Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility)

by Love Belvin

  She looked at my empty plate, “Belly full? That’s how I need you.” We both laughed. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “And I, you. Me first. Let’s go.” I grabbed my glass and her hand as I lead her out into the living room, guiding her to the couch. “Have a seat here. I’ll be right back.”

  I went into my office and grabbed the shopping bags that I bought back. When I returned to the living area, I found her sitting relaxed and sipping on her wine. As soon as her eyes met the bags she gasped.

  “What is all of this?” she whispered.

  “You were thought of while I was away.” Again, I found myself a little uneasy because she always has trouble accepting things from me.

  “Are you going to open them?” I tried helping her with protocol.

  With a stoic expression, she paused for a second before placing her drink on the center table and slowly approached the Hermes bag first, much to my dismay. I didn’t want her to become overwhelmed right away. Inside was a Birkin Bleu De Prusse Togo bag, a scarf, and dog leash. In the next bag was a Fendi clutch with matching stilettos. She never closed her mouth and my anxiety peaked. She went into the third bag to find a black, 554 classic, quilted Chanel bag and an embroidered Chanel blazer. There were more shoes. Some by Alexander McQueen, Christian Louboutin, and Jean-Michael Cazabat—six in all. I watched cautiously as she opened each bag.

  She sat back up on the sofa and looked up at me with a forced smile. I could take that.

  “Mr. Jacobs, this is all…extraordinary, I’m sure you know. And…” she exhaled, “…and I appreciate it.” She said before bursting out in laughter. I had to follow her.

  “That seem quite contrived, Ms. Brimm.” I tried containing my laughter.

  “You know this is all new to me…the gifts…having someone think of me in my absence. But I’m taking it all in.” She hit me with a smile. This one was authentic…confident even.

  “Well, you’re very welcome. And I hope your graciousness extends itself to what I’m about to say,” I give my disclaimer as she gazed at me pensively.

  “I took the liberty of selecting a few pieces of…apparel for you. I couldn’t bring them all back so I’m having them shipped to your place. They should arrive early next week.” Her expression changed and I could tell she was struggling with something internally. “What is it?” I sighed with my brows narrowed.

  Suddenly, a nervous smile stretches across her heavenly face.

  “You’ve just reminded me that I have a surprise for you. Though I’m feeling a little outdone with all of this.” She gestures to all of the empty bags, their contents, and discarded tissue paper.

  Okay.

  “Okay. Don’t keep me in suspense.” I sigh.

  She goes into the back and reappears momentarily carrying a rather large board of some sort, covered in decorated wrapping paper with an embellished red ribbon tied into a bow around it. She seemed to struggle with it.

  “Can I help you?” I offered, jumping to my feet.

  “No…no…no!” she hushed me away as she walked around to the opposite side of the center table from me and away from the bags. “Come, open it!” Her voice was laced with excitement. As I go to grab it in order to open it I can deduce that it’s a frame—a heavy one at that. But what kind of painting or portrait is it? Art?

  I began ripping the paper as she waited anxiously. Once I was done, I walked around to the front and saw that it was a poster size portrait of me watching Rayna perform for me at my birthday party. Wow! It really captured my amazement. I’m sure all of my expressions were priceless as hell that night. I let out a laugh.

  “Petey sent me the pictures electronically and I had a girl from dance class give it to her husband to enlarge it. Then I had it framed. I wanted to give it to you so that you’ll remember to never underestimate me,” she gleamed proudly. I remembered that line from our first date.

  I placed the portrait against the center table and took her into my arms. She smelled just how I remembered and was just as soft. I reached down and touched her lips with mine, but I didn’t kiss her. I just took her all in from up close. She looked confused and wanting at the same time. That’s how I wanted her.

  “So, where are we going to hang it?” I asked, breaking our reverie.

  “Huhn? Oh? I’ve been wondering where you’d choose.”

  “Hmmmmmmm…it may be indecorous of me to hang it in my office at the rec. Perhaps at Colbalt, but I’m hardly there now a days. I want to see it daily…so that I don’t underestimate you again,” I teased.

  She giggled and eventually narrowed her gaze upon me, “May I offer a suggestion?”

  “Please do.”

  She gestured to the portrait, “Pick it up and follow me.”

  I did as I was told. She led me to the master suite and over to the bed. I lay the frame against the footboard. She pointed to the wall over the headboard and murmured, “I was hoping we can put it there,’ shyly.

  “Oh, yeah?” I pondered.

  “This way we can look at it every night…” her voice trailed off.

  Did she just say we?

  She must have seen the bemusement on my face because she then took my hand, pulled me over to the walk-in closet and showed me that she had rearranged it to include her clothes. She began opening a few drawers to display her personal items.

  She then straightened and whispered, “If you’ll have me…?”

  I walked over to her, lifted her at the waist and she automatically straddled me. I tasted her lips and saw her eyes were heavy, drunken with deep desire and her mouth was ajar and inviting. I placed my hand underneath her shirt—my shirt—and felt her lace cheekies. Mmmmmmmm…my favorite.

  I carried her over to one of the center dresser cabinetries and rested her on there. Her ragged breathing told me she wanted me just as much as I want her. I pulled her collar back more to nibble her neck. She let out a moan that was hard to ignore. She reclined her body on the countertop inviting me to her breasts. I had no problem obliging her. As I deliciously find my way in her cleavage with my tongue, I unhooked her belt and tossed it aside. I then unbuttoned her shirt with ease. She couldn’t control her moans. I am totally aroused and in a trance. I guess it started with her vulnerability and willingness to give living together a try. But whatever it was it had me in a zone and I desperately wanted her.

  She gripped my neck and shoulders with her soft hands. I then pull her shirt open to finally release her bra. Her breasts look delightful. Once freed, I began licking them softly and massaging them thoroughly. It drove Rayna wild as she began thrusting her hips into my abdomen. I didn’t know how much longer she would last.

  Damn, I love Rayna’s body; it yields to me so liberally. I wanted to take my time. I haven’t had her in days. All I had to hang on to were mere memories. I tugged at her nipples one at a time, making sure they were nice and damp before I stretched them out. Her nipples were a beautiful length and supple.

  “Azmir,” she panted.

  I raised my head, “Yes, dear?” I teased.

  “Don’t hurt me,” she breathed.

  “Do I ever hurt you?”

  “No…” She tried to control her breathing unsuccessfully. “…when we do this thing together; don’t hurt me.” Rayna was fighting back tears. I could tell from her constant blinking as her glassy eyes stayed focused to the ceiling.

  I decided to show her how serious I was about this, about her as I continued gliding my tongue down her belly and descended into her sweet peach. She was so wet and ready that I had to pace myself. I licked every inch of it from labia to labia to top to bottom. I went inside of her swollen feminine cave and her body jerked. She held onto my shoulders as my tongue explored beneath her pussy, I tasted that passage, too. I felt her Louboutin’s on my upper back as she sang my name in so many octaves. When I returned to her clitoris she began thrusting my face.

  “Ooh, baby!” she squeaked.

  I grabbed her breasts, let my one thumb da
nce with her hardened nipple and inserted two fingers in her canal. Rayna made noises that I’ve never heard from her. I pulled her entire clit between my lips and over my tongue as far as it would go and sucked.

  “Divine! Divine! Oh…Divine!” she cried slowly as she lost her rhythm and began convulsing and shooting juices into my face. When her body calmed she began squirming, forcing me to release her from my sucking grip. Her orgasm had eclipsed.

  I gave her a minute to come down and before I knew it, she lunged up, grabbed me by the face, threw her tongue in my mouth and engulfed my shoulders. I wasn’t expecting this, but her eagerness pushed me over. Her tongue twirled and twirled in my mouth. She was communicating with me. She reached from behind to pull my shirt and T-shirt over my head. Suddenly, she stared me straight in the eyes with a look of pleasant desperation and hunger as she unbuckled my belt and pants. They fell to the floor and I quickly stepped out of them as she pushed down my boxers in search of my throbbing dick. She grabbed it, closed her eyes, and deeply exhaled as she stroked me. Her mouth was ajar as she appeared relieved and wanting at the same time.

  “Please, Azmir,” she softly appealed.

  “Please what, Brimm?”

  “Please put it inside me. I need to feel you now. Please,” she implored.

  I scooted her pelvic area toward mine forcing her to lean back. She slowly licked her lips turning me on like a motherfucker. Rayna was doing all the right things to affirm my masculinity. I stepped out of my boxers and opened her legs wide before entering her. She inhaled deeply at every inch I pushed inside her. She was pleasingly tight. I took my time to make room for myself. Midway in I pulled back and her eyes opened wide telling me to come back. And I did. This time it was smoother as her sweet juices covered me from tip to base. My stride was steady but gentle. Rayna opened her eyes and reached for her breasts. She began to rub them seductively. I saw she wanted more so I pulled out and rammed back into her. Her mouth swung open but no sounds came. I did it again. And then again. This time she belted out my name over and over like a fucking litany.

  Damn! I’d do anything for this woman! I was dangerously in over my head engrossed with her. I pulled her legs over my shoulder and began digging in, impaling her. She was so warm and ran so deep. I thrust deeply making sure I touched her back walls. I developed a pace as her walls squeezed all around me. Her breasts bounced lusciously all over the place.

  “Azmir, baby, I’m about to…” Rayna cried out before being shifted into orbit with another orgasm. There was something about watching her come. I felt ownership of not just her orgasm but her body. With that thought, the game was over. I was melting inside of her.

  In the shower I looked down at Rayna washing me.

  “You know I’m thoroughly enjoying this. You shouldn’t start what you can’t finish, Ms. Brimm,” I teased.

  We both laughed.

  I see her mauling over something internally and her smile slowly fading.

  “Will we lose the fiery bliss?” she asked with depths of earnestness in her eyes.

  “I don’t know. I should hope not.” I tried providing some type of answer.

  Her eyes widen and she exclaimed, “You don’t know? You were just in a long-term relationship! Surely you have some frame of reference.”

  I shook my head at the thought. “That relationship was far different from what we have. It was dissimilar to your traditional boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy and girl lives happily ever after,” I attempted to explain in hopes of it being satisfactory enough an answer to move this conversation to the next topic.

  “Oh…how?” Damn. Rayna never asked questions. I’d grown accustomed to that.

  I guessed it was only fair that we’d discuss my past with Tara, a little. I took a deep breath. Here we go.

  “Tara and I just sort of…happened. I’d grown close with her dad for years. He was the only family I knew. I mean…I’d been just about everything of a son to him short of living with him. He’s always championed my independence. I would visit his crib every now and then and would see her. I never paid her much attention because she was so much younger than me. As she grew, I noticed her staring more and wanting to be around when I came through or when her dad would come and check me out. She would smile and even wink, but I guess I never took her to be more than a cute little girl.”

  “She had to be attractive to you because you two did end up together,” Rayna said with a chortle.

  “Eventually I did start taking notice of her adolescent developments,” I admitted, giving us both a laugh.

  I continued, “On her eighteenth birthday she just popped up at one of my clubs with her girls and began talking grimy. I’ll admit I was turned on. I’d never spoken to or interfaced with her in the absence of her parents and she came aggressively. I was a young man sewing my oats, so to speak. She presented very adventurously and that attracted me to her. I was game. And that’s how it all began.” I’d hoped that gave some insight.

  “How did you internally resolve sleeping with your mentor’s daughter behind his back? I mean…he didn’t know she’d come to your club, I’m sure.”

  She’s really inquisitive tonight, huhn? I didn’t understand the sudden interest. Neither did I like the stroll down memory lane. I looked her square in the eye searching for a motive, but to no avail. She simply wanted to know.

  “I didn’t. So eventually I told him, man-to-man.”

  “Was he angry?” she asked.

  “No. I believe he suspected it.”

  She was making figure eights into my abdomen with the suds. Her beautiful chestnut irises were fixed on her project, but her mind was churning.

  “Why didn’t you two live together?” she asked softly.

  Where was all of this going? Okay. I’ll play along.

  “I didn’t want that.”

  “Did she?”

  “Very much.”

  “Were you in love with her?”

  Whoa!

  I had to take a minute to think about a smooth way to answer such a delicate question.

  “I loved her. But when I sat back to evaluate our situation some time last year, I realized that I cared for her in a familial sense—minus the incestuous nature.” I gave her a mirthful grin. “But I think our undoing was due to the fact that I evolved, as a man my age should. I needed substance and she wanted the facade of substance, but was too young to appreciate the true nature of it.”

  “How old is she?” Rayna asked now looking at me in the face again.

  “Twenty-eight,” I answered.

  “But I’m twenty-seven. Why would you look for something more substantial with a younger woman?” she asked with bemusement.

  I reached down and kissed her on the lips, “Because you are more. You were far more before I came along. And I can only wish that caring for you the way that I intend to will not give you the impression that I endeavor to reduce your more rather than be a part of your more. I just want you to let me take care of you, baby. Nothing more. Nothing less,” I said looking into her inquisitive eyes. “Now let’s go. I have a few calls to make before we have dessert.” I closed our shower pow-wow.

  “Oh, shoot! I forgot all about my pound cake! We never got around to dessert!” she announced lost in that thought.

  “Yeah, I hope you didn’t think I’d forgotten. It’s a favorite, so I’m looking forward to it and you resting with me in our bed.” I reached over her to turn off the water.

  “Azmir,” she called leaving out the eye contact.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “Have you ever been with her in your…I mean, our bed?” she asked timidly.

  I laughed and heartily at that as I shut the water off and proceeded out of the shower.

  “What’s so funny?” she demanded as she followed me out of the shower.

  I grabbed a towel and held it open for her. As she turned, I wrapped it around her and buried her in my arms, “Tara has never been here and neither has any other
woman. In fact, you were my only visitor. And now you’re a resident.” I kissed her softly on the forehead.

  “Wait. Only visitor?” Rayna asked still haunted by confusion. Admittedly, I could understand.

  “I told you I bought this place last year. But I didn’t mention I’d only moved in after meeting you.” I stopped drying myself off, suspended in thought. “That’s when I became inspired to begin making major changes in my life. All of the pieces had been there for months. But you were the final element.” I was surprised by my own revelation.

  She gave me a shy smile. That faded suddenly and was eclipsed by doubt. Rayna was always inside her own head. I made it my mission to get in there, too. I just had to be patient.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It just dawned on me that we haven’t discussed logistics. How will things get paid for? What am I responsible for?” Her eyes searched the floor as she chewed on her bottom lip in deep thought. Raising her gaze to me she continued, “I’ve never lived with a man before. What roles and tasks will we take on to maintain this place? It’s pretty big. I’m sure it takes lots of time to clean.” She looked flushed.

  “Hmmm… Well, I don’t have a mortgage so there’s no divvying up that expense.”

  “No? You don’t have a mortgage?” she whispered forcefully in stark shock as she stood frozen gripping her towel.

  I narrowed my eyes, not accustomed to talking money with anyone. I must remember she has no idea of my financial portfolio. I have to get used to this and work her in slowly but surely.

  “Rayna, I don’t believe I’ve ever carried a mortgage. I pay for homes in cash…unless my accountant advises otherwise.”

  She appeared overwhelmed, she hadn’t even dried off. I took her towel from around her and committed to drying her.

  “Okay, that settles the mortgage. As far as the utilities, my accountant has that worked out as well. I only see those types of bills when I request them from her to check and balance my books. That’s taken care of.” When I was done drying her, I grabbed her hand to walked over to the vanity. “As far as cleaning, I have a woman—sometimes two—come and clean daily. They’re taken care of as well. And you know Boyd is here five days a week. There are several weekend availabilities in his contract to be negotiated as needed. Since we’ve been dating I’ve been out with you most weekends so I haven’t requested additional time.”