by S. K. Hardy
Darrell chuckled, kissing her temple. “What? Tell me.”
She lifted her head, eyes shining bright with amusement. “Re-remember when I let myself in a couple of weeks ago and fell asleep on the couch?”
“Yeah.”
She continued to tell the story in between tittering laughs. “Wh-when I woke up and saw you and H-Hawk standing there, for a minute, I th-thought you wanted to h-have a threesome.” Jerra was laughing so hard that tears gathered in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I find that so funny.”
“Neither do I.” Darrell took a step back so that he could see her clearly. His eyes were now as hard as concrete blocks. He definitely didn’t find a damn thing funny about that.
Jerra noticed his reaction right away. She reached out and pulled him back to her. “Oh, come on. Don’t get mad. Don’t you think that’s funny?”
“No the hell I don’t.” His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why, is that somethin’ you’ve been thinkin’ about because–”
“Of course not.”
“If it is,” Darrell continued, talking over her. “You can get that shit out of your head right now.”
“Darrell–”
“Don’t ‘Darrell’ me.” He cupped her face in his hands and positioned his thumbs underneath her chin to make sure her eyes were on him. “Now Dom and Keisha, I love them dearly. You know that. Ain’t no judgment here about the kind of lifestyle they choose to lead. But all that ménage à trois shit they’re into, that ain’t my thang, and it never will be. It damn sure better not be yours either.”
Her brown eyes now wide and solemn, Jerra stuttered and made an effort to explain that’s not what she meant, but Darrell placed a finger over her lips.
“Nah, I get it. But just thinking about some other man touching what’s mine…that fucks me up, Jerra. The very thought of you being with somebody else…”
He didn’t complete the sentence, but he didn’t have to. Jerra could see the anger churning in his eyes, could feel the fury rolling off his body in waves. She bunched his t-shirt up in her hand.
“Then why can’t you understand how much it fucks me up when you turn to another woman instead of me?”
“Jerra–”
“No, listen to me. It’s the same thing. I don’t care what the reason was for what you did, I’m your wife. We’re supposed to go to each other if there’s a problem, then make the decision on how to proceed…together. If it meant calling Roni, then I would’ve understood. You don’t sneak around and do it then keep it from me.”
Unable to stand the hurt in her eyes, Darrell shook his head and looked away. He knew better than anyone how much damage he’d inflicted on his family.
Jerra placed a hand on the side of his face and turned him back to look at her. “I need to be able to trust you, Darrell, because quite honestly, if I can’t trust you, there’s no need for us to ever be together again.”
“You know you can trust me with your life, J., the same way I trust you with mine.”
“If…if we decide to try again, no more half-truths. No more hiding things from each other.”
Darrell slipped a strand of hair away from her face and lovingly soaked in her features. “You’re the most important person to me on this earth. I never…” He stopped and swallowed hard. A grimace covered his face, as if tasting the bitter flavor of regret. “I know this sounds like a broken record, but I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
Her eyes luminous, Jerra hesitated then nodded.
“I’m taking steps to be the kind of man you need me to be, the kind of man you deserve. Just don’t give up on me, alright?”
“I won’t,” she whispered.
Darrell stepped closer and brushed his lips over hers sweetly. “Promise?”
Jerra nodded.
“Hm?” He nudged his nose against her nose.
“Yes. I promise.”
“Thank you. Now, do I get to have some of my pudding?” He smiled as she laughed and shook her head.
“What am I going to do with you?” she said in exasperation.
His smile slipped a bit. Darrell put all teasing aside. “Just love me. That’s all.”
As serious as he was now, Jerra lifted her mouth in invitation. “I do. Very much.”
The kiss happened naturally. Darrell’s lips glided over Jerra’s. He slipped his tongue past her lips, taking his time tasting her sweetness before deepening the kiss. Finished with the buttons on her blouse, he slipped it down her arms and dropped it to the floor, followed by her bra.
Still standing in front of her, Darrell placed his hands at the back of her thighs and lifted her up. Jerra automatically slipped her legs around his waist, her lips seeking and finding his again. Darrell palmed her ass, kissing her with an eager hunger, and carried her out of the kitchen to his bedroom where he made quick work of dispensing with the rest of her clothes.
After she climbed in bed, Jerra eagerly watched him undress with unabashed desire. She never tired of looking at Darrell’s body. He reminded her of a perfectly proportioned Greek god. His rippling muscles, wide shoulders, and powerful arms could’ve easily been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. When he pulled his shirt off, her eyes ran over the solid wall of his chest, which was pure, sinewy muscle. Jerra’s palms itched with the urge to touch him. She waited impatiently. The hard slab of his abdominals flexed and contracted when he pushed his sweatpants and boxer briefs down over lean hips and past his hard, muscular thighs. She actually sighed out loud when he straightened to his full height, wonderfully naked and deliciously aroused.
Darrell’s laugh was deep and low when her attention remained riveted on his engorged sex. He brought his hand to his shaft and stroked his length nice and slow.
“See something you like?”
The honey smooth timbre of his tone prompted Jerra to squeeze her thighs together in reaction. “Yes,” she answered hoarsely. Almost desperately.
Jerra’s hungry gaze never left the hypnotizing motion of his hand. Breathless with excitement, she felt like it was Christmas in July, and the one thing she’d been praying for was indeed wrapped neatly under the tree, just for her. Jerra was enthralled by her gift.
Darrell strolled towards her with the gracefulness of a lithe tiger, strong, virile and incredibly…male. He glanced down at his erection then back up at her with grey eyes that seduced and enticed.
“Taste it for me.”
Although the words came out a husky whisper, there was no mistaking the fact that it wasn’t a request. Jerra’s pussy purred in response.
When she moved to get out of bed and kneel in front of him, Darrell shook his head. “No, stay there. Lie on your back,” he instructed. “Put your head this way.”
Jerra reclined across the bed on her back so that her head hung over the edge. The height of the bed placed her face in front of his groin at the perfect angle. Drawing her legs up, she bent them at the knee and placed her feet flat on the mattress.
Still priming his dick like a well readying to blow, Darrell stepped closer to her but his eyes remained locked on the sweet spot between her thighs. “Open your legs for me. I wanna see that pretty pussy. That’s it,” he murmured in soft approval when Jerra spread her knees wide apart.
Darrell’s tongue swept over his lips. Jerra was so aroused and wet that her flesh glistened, reminding him of early morning dewdrops clinging to fresh blades of grass. His mouth moved in that direction like a heat seeking missile, Jerra’s passion-moistened depths being the target, but she threw him off by extending her tongue and licking the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft. Aborting the mission he had in mind for the time being, Darrell looked down at her with eyes full of lust. A low rumble of desire rolled off of his chest.
Jerra lifted her head a bit and whimpered as she tried to get more. Obliging her unspoken request, Darrell leaned within her reach. Giving him a grateful groan, Jerra’s lips greedily latched onto the bulbous head and lovingly swirled her tongue around t
he thick tip.
Darrell’s teeth gritted like an animal that had just gotten hold of a piece of meat and refused to let go. Slowly rotating his hips, he pushed himself deeper into her warm, wet mouth, an inch at a time, pausing at intervals to give her the opportunity to adjust to his significant girth. A guttural curse escaped him when the very tip of his dick touched the satiny lining of her throat. He paused when he encountered a slight resistance. Jerra’s eyes widened and welled up.
Darrell slowly pulled out. Jerra was the only woman who’d ever been able to literally swallow a good bit of his length, but it was a process that he let her set the pace for. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Take your time.”
Nodding, she placed her hands on his hips and guided him back into her mouth. Biting his lip, Darrell was careful to let her handle the depth. This time she controlled her gag reflex, pushing her tongue out to open and create a passageway for him to glide down easier. She pulled him in deeper, a little bit at a time.
Darrell moaned when she swallowed as much of him as she could down her throat. Her muscles massaged his dick, keeping him snug in her oral canal. The feeling was…indescribable and never failed to make him cum. He struggled to control himself. Jerra held him there for several seconds before pulling back to suck on the head. Losing himself in the pleasure of it all, Darrell rocked back and forth, fucking her mouth, before she inhaled him deep again. The sight of her neck expanding, bulging, and working to accommodate his length nearly caused Darrell to spill his seed this time. The visual element was erotic as fuck, even more so because Jerra serviced him with skill and enthusiasm.
“Damn, baby,” he breathed hoarsely. “What you try’na do to me? You suckin’ the fuck outta this dick.”
Pulling himself free from the secure lock her mouth had on him, he lifted Jerra to her knees. He effectively quieted her protests by capturing her lips with his. Darrell threaded fingers that trembled through her hair, clutching the strands tight, holding her in place while his tongue ravaged her mouth.
Moaning, Jerra tried to get closer. Her head fell to the side, shivering when his mouth nibbled a ragged path over the sensitive skin on her neck, heightening her pleasure. Impatient, she urged him onto the bed.
Lowering her on her back, Darrell’s large body covered hers. Slipping his middle finger between the swollen folds of her sex, he inserted it up the tender canal of her pussy and found her hot and wet.
Darrell let out a low groan of regret. “Definitely plan on tasting this pussy tonight, but right now…I need to be inside you.”
Turning on her stomach, Jerra lifted herself up on her hands and knees and looked at him over her shoulder. “Fuck me from the back, baby,” she purred.
“Hell, yeah,” Darrell mumbled.
Positioning himself directly behind her, he grabbed his thick meat and sliced the head up and down her slit, testing her readiness for him. His breathing rough and heart beating swiftly, Darrell closed his eyes for a moment. His jaw flexed and jumped as he felt the last bit of his control leaving him.
“You sure you ready for me, because…”
“I’m ready, baby. You can feel how much, can’t you?” Jerra panted, interrupting him before he could finish. She was just as anxious as he was and couldn’t wait any longer. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she sent him a sultry stare that almost sent him over the edge.
Darrell swallowed convulsively, wondering if she knew what it did to him when she looked at him like that. She was so damn sexy. Hair hanging wild and unruly, lips parted and swollen from his arduous kisses, her gaze dark, silently pleading for him to take it any way he wanted…
Deliberately breaking the hypnotizing eye contact, he ran a finger lightly along the curve of her back as she lowered her head to the pillow. This was one of his favorite positions. The picture she made, stomach grazing the mattress, her round ass positioned invitingly up in the air, was arousing as fuck to him. He never got enough of this. Enough of her. She was his weakness. The fact that she felt the same way was both soothing to him as a lover and empowering to his male ego.
“Jerra…” Grasping her hips, he tried his best to ease into her, but after a few shallow thrusts, he lost the battle and embedded himself inside her liquid fire.
Jerra shrieked his name, her fingers curling into the sheets, crying out in a combination of painful pleasure and blinding ecstasy. When she lifted her chest from the bed, he grunted hoarsely, immediately sending her back into the desired position. Whispering his approval, Darrell filled her with his swollen length, slowing down and opening her tight pussy until she easily accepted him.
“I want more,” she moaned.
His hands came up and closed over her shoulders, pulling her back to meet his long, deep strokes. “This what you want, baby?” he asked through clenched teeth when Jerra’s body trembled and enclosed him all the way to the root.
Keeping one hand on her shoulder, he tangled the other in her hair, wrapping the thick strands around his fingers, never breaking his rhythm. “You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”
Jerra made an effort to concentrate on his words, but having reached a level where she could barely think straight, yet alone form a coherent answer, she gave him a quick, jerky nod.
“I want you to take this dick, baby.” Darrell bit down hard on his lip when her inner muscles snapped closed. “Shit. Uh-uh, put your head down…just like dat,” he whispered when Jerra obediently did as she was told and arched her back.
“So. Fuckin’. Sexy.” Darrell punctuated each word hard thrusts of his pelvis.
Her body’s answering response was just as eager, her hips slamming back to meet his strokes. “Right there, baby, right there, right there. Don’t stop,” she moaned, face contorted with pleasure when he hit her spot. “I’m…I’m g-getting ready to c-cum!”
Feeling the explosion churning from the inside out, Jerra’s teeth bit fiercely into the pillow to mute her high-pitched screams. Her entire body shuddered as her slick, sugary walls convulsed uncontrollably. Her pussy rippled around his dick like rolling waves on the surface of turbulent water.
Darrell’s heart raced increased. He was at the point of no return as her orgasm triggered his own. Jerra’s name tore from his throat in a deep, feral growl as he reached his own fiery completion. Harsh groans of unadulterated masculine satisfaction filled the room. His hips jerked spasmodically, frantic and straining to get closer as he ejaculated in a series of rapid-fire contractions, spilling his seed and whispering her name.
Jerra slowly sank down to her stomach. Still buried inside her, Darrell followed, his pelvic involuntarily thrusting as he grunted in pleasure. Finally, the tension in his muscles faded. He rested on top of her briefly, weak thoroughly fulfilled. Moving her damp hair to the side, he softly nuzzled her neck before rolling to his side so that her back rested against his chest. The two of them forced agonizing gasps of precious air down their lungs until their breathing eventually returned to normal.
“Damn,” he mumbled against her skin, his voice drowsy and relaxed.
Jerra laughed and snuggled closer. “I’m going to be sore for a week.”
Darrell’s hand caressed the length of her thigh and peered around to look at her face. “I didn’t hear you complaining. You know if you’d told me I was too rough I would’ve stopped in an instant.”
Jerra yawned and closed her eyes. “You know I love it when you take me like that. You just want to hear me say it.”
He bit down on her ear, chuckling when a tremor vibrated through her body. “Then say it.”
“I loved it,” she whispered.
Darrell’s arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer. “Tell me you love me, J. It’s been too long since I heard you say it.”
Darrell held his breath and waited. Long minutes passed. Darrell thought she had fallen asleep until he heard her whisper, “I love you.”
Darrell smiled against her hair. Eventually Jerra’s breathing deepened as sleep beckoned. Darrel
l felt fatigue grab hold of him as well. Pushing everything else out of his mind, he gratefully claimed the peace that had consistently escaped him since the last time he’d held his wife in his arms.
CHAPTER 37
Darrell rolled over in the bed and reached out for Jerra. His eyes opened slowly when his arms came up with empty air. Stretching, he yawned and rubbed his eyes. Raising himself up on one elbow, he looked around the room and saw that Jerra was indeed gone. The frown he wore deepened when he glanced towards the window and saw that it was still dark outside.
Sighing heavily, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and just sat there for a moment. Arousal stirred in his loins as he thought about the previous night. He would almost venture to say it was one of the best nights of his life.
Darrell laughed to himself as he stood up and went to the bathroom. Hell, he said that every time he and Jerra made love. The sex was just that damn good.
After he relieved himself and flushed the commode, he walked back into the bedroom. Looking at the clock on his nightstand, he saw that it was a little bit after 4 a.m. Damn. What time had she left? And why hadn’t she awakened him first? Darrell couldn’t believe he hadn’t heard her. Massaging the back of his neck, he picked his sweatpants up off the floor and pulled his cell phone out and dialed her number.
Jerra answered on the first ring. “Good morning.”
Darrell grimaced as he glanced towards the window again. “I wouldn’t quite classify this as morning, but yeah…g’morning.”
Jerra laughed softly. “You are such a grouch when you wake up.”
“I’m a grouch when I wake up and don’t find you beside me where I left you. Why didn’t you let me know you were leavin’?”
“You were sleeping so good, I didn’t want to wake you yet.”
Darrell scowled. “What do you mean, ‘yet’?”
“Yet. As in I’m not gone ‘yet’.”
Darrell’s brows shot up in surprise. “Where are you then?”
“Come into the living room and find out.”
He glanced up and looked at the closed bedroom door as if he could see through the heavy wood. “You still here?”
