. That happened a long time ago.”

  Sofia pushed herself up and spread her legs out until she had the perfect cheerleader split over his still hard erection. “Then maybe I just want to make sure that you stay that way.”

  “You weren’t playing when you said that you had tricks.” He sat back up and wrapped an arm around her waist while he scooted over to the edge of the bed and then stood up with their bodies still joined.

  “What are you about to do?” Sofia asked, laughing.

  “You’ll see,” he chuckled. “Plant your feet on the floor.”

  She did as she was told while he turned so that she leaned over the bed. From there he took hold of her arms held them up from behind her like they were a pair of reins and then started thrusting his hips. Each time he would slap against her lovely bottom, she would bounce forward but his tight hold on her arms prevented her from falling onto the bed and ensured her springing back for another hard thrust.

  “Ohh.” Sofia’s mouth sagged open while a new wave of ecstasy washed over her. She dropped her head and then watched as her full breasts bounced and jiggled while the friction from their bodies soon had her weak in the knees. More importantly, her muscles started to tighten, and caused Ramell to moan her name.

  “Kiss me,” he said, holding still long enough to release her hands so she could erect her top half and turn her face over her left shoulder to receive his hungry kiss. While their mouths caressed and their tongues dueled, Ram eased a hand down the front of her body where his fingers slithered through her dewy curls. Feeling her quiver and swallowing her moans, Ram rotated his hips and gently massaged her core.

  In need of oxygen, Sofia broke their kiss to suck in deep gulps of air. Ram’s lips found a new home against the curve of her neck. Before she knew it, she was popping off orgasms back-to-back, followed again by Ram’s release. When they finally fell onto the bed, they were laughing and gasping for air. Neither of them were sure who went to sleep first, but when they woke again, Ram joked, “We’re really late for work.”

  “Work?” Sofia sprung up. “Oh, my God, what time is it?”

  “Huh, what?” Before he could process what was happening, Sofia had bolted out of bed and slammed the door to the bathroom and he could hear her turning on the shower. “Wait. Come back.” He rolled out of bed, peeked at his watch and went after her.

  In the bathroom, he opened the glass stall and walked inside. “Here, let me help you,” he offered, reaching for the soap.

  “Only if you’re really going to help and not try to distract me. I need to get to the office.”

  “Why?” he laughed. “It’s already past noon. We might as well go ahead and take the day off.”

  Sofia stopped scrubbing beneath her breasts to stare at him as if he’d lost all his marbles. “Take the day off?”

  Ramell hiked up a brow. “What? You have taken a day off before, haven’t you?”

  “I’ve taken vacation before, yes, but it’s been a while.”

  Now it was his turn to lower the soap and stare at her as if she’d just sprouted a second head. “You’ve never played hooky from work before?”

  “And why would I want to do that?”

  “Because it’s fun?” He shrugged his mountainous shoulders.

  She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “No. I actually take my work seriously.”

  “Well, not today,” he said, turning her around and soaping down her back. “Today you and me are going to play hooky.”

  “What? Are you kidding me? I probably have like…a million emails and phone messages by now.”

  “They can wait until tomorrow,” Ram said. “And don’t bother to argue with me. I’m not going to take no for an answer.”

  She did argue, but in the end he won.

  *

  After their shower, they returned to Sofia’s penthouse so she could change clothes. “How casual are we talking about?” Sofia asked.

  Ramell followed her into her bedroom. Upon seeing the queen-size bed, he instantly dove on top of it. “You know before you move out we’re going to have to test the springs on this one.”

  She turned and settled her hands on her hips. “And why is that?”

  “Because it’s a bed. Do we really need another reason?”

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  Sofia held her hand up and gave him the brick wall. “I’m ignoring you.”

  Ramell laughed. “Whatever. Just grab some jeans and a shirt. Nothing fancy.”

  “Uh-huh. You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” Sofia said, pulling out a pair of Chip and Pepper jeans. “I think I have the right to know where you’re dragging me off to.”

  “Dragging? I offer you a day of fun and leisure and you call that dragging you?”

  “Tell me where we’re going and let me be the judge of whether it’s going to be fun and leisure.”

  “No.” He climbed off of the bed. “You’ll say no so you can run back to your precious little office where you can listen to actors and directors whine, or so that you can fleece more money out of studio executives.”

  “What can I say? Work is my spice of life.”

  Ramell shook his head as he moved over to his wife and pulled her into his arms. “Not anymore. Now I’m the new spice in your life.” He leaned forward and nibbled on her ear. “Just like you’re the new spice in mine.”

  Sofia wanted to pretend that his warm breath against her skin wasn’t affecting her, but her moans slipped out before she had the chance to stop it.

  “You know we can try that bed out now instead of later.”

  “I knew it. You don’t really have anything planned for today.”

  “We just decided to play hooky an hour ago—and yes, I know where I’m taking you.”

  “Then tell me.”

  Ramell shook his head and then smacked her on the behind. “Change your clothes. I’ll wait for you in the living room. If I see naked skin then we’ll never get out of here.”

  “Oh, really?” Sofia slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders.

  Ramell quickly slammed his eyes shut and then turned away to feel his way out of the room. “I will not be tempted,” he said as he made his way out. “Just hurry up so we can go.”

  Sofia laughed as she watched him being silly. Again, it felt good to just be able to laugh and play the way they used to do. All those wasted years of holding that damn grudge while she and Ramell could’ve… She stopped. Could’ve what?

  Her gaze fell to the small wedding band on her left hand and she knew the answer to that. How many times had Ramell proposed when they were children? How many times had she wanted to say yes, but played hard to get because that was what her mother had coached her to do?

  Then, just as quickly as it came, Sofia dismissed the thought. They were just children. There was no way of knowing whether their puppy love would have survived elementary school, let alone junior high and high school. The odds of that happening had to be something like a million to one. Or a gazillion to one, she corrected herself. She laughed softly and then went back into her closet for a pair of Nikes.

  When she emerged from her bedroom, she found Ramell in the kitchen rinsing off some strawberries. “Hmm. You know a man in the kitchen is like an aphrodisiac to a woman.”

  “What the hell do you think I’m in here for?” He held up a strawberry and then watched her hungrily as she took her sweet time opening her mouth and sliding it in tip first.

  “You’re a damn tease is what you are,” Ram said, plopping the red fruit into her mouth and stepping back. “But I’m onto you. Are you ready to go?”

  S
ofia reached over to the fruit bowl and picked up a banana. “I’m dressed, if that’s what you mean.” She took her time peeling the fruit.

  Ram watched, completely fascinated, as she then tilted the banana toward her mouth. This time her tongue performed a little dance that involved licking and swirling her tongue around the tip. By the time she took a healthy bite, he was rock hard and was seconds away from grabbing her and spreading her out on the counter for a different kind of meal.

  Instead, he pushed the fruit aside, took her by the hand and led her toward the front door.

  Sofia laughed. “Is there a problem?”

  “Yeah. You play too much.”

  “I thought there was no such thing as playing too much?” Sofia said with a wink, tossing his words back at him.

  “Oh, wait, wait.” She stopped and started back toward the bedroom.

  Ramell tossed up his hands. “What is it now?”

  “My cell phone. I need to grab my cell phone off the charger.”

  “Oh, no.” He rushed after her and grabbed her hand again. “No cell phones. No computers. No gadgets of any kind.”

  “But—”

  “And no buts. We’re playing hooky, remember?” He started dragging her toward the door. “Hooky means no work.”

  “I don’t know if I like hooky,” she said, poking out her bottom lip.

  Ramell opened the front door and smiled. “You say that now, but trust me, you’re going to forget all about that phone soon enough.”

  Chapter 15

  They played hooky at Venice Beach. Blue ocean and an azure sky, it was like most of California—beautiful year-round and always crowded. There were a ton of things to do. There were several vendors selling crafts, drawings and every type of junk food one could imagine. But it was the street performers that really caught their attention and entertained them.

  At the Sidewalk Café, Ram and Sofia grabbed a light lunch and had fun checking out the eclectic crowd. Clearly mohawks were making a comeback. As well as spandex.

  “Now you know I want to get you on some skates,” Ram said, munching on some hot wings.