Sidechick Chronicles
Page 7
It made me think of how it would be when we had our first child. I ran my hand across his head. He had such a nice grade of hair. It was a soft shade of black with sprinkles of gray. I loved how the gray was peeking through. It made him look distinguished and incredibly sexy. The low cut style he had blended well with the beard he was growing.
At first, I was against the beard. I thought it made him look older. Somehow it grew on me and I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I looked at him and wondered how I got to be so lucky. How this man chose me. I was so fascinated by it, by him. I was tired, yet I still wanted more.
Somehow with him I was a sexual vixen.
I was completely free.
I rubbed my finger up and down slowly behind his ear. It was his spot so I knew he would wake up. He turned his head to face me. He gave me that devilish look he would give right before he would ravish me. We had already went a few rounds and I could see he was ready for another one. Whoever said older men could not keep up did not know Laurence Bishop. The man had stamina of a 20 year old and the experience of a grown man. A perfect combination for excellent love making.
He took his time to please me.
His strokes were calculated.
His kisses were passionate.
He always left me wanting more.
“I knew you weren’t going to let me sleep all night baby.”
I looked at him and grinned.
“No way, it’s your fault. You set the bar high so you have to live up to it. Now I believe there was a spot right here that you missed.”
I pointed to a spot on my inner thigh. It was a tease and a set up for me to be crawling up the wall.
“Is that right? Well I could’ve sworn I covered every inch of you. Though it seems you feel I may have neglected a spot. No problem, I can fix that.”
He moved so that he could position himself properly. He pulled me down and spread my legs apart slowly. I was becoming hot just from his touch.
“Now this is your last time. Are you sure I missed this spot? I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself before it’s too late.”
He was toying with me.
He wanted me to beg for it.
I wasn’t going to give in.
“No need to try and back out mister. You missed a spot so I suggest you fix it.”
I winked at him.
It was all he needed to begin another round. His lips were soft and warm against my inner thigh. He moved up slowly as he made his way to my center. I moved his head in and out as his tongue circled my clit. I could not imagine life without this feeling. I could not imagine life without him making me feel this way.
“Ohhh baby I love how you make me feel,” I moaned.
He licked harder.
Faster.
I was so caught up in the rhythm his tongue was creating on my clit I didn’t even hear the knocks at the door. I zoned back out and continued to ignore the knocks. I was caught between pleasure and sanity. I knew I should’ve stopped him. He hadn’t heard them because his head was buried between my thighs. I was on the edge, close to falling over and I want to fall.
The knocks grew more frequent. They became loud and distracting.
Who could be knocking on his door this late?
I couldn’t keep him from hearing them this time. He pulled his head up and my orgasm slid back into the abyss it was so desperately trying to escape from.
“How long has someone been knocking?”
I looked at him like I was lost in the feeling and hadn’t heard it.
“I’m not sure,” I lied.
He stood up and ran to the door. He looked through the peep hole and then back at me. He looked started and somewhat panicked. I thought it may have been someone from the chaperones. It was late, but maybe something was wrong and they needed his assistance.
He stood there frozen.
“Dad, are you in there?”
My breath immediately got caught in my throat.
Ambrosia.
Constance
6
I hopped on the freeway and headed to Armond's condo. The company that he worked for purchased a condo building and lets them stay there when they worked long nights. The purpose was so they could prevent late night accidents that would be caused by employees falling asleep at the wheel. I guess they felt better safe than sorry. I liked it because it offered seclusion. Since he was an executive he often used the penthouse for our rendezvous. It had a private elevator leading straight to it. No way for me to ever be spotted.
Seclusion and secrecy were the only way this affair was going to work.
I remember our first night together. The first night of many nights we’ve shared. Laurence was away on one of his church trips. I was tired and had no real desire to go so I stayed home. Armond had called looking for him and discovered he was out of town. Normally, he would be with him on his trips. Somehow this time work had prevented him from joining him. I told him the kids were at my brother’s for the weekend. He asked me to join him downtown for dinner since he had to work late. We met and talked for hours. I poured my heart out to him over seafood and wine. He listened to me and even held my hand as I fought back the tears. We eventually finished our dinner and headed to our separate vehicles. He gave me the most compassionate look on the parking lot. Before I knew it we had shared a heated kiss and were driving up the street to his condo.
We made love over and over again that night. I felt so guilty afterwards and once we finished I cried and told him this was a mistake. No matter what Laurence had done I couldn’t do this to my family. I told him this could never happen again, grabbed my stuff and left.
That was a year ago.
I checked my armrest to make sure the condoms were still in there. Safety comes first always. I cruised for another 15 minutes before pulling into the garage. I parked, turned the car off and grabbed the items I needed. I headed towards the elevator and heard my phone ring again.
I sighed.
I hoped it wasn't my husband again. He was really ruining the moment. I just wanted two more days of peace and it seemed he wasn’t going to let me have it.
I pulled the phone out my phone and saw there was no one calling. I pressed the elevator button. I still heard the ring. The other phone, I remembered. Lost in my deep thoughts I forgot I had another phone.
Armond.
"Hello."
"Laila, where are you?"
He was the only person who called me by middle name.
“I’m walking onto the elevator to come upstairs.”
"Okay, see you when you get here."
We hung up. I pressed the button. I wondered what that was about. He sounded like something was wrong. I stepped into the elevator and pressed PH to go up. I turned all my volumes on vibrate so we wouldn't be disturbed. I missed him and couldn't wait to see him. The elevator stopped and the doors open. Before I could walk off he was standing at the doors. He looked worried about something. I moved to step off.
"Armond what's wrong?"
"She knows."