“You make sure you save room for dessert,” she said. “I made something special just for tonight.”
“Bring it on.”
Gisella disappeared into the kitchen and then returned with the cake. Lifting the glass lid, she presented the intricate design of flowers and ribbons. “Paraît bon?”
“Looks beautiful.” Charlie patted his stomach. “I’m going to have to double up my time in the gym being with you.”
“There’s other ways of working off extra calories,” she said teasingly.
Charlie caught her meaning. “Is that right?”
She shrugged and then sliced him a piece of cake.
“Now what do we call this?” he asked accepting his dessert.
“It’s a special recipe from my grandmère. It’s called Amour Chocolat.”
“‘Love chocolate’?”
“More like ‘chocolate love’.”
Charlie’s brows sprang up. “Sounds erotic.”
“It is. Wait until you taste it.”
“All right.” Charlie dug in and his face immediately collapsed with pleasure. “Oh, this is gooooood,” he moaned, and then stuffed another piece into his mouth. When he cleaned his plate, he turned to her. “I mean it. You have to marry me. Say you’ll marry me.”
“Stop it before I think you’re being serious.”
“I am serious.”
It was hard to tell whether he meant it or whether it was the food talking. However, Gisella started to panic when he then sliced himself another piece of cake…a larger piece.
Was it possible to have too much? Could a person overdose on passion?
“Are you not going to have some?” he asked.
Gisella blinked out of stupor and sliced herself a thin piece. But one bite also had her moaning and shoveling it in.
“Wow.” Charlie pulled on his collar. “Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?”
“It is a little warm.” She checked the thermostat, but it read a cool seventy-four degrees.
“Everything looks normal,” she said, returning to the living room. Gisella arms started tingling and then the sensation raced across her body. Suddenly she was very aware of her lacy bra brushing against her nipples as she walked.
Charlie watched her intently as she came back into the living room. She still had the sexiest walk he’d ever seen.
Those legs.
That butt.
Those hips.
Those breasts.
That face.
Charlie shifted in his chair, trying to give his erection a little more room. “That dress…you sure look good.” He licked his lips.
Gisella watched the intriguing path of his tongue and stared fascinated at how it left his lips glistening beneath the candlelight. “Oh, goodness.”
Charlie smiled and suggested, “Maybe we should go watch that movie now.” The glint in his eyes said that the movie was the last thing on his mind.
“All right,” she said, feverishly.
Charlie stood and carried their two wineglasses.
In the living room, Gisella turned on the ceiling fan, hoping the breeze would cool her down. She walked over to the DVD player, fumbled with the buttons before she realized she didn’t have the movie. “Whew. Where’s my head?” She turned around but bumped straight into Charlie’s hard chest.
That was all it took to ignite the fire.
Chapter 19
Gisella and Charlie came together in a flurry of movements. He yanked her dress down from her shoulders, and she pulled his shirt over his head before attacking his belt and pants. They were hot and ravenous for each other’s taste.
Charlie leaned her back and stooped his head low and tore at her lacy bra with his teeth. She whimpered when he managed to suck her enlarged and erect nipple into his mouth.
Together they crumpled to the floor.
Charlie’s mouth roamed from breast to breast while his hands explored the rest of her. Every move and stroke inflamed her passion and made her greedy for more.
This was what she wanted. This was what she needed.
Charlie didn’t know what was happening to him, but he sure as hell was going to enjoy it. As his lips brushed and his fingers touched, he could feel himself fall deeper and deeper into an abyss. Nothing pleased him more to see that her beautiful nipples were, indeed, the color of brown sugar and tasted just as sweet.
“Oh, Gisella.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “What are you doing to me?”
“Th-the cake.”
He was sure he misunderstood her and continued to travel down her body until he was dragging off her panties with his teeth. Once he’d cleared them from her ankles, he tossed them across the room where he was sure they had landed over a lampshade.
As he climbed back up her body, he had a breathtaking view of the small spring of curls between her legs. He glided upward, raining tiny kisses along the way. When he reached her center, the scent of strawberries overwhelmed him and caused his mouth to water.
“Open up for me, baby,” he instructed hoarsely.
Slowly, her knees lowered and pointed in opposite directions. Charlie’s erection threatened to punch a hole through the floor when he took two fingers and spread her brown lips to see her luscious cherry pulsing like a heartbeat.
Like a moth to a flame, Charlie dove in, lips first, and sapped her glistening juices.
“Ooh, Ch-Charlie.”
Gisella’s head rocked from side to side while every limb quivered and writhed. Where it was hot before, the room now encroached on being sweltering. Her body forgot how to breathe. When his tongue made lazy circles, she would pant, but when his tongue would dip in deep, she would hold her breath until she was ready to pass out from the pleasure or simply from lack of oxygen.
To add to the merciless torture, Charlie eased in one finger and then two while his tongue just focused on polishing her clit. His fingers began to stroke, and Gisella lost all ability to think.
She could only feel.
“Damn, baby. You taste so good,” Charlie praised and went back to his real dessert.
Her hands roamed over his head and then her fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Then with little warning, her body exploded. At least that was what it felt like. Surely, she had shattered into a million pieces.
Charlie left her lying on the floor, her body quivering from aftershocks to search for his pants. “Please let there be a condom in here. Please,” he begged.
God answered his prayers.
He ripped open the packet and sheathed his large erection before crawling back toward her like a prowling panther.
Awakening from her daze, Gisella pulled herself up from the floor and with a strong urge to prove that she could give as well as she could take. In the end her strong panther gave little resistance when she directed him to “lie back.”
Charlie’s hazel green eyes lit with undeniable lust while his lips curled into a grateful smile. What a woman, he thought when she climbed on top.
“I hope you forgive me in the morning,” she said.
Again, Charlie didn’t understand her meaning. Whatever it was, he was more than happy to talk to her about it…in the morning.
Gisella eased down, inch by glorious inch. Charlie sucked in his breath, thinking her inner muscles were going to milk the life out of him before they really got started. When she had at last taken in every inch of him, she nearly caused his eyes to roll out the back of his head when her hips rolled in perfect circles.
“Oh, baby.”
“You like that?” she purred.
Like it? He loved it. He tried to speak again, but found the job nearly impossible.
The circles were replaced with a gentle back-and-forth action. Then she set a nice rhythm where she combined the two. Words tumbled out of Charlie’s mouth, but he doubted that they made much sense. He just didn’t want her to stop.
Charlie’s hands glided over her hips and then climbed up to cup and squeeze her full breasts. Her nipples w
ere hard as marbles pressing against his palms. Even that turned him on.
To up the ante, Gisella started to bounce. Charlie’s hands fell away to grip her hips again. Soon the sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room. Wanting to double her pleasure, Charlie’s hands continued to roam until they slid in between their moving bodies.
Her rhythm faltered when the pads of his fingers rubbed against her clit. And just like that, he was back in control.
Stars danced behind Gisella’s closed eyelids. The sound of her rushing blood roared in her ears.
“You coming, baby?” he asked softly.
She couldn’t speak as he rolled her onto her back. He hiked her legs over his shoulders and braced his weight on his folded knees.
“Hmm? You coming?”
Awkwardly, she nodded.
“Wait for me,” he instructed. “I’m going to come with you.” He folded over and took one of her bouncing nipples into his mouth.
Charlie’s lips roamed over one luscious curve after another as he tried to sink deeper into the nectar of this sweet honeycomb. Yet, no matter how long or hard he stroked, he couldn’t seem to reach his destination. Sure, she matched his rhythm and at times accelerated past him, but he would always catch up.
He wanted…no, he needed more from her.
He shook the bizarre thought from his head and then lost himself in the low melodious moans spilling from her lips. Even her voice was an aphrodisiac, he realized as sweat beaded his forehead, and his hands kneaded her soft, round breasts.
Harder.
Faster.
Her muscles tightened into a smooth sheath and Charlie’s breath hitched in anticipation. Ecstasy was just a few strokes away. He could feel it.
“You ready, baby?”
In answer, she cried out his name.
In the next heartbeat, a white light flash behind his eyes and his body exploded as he growled against her shoulder. A calm and something undeniable filled his heart.
“Gisella,” he whispered, closing his eyes and gathering her close. “I love you, baby.”
Chapter 20
“You drugged me?” Charlie asked, chuckling.
Gisella glanced down where Charlie lay between her breasts. “Not exactly,” she hedged. “It was more like a…stimulant.”
“Oh, really?” His eyes twinkled.
“No different than if I’d served you a plate of oysters.”
“I don’t know what kind of oysters you eat over in France, but that cake could put Viagra out of business.” He laughed while lazily rolling her puckered nipples between the pads of his fingers.
Gisella smiled as her eyes fluttered closed so she could enjoy the wondrous sensations her man stirred within her. They had made love for most of the night. Both were surprised and pleased by each other’s stamina and, judging by what she was feeling rising against her leg, they were far from being done.
“Are you upset?”
“What, for seducing me?” He laughed. “Oh, yeah, I’m real mad about that.” He climbed her body and pinned her hands above her head. “I better hold you here so you’re not tempted to lure more unsuspecting men here with that dangerous chocolate.” Charlie’s eyes lit up. “You wouldn’t happen to have a pair of handcuffs lying around, would you? That could be fun.”
Giggling, Gisella tried to buck him off of her. “Well, I had to do something. I was getting tired of taking cold showers.”
“Aww. Do I make you horny, baby?” Charlie asked in his best Austin Powers impression.
She tried to reach a pillow so she could hit him with it, but only succeeded in rocking against him even more. She finally went still when she felt the head of his morning erection against the apex of her sex.
He snickered. “So you do know how to behave. Good to know.” He slid his cock back and forth along the top of her clit.
Gisella’s eyes glazed with desire.
“You want to know why I resisted making love to you before last night?” he asked.
Their gazes locked.
“Because from the moment I saw you, I knew that you were special, and I wanted to treat you as such. I didn’t want just one thing from you. I wanted everything.”
A tide of emotion swelled within Gisella. “I want everything, too.” Tears trickled from the corner of her eyes.
Charlie smiled. “I meant what I said last night.”
She blinked up.
“I love you.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers. “I’ve never said that to any other woman.”
Gisella’s vision blurred as her tears became a flood. “I love you, too.”
“Does that mean you’ll marry me?”
She nodded vigorously, not having to think twice on her answer.
Charlie’s smile stretched as he finally dipped his hips and entered her in one smooth stroke.
Gisella gasped and then wrapped her long limbs around his waist. At the feel of his deep, long and steady strokes, she thrashed her head among the pillows. She didn’t know how much more she could take, but there was one thing she knew for sure—heaven indeed existed on earth.
He released her hands, and she quickly glided them around his broad shoulders and then dug her short nails into moist skin. While their bodies rocked, their mouths locked and sealed their souls together.
This wasn’t sex.
This was making love.
They wanted this moment in time to last forever, but as their bodies’ friction drove them to higher planes, a familiar and powerful sensation tried to rob them of breath.
Feverish, she couldn’t understand the words tumbling from his lips. But seconds before her orgasm detonated, Charlie’s words were clear.
“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.”
With those words ringing in her ears, Gisella came.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Nicole said, leading the march behind Anna as she entered her apartment. “You need to nip this whole Charlie Masters thing in the bud.”
Anna shook her head. “Believe me. I’m going to have a loooong talk with her.”
Nicole sucked her teeth. “I tried that, but Ms. Thang told me how grown she was and that she made her own decisions. I told you Charlie was going to be on her like white on rice. Now didn’t I?”
“Sho did,” Emmadonna co-signed.
“Well, she is a consenting adult,” Jade added in her pip-squeak voice.
The three women stopped in the apartment’s entryway, turned and looked at Jade as if her middle name was Judas.
“What? I’m just stating a fact.”
Emmadonna settled her hands on her thick hips. “Charlie is a dog. That’s a fact, too.”
“Amen,” Anna and Nicole praised.
“Just like it’s a fact Em lied when she said she’d slept with him.”
“I never said that,” Emmadonna said.
“You did, too.”
“Ladies,” Nicole interrupted. “Focus.”
Anna turned around and nearly tripped over Sasha. “Hey, baby,” she cooed and then glanced up at the table. “What the hell? Is she starting a floral shop now, too?” she asked, noting the large vase of roses.
“Hmmph. We’re probably too late,” Nicole said. “He’s had her all to himself for a month. That’s more than enough time for him to have the girl whipped.”
“A month,” Anna said. “I’ve been calling her at least every other day, and she hadn’t said a word.”
“Like I said…” Nicole snapped an imaginary whip.
“Since when does Charlie date someone for a month?” Anna said. “He doesn’t do relationships. Remember?”
Jade shrugged. “Maybe it’s serious.”
Again, the three women stared at her.
“What?”
Anna rolled her eyes and walked away. She didn’t get far. The sight of dirty dishes and an open bottle of wine left on the dining room table snagged her attention. “What the hell?”
“Hmm. Look
s like someone had a hot date last night,” Nicole said.
Anna walked away from her rollaway luggage to check out the living room. Half-empty glasses of wine were left on the coffee table, but it was the lampshade that drew everyone’s eye.
“What the…is that what I think it is?” Emmadonna said.
“Interesting place to hang your panties,” Jade snickered.
Anna kicked a pair of male slacks on the floor and then bent to pick up the wallet that was hidden underneath.
“Any bets on who the mystery man is?” Nicole asked.
Anna hadn’t realized that she was holding her breath until she flipped open the leather wallet and stared at Charles Masters’s driver’s license. “I’m going to kill him.”
Charlie discovered that Gisella was ticklish. Not just a little, but extremely ticklish—and just about everywhere.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she begged while whacking him over the head with a pillow.
He had no intentions of stopping. He attacked under her arms, her sides and a few times on the soles of her feet. “Who’s the best?” he taunted. “Tell me who’s the best.”
“No!”
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Gisella’s bedroom door rattled on its hinges, instantly ending the lovers’ naked horseplay.
“Gisella, I need to talk to you!”
“Anna,” Gisella gasped.
“I guess that means she’s back home,” Charlie said.
“Hide! She can’t see you.”
“I know Charlie’s in there,” Anna said, letting them know she could hear them.
“Yeah, we know he’s in there,” Nicole chimed.
Gisella groaned.
“Strange echo,” Charlie said.
“It’s the Lonely Hearts girls,” Gisella muttered.
“Whoa. I don’t do groups.”
Grabbing a pillow, she whacked him on the head and watched him fall back in a dramatic death scene. “Will you stop playing? We gotta do something.”
“What? She knows I’m in here.” He shrugged and then folded one arm behind his head.
For not taking the situation serious, Gisella gave him one good shove and flipped him over the edge of the bed. He landed with a loud thud and then quickly popped his head up.
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