by Alice Addy
There, Sophie stood; proud of the effect her near nudity had on her husband. She knew she looked sexy and she was glad for it. It was fun to watch Tony lust after her body and know he was craving to do all the naughty things they both enjoyed so much.
It was time to give Tony some relief. Grinning, she approached his prone body, crawled upon the mattress, and bent over him. He smelled so delightfully masculine. The scent of spice and the woodsy outdoors filled her nostrils. She tugged on his waistband, and slipped his trousers passed his slim hips. Tony was built like a V, broad at the shoulders and tapered perfectly to strong thighs and calves. Even his feet were impressive. He lay there, almost naked. His shirt was open, revealing his magnificent chest and ripped abs. His navel was extraordinary, Sophie mused. Only his black silk shorts stood between her and heaven. They had to go.
Tony gasped, as he heard the sound of very expensive silk, ripping at the hands of his eager wife, and he chuckled.
“Mmmm.” Sophie moaned. “What have I found here?” she teased. “It’s so large and firm. I think I’d like to taste it.” She pulled her curls back from her face, to give her husband an unobstructed view of her taking his cock into her mouth. Just as she had expected, it resulted in his loud groaning with pleasure.
“Mmmm, you like this, Tony?” she managed to ask, while running her tongue up one side and down the other.
He was speechless, as he knotted his fingers in her incredible hair. The feel of her warm mouth, engulfing his manhood, was indescribable. Who taught her to use her tongue that way, he wondered? He needed to send the man a Thank You card.
Sophie put her little butt up in the air, just out of Tony’s reach, and continued to pay her respects to his cock. She could sense he was about to explode and it gave her a thrill. There was a lot to be said for being in charge.
Suddenly, Sophie felt herself flipping through the air. Tony had had enough. He couldn’t keep still, while watching his wife suck him like a Hoover. He wanted to bury himself so deep in her that she cried out his name in ecstasy. Holding her hands above her head, he lowered his mouth to her breast and returned the favor, sucking on her ripe, pink nipple.
“Oh, Tony. It feels so good. Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
As he touched his fingers to her most private place, he was delighted to discover how wet she was. Sophie was turned on and ready to be filled by him. Within a moment, Tony slipped into her slick folds, and rejoiced in her loud gasp. She was tight and it felt amazing.
He stroked her, hard and fast. Up and down, in and out, until she exploded into a thousand pieces. Again and again, she cried out his name, as her beautiful body shook with its release.
At last, Tony gave himself permission to follow his wife in ecstasy. With another hard thrust, he felt his body stiffen, as his orgasm filled her up. Never had making love to a woman been as perfect as joining with his wife. He’d known many beautiful and wonderful women, over the years, but no one exactly like Sophie.
As Sophie slept, Tony lay awake, starring off into the darkness. It was more important than ever that he find a cure. He needed to be completely mortal for his Sophie and their baby. Perhaps he would resume his research. The caves in New Mexico held promise. Yes, in the morning, he would try to contact Grant, and assuming all was okay with him, he’d make a few calls to New Mexico.
* * *
It was good to hear Grant’s voice. Tony was still reeling from the battle they’d fought with an old acquaintance, in Romania. It had been bloody, but the Hunter prevailed. Tony had tried to coax Grant into flying home with him, but the Hunter said he wasn’t finished.
Grant was on the trail of something big, and by the sound of it, extremely dangerous. A trusted and very powerful ally had betrayed them all. He needed to remain in Romania for a few more weeks and follow up on several new leads. It was imperative that he identify other immortals that may have chosen to follow the “old man”.
“I’m glad you and Sophie are getting along so well,” Grant snickered. “I always knew you two would be just perfect together. You deserve each other,” he laughed.
Tony laughed with him. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, coming from you. You thought I was too serious and morose, and you thought of Sophie as a total ditz. But I guess all’s well that ends well.”
Grant was silent for a few seconds. “Tony, I’ve discovered something, here, and it may upset you. As soon as I get the situation under control, I’ll explain it all to you and let you decide what you want to do. It could make you very, very happy, but it’s too soon to speak of it, now. Just be assured, I’ll do everything, in my power, to bring this to a positive conclusion. For now, you take care of Sophie and yourself.”
“That’s cryptic. I’ll be wondering what you’re up to, while I’m in bed, making love to my amazing wife,” he joked.
“Sure you will,” answered his friend.
Seriously, Grant, I want to let you know I’m taking off for Placitas. We’ll be staying for a couple of weeks. You can reach me on my cell or at the Holiday Inn.”
“Holiday Inn? Are you sure you can afford it?” Grant teased. “Seriously, bro. When are you going to give up on finding a cure? There’s nothing out there that can change your fate. And why would you want to, anyway? Mortality is seriously overrated. You’d get sick, grow old, and die. Where’s the fun in that? Seriously, enjoy your life with your pretty little wife. Have a couple of equally pretty babies, and relax for the next twenty years. It’s a fool’s errand you’re on, Tony.”
Tony knew that Grant meant well, but he just didn’t understand his need to be like everyone else. If he had to face an eternity without his wife and children, then he just wouldn’t face it at all. There had to be a way out and he was committed to find it.
“I’ll never quit looking, Grant. Wish me luck. The healing waters of New Mexico are my last resort. I’ll let you know how everything turns out.
“Yeah. Well, I’ve got a few loose ends to tie up, so I’ll see you in a month or so. You know how to reach me. Take care, Tony. Kiss Sophie for me.”
“Glady.” As an afterthought, Tony chuckled. “Beware of helping gypsies, Grant. They can be trouble.”
Both men laughed and said, simultaneously, “Keep safe.”
The line went dead and Tony turned toward his wife, sitting at the table. “Start packing, sweetness. You and I are taking a road trip to New Mexico. Have you ever been to the desert?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Driving across country with Sophie was proving to be quite an experience. She wanted to see everything. She’d never seen the Liberty Bell, nor had she tasted a genuine Philly Cheese steak sandwich.
“You’ve got to be kidding. Haven’t you ever been out of New York?” Tony asked, disbelievingly. “Everyone’s had a Philly steak. Look, we have an extra day or two, how about we take a slight detour and grab a sandwich from Geno’s?”
“Geno’s?” Sophie repeated. “Does he fix good steak sandwiches?”
Tony laughed. “The best! That is, if you’re not asking a fan of Pat’s. People have known to come to blows over which steak is the best. Then we’ll see the bell, and maybe I’ll even show you the statue of Rocky.”
Sophie’s eyes grew huge. “Rocky Balboa?” She couldn’t believe it. It was one of her all time favorite movies. She loved him. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she exclaimed. “This trip is going to be awesome! I’m glad you thought of it, darling.”
“Anything for you, kid. Stick with me and I’ll show you the world.” Tony felt pretty good about himself, at that precise moment.
“Really? Anything?”
Tony noticed Sophie had an unusual twinkle in her eye, and it made him a little nervous. He swallowed, before he nodded. “Anything,” he said, quietly.
“Good!” she practically shouted. “Take me to Metropolis.”
“Where?” Was he in a bad television series?
“I want to see Metropolis, Illinois, and the statue of the real Superman.”
Tony broke out in such a fit of laughter that he had to concentrate on the wheel. He could barely see the road from his tears. “Oh, Sophie,” he said, after catching his breath. “You do know that Superman is a comic book hero. There is no Metropolis.”
“Oh yes there is, Mr. Know-it-All. It’s in Illinois. I saw an article in the newspaper, when I was thirteen. There’s a statue and a museum, and everything. So, can we go? You promised,” she whined.
Tony glanced at his wide-eye wife sitting so comfortably beside him. Her beauty still took his breath away. He thought, at that moment, he was the luckiest man on earth, and he knew he’d do anything she asked.
“Sure, sweetie. Why not? Got any other points of interest you have to see?” Tony had asked, but he didn’t expect her to respond in the affirmative. He couldn’t believe what he heard.
“Popeye! In Chester. I want to see the birthplace of Popeye. Then there’s Mastodon State Park. They have the bones of a real, live Mastodon.”
“A real live one, eh?” Tony muttered.
“Yes. You know what a Mastodon is, don’t you, Tony? It’s a very big, hairy elephant. They’re extinct now, because it was too expensive to feed them, I think.”
“What?” he turned to stare at Sophie. Was she serious?
“Then I just have to see Elephant Rock.”
“More Mastodons?” Tony groaned.
“No, you silly. These are elephants that turned into rocks, or something. Just imagine…huge, rock elephants. We’ve just got to see them.”
“Sophie, when I said we could take a few side trips, I didn’t exactly mean we’d see every giant ball of twine between New York and New Mexico.”
“Ball of twine? I didn’t say anything about wanting to see that. Yuck. That sounds stupid.” She rolled her eyes.
“But you want to see a rock elephant and the real Popeye?”
“Yes. Exactly. And that’s just in Missouri. I did a paper in school once, on the entire Midwest. There’s tons of things to see.”
“Sophie, I do need to get to New Mexico at some point. You’ll have to pick the most important sites. We don’t have forever.”
Silence filled the car, while Sophie sat in quiet contemplation. Tony could sense her mind working on her dilemma. “Well? Don’t you have anything to say?” Tony finally asked.
“I do. What’s your hurry? You never slow down and take your time. It’s not like you’re going to grow old and die, anytime soon. If I can take the time, so can you. Now, feed me. The baby and I are famished.” She turned her head to look out at the scenery rushing by.
Tony smiled. She understood things he did not. Maybe he really was the silly one. “You’ve got a point, sweetheart. We’ll see everything, no matter how long it takes. If it’s good with you and the baby, then what do I have to complain about?”
“Exactly,” she said happily. “Oh, look over there.” She pointed across the highway to a huge, pink, concrete pig. “It’s barbeque! Stop!” she squealed.
“But it’s only 9:45 in the morning, precious. How can you even think of eating that stuff?” Tony grimaced at the mere thought of greasy pork and sauce, oozing over a soggy bun. “Besides, they aren’t going to be open.” He hoped.
“Twenty-four hours! It’s printed on the sign. Hurry, Tony.” Sophie was sitting on the edge of her seat. What was he to do?
After traveling three miles, looking for a turnaround, and risking life and limb to cross four lanes of traffic, Tony managed to pull into the rutted parking lot, safely. Shaking his head in dismay, he grumbled, “This had better be worth it.”
He got out and walked over to his wife’s side of the car. Upon reaching her car door, he noticed she had become quieter. In fact, she didn’t look well. “Sophie? Sweetheart, are you okay? You don’t look like you feel well.”
Tony opened the car door just in time for Sophie to turn her head and hurl all over his trousers. “For God’s sake, Sophie!” he shouted. No sooner had he felt the hot wetness upon his leg, than his own stomach recoiled and he had to run to the rear of the car. Within moments, both husband and wife were bent over in the parking lot, making quite a scene.
It didn’t take the proprietor long to come rushing out, shouting at them to leave, immediately. He didn’t care that poor Sophie was having her first bout with morning sickness, or that Tony was throwing up his socks. “It ain’t good for business,” he kept yelling. “As it is, I’ll have to spend an hour just cleanin’ up the stench. If’n you’re gonna puke some more…do it elsewhere. I got a business to run here. Now, git!”
Tony wiped his mouth on his sleeve and waved, weakly, at the fat man. After getting a good look at the proprietor, he was glad he and Sophie would not be eating off the Pork Belly BBQ menu. They’d probably end up with ptomaine.
“Yeah, yeah,” he groaned. “We’re leaving.”
He remembered seeing an Amoco station just down the road. They would be able to clean up, there. Tony climbed into the Porsche, and started for the highway. Just as he reached the entrance to the parking lot, a station wagon pulled in, carrying a family with a load of kids. Feeling ornery and wanting to get even with the unsympathetic owner, he lowered his window.
“You might want to think twice about going in there. The wife and I got really sick.” Sophie looked awful.
The driver glanced at the fat man in the parking lot, hosing something down. By the disgusted look on the man’s face, it must have been something nasty. His wife placed her hand on his arm and shook her head.
“Thanks, mister. Wouldn’t want to get the wife and kids sick. We’re goin’ to Branson and don’t have time for that. Thanks again.” He turned the car around and followed the shiny black Porsche back to the highway.
The fat man looked up. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he cursed.
Color slowly returned to Sophie’s face. “Branson?” she asked, hopefully.
“No way in hell, sweetie,” Tony replied. “Look at us. We’re finding a clean hotel, take a hot bath and relax. You’re pregnant and I’m exhausted. We’ll hit the road again, tomorrow.”
“Will I still get to see the Liberty Bell and eat the steak sandwiches?” she asked.
Tony chuckled. “Yes, darling. We’ll do it all. But next time, we’ll remember you’re pregnant and we’ll keep the food reasonable. I’ll get you something to take with you, for the…the…you know. If you feel sick, you can aim for it, instead of my trousers.”
”I’m truly sorry, Tony. I’ve never had a smidgen of morning sickness. It must be the car ride. I hope I won’t be sick everyday.”
“Me, too.”
* * *
Needless to say, none of the famous sights lived up to Sophie’s expectations. Her tummy hadn’t tolerated the long awaited Philly steak sandwich and the Rocky Balboa statue was anti-climatic. Metropolis turned out to be a snoozy little hamlet. It didn’t look at all like what she had dreamed. Where were the skyscrapers? The Daily Planet? The Superman statue was all right, but she got the distinct impression that the townsfolk thought of him as a cartoon character; not the protector of truth, justice and the American way. Popeye was cool, but the Mastodon was just bones. She thought they’d have at least one in a cage for her to look at.
The biggest disappointment, for Sophie, was the Elephant Rocks. Tony was amazed at their size and texture. It was a natural wonder, he thought, and he was glad they hadn’t missed it. He took some great photos.
Sophie, however, was totally bewildered. She couldn’t see one elephant in the bunch.
“But I thought they were all elephants, or at least, they resembled elephants.” These are just big, smooth, boulders.” Her bottom lip stuck out as she pouted all the way back to the car.
Tony couldn’t believe her. “You’re how old?”
Sophie shrugged him off and refused to answer his taunt.
“Sophie, these are magnificent. The size, the smoothness, and the unusual round shapes are quite impressive. I am finally impressed by one of your ‘must se
e’ destinations.” He stopped and turned around toward the massive stones. Waving his arms about, he shouted, “Just look at these. Imagine the power of nature that created them.”
HONK! HONK!
“What?” Tony jumped back, startled at the impatient honking. There, in the front seat, sat a very bored, Sophie.
“What am I going to do with you?” he snarled, as he started the engine. “This may be the longest car trip in history.”
Sophie yawned. “I’m sorry, Tony. Don’t get mad. I like the rocks. Really, I do, but I’m just so sleepy.” Then Sophie broke out in tears. She sobbed for no apparent reason.
“Sophie, sweetie. What did I do? Was it something I said? I’ve loved all your sites. I’m just older than you …”
“By a bunch,” she retorted.
“What?” he asked. “Never mind. We’re bound to have different interests. I’ll try to be more patient. Since you’ve become pregnant, you’re a lot more sensitive and touchy.”
“Well, that’s a hateful thing to say, Tony. I don’t feel well and you say I’m touchy and unreasonable.”
“I did not say you were unreasonable. But now that you mention it …”
“Oh, Tony. You don’t love me anymore,” she bawled.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” he shouted, as he banged his forehead against the padded steering wheel. The pain it inflicted made him feel better, even while acknowledging he would have to sweet talk Sophie back to a calmer state of mind.
“Sweetheart…darling…my precious. I love you more than anything in this entire world. You know that. I’m simply not that good with words. It’s hard to express myself. I’m just a man. Can’t you cut me some slack, sugar?” He turned his dark eyes toward his wife, silently pleading for mercy.
Sophie had an unusual way of looking at things; that was true. But she also, was not stupid. She looked directly at Tony. “Humpf,” she snorted. “What a line. Did you think that would really work? Did you expect me to melt into a puddle of goo when you turned those big, sad puppy dog eyes on me? You’re absolutely clueless when it comes to women, especially pregnant ones. I’ll try harder to keep my hormones in check. You try not to be so much of a man.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and within a minute, she was fast asleep.
