Simply Beautiful

by Unknown

  On his command her body exploded into a thousand little pieces as she cried out “Ahh—Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

  “Mine! Mine! Mine! You—are—mine—forever!” he shouted and released a load so explosive he feared the condom had come off inside of her. Even still, he kept pumping into her. She held him tight, flexing around him and milking him dry. He released her hips, collapsing on top of her.

  She held onto him her hands stroking his back up and down until his breathing became even.

  He pulled out of her slowly, grateful that the condom was still in place and appeared to be intact. At her questioning look he said, “I came so hard, babe, I was afraid it had come off inside of you. Don’t move. Let me go dispose of the condom before we have a mess on our hands.

  Don’t move? she thought. As if she could. Alisha had come so many times tonight that she had lost count. Tristan had worked her body good. She knew she would be sore in places she hadn’t used in years. But oh boy! It was a good sore. She was so tired. Her eyes drifted closed and she was falling asleep. She opened her eyes slightly as she felt, rather than heard, Tristan return to the room. She tried to lift her eyelids but she was too drowsy to see Tristan with a washcloth in his hand kneeling on the bed in front of her. “What are you doing?” she asked drowsily.

  “Shush. Open, Beauty. You are going to be sore down here. I would run a tub of water for you to soak but you’re too tired. The tub will have to wait until morning,” he said, opening her legs to place the warm, damp cloth between them, then he began to wash her gently.

  The warm cloth felt so good between her legs. She sighed in contentment as Tristan gently washed her, then placed the towel on the night table, climbed into bed beside Alisha, and pulled the comforter up over them. “Thank you,” she whispered, as her eyes began to drift closed.

  Turning her onto her side, he pulled her into his arms spooning with her. Pushing her hair out of his way, he placed a kiss on her shoulders, “Night, baby,” he muttered to an already asleep Alisha. Pulling her tighter into his body, he too drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Ten

  Alisha awoke to the sound of running water and sat up quickly. Her body protested immediately. “Uhh,” she groaned, remembering the things that Tristan had done to and with her body, and fell back down onto the bed.

  “Sore?” Tristan asked her as he walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

  Blushing, she responded “Yes, a bit.”

  “Come on,” he said. He walked over to her, and lifted her out of the bed and into his arms. “I have a nice bubble bath waiting. I took a shower earlier.”

  “What time is it?” she asked.

  “It’s almost noon,” he responded.

  “Noon!” she shrieked. “Tristan, why did you let me sleep so long? I never sleep this late.”

  “You’ve probably never had a workout like I gave you last night either,” he responded smugly.

  Alisha was getting ready to respond when she heard voices in Tristan’s apartment. “Tristan is there someone in the apartment?” she asked.

  Tristan walked with her in his arms towards the bathroom. “Yeah, about that…you need to get in the tub, Beauty. We have company.” He placed her in a huge tub filled with warm water and scented bubbles.

  The water felt so good. She sighed in contentment. “Oh, this feels so good. Thanks, Tristan.” She smiled at him.

  “You’re welcome, Beauty. Enjoy. I will be back to get you out. Just let me take care of our company,” he said, smiling down at her.

  “So who’s out there, anyway?” she said.

  “There have been some new developments since last night. The people out there are here to help us out. Just soak and relax for now. I’ll be back in a few minutes to catch you up on things, Love.” he said, as he bent down to place a quick kiss on her lips, then went out and closed the door behind him.

  Alisha lay back against the tub relaxing and letting the jets of the tub soothe her aching muscles. She had just started to relax when she heard the bathroom door open again. She opened her eyes to see Tristan taking off his sweats and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

  “Tristan, what are you doing back so quickly? I thought you were taking care of your guests? You can’t leave your guests alone,” she said.

  He smiled. “Of course I can. They can wait—I can’t. Scoot over—I’m joining you,” He climbed in the tub behind her and pulled her back against him.

  “Tristan, you crazy man…you can’t leave your guests!” she said, sitting up straighter. The water glistened on her breasts, as the suds dripped off her nipples. The cold air hitting her nipples, along with Tristan’s heated stare, had caused her nipples to pebble. His fingers skimmed her neck then cupped her breasts, as if to warm them. She sucked in a deep breath, then sighed and relaxed against him.

  “Your hair is getting wet. Do you want to tie it up?” he asked her, lifting her hair up off of her neck.

  “I usually don’t let it get wet, but I need to wash it. I sweated it out las—” she stopped when she saw him smirking at her.

  “Finish what you were about to say, Beauty,” he said still smiling.

  “Never mind… stop fishing for compliments, Tristan. You’re arrogant—you know that, right?” But she smiled, remembering how well he had loved her last night.

  “Not fishing. This white boy’s got skills, darlin’,” he said.

  Alisha cracked up. “Oh, no you didn’t just say that? Hmmm, I guess you did, all right,” she said teasingly as she smiled at him over her shoulder.

  He looked at her through squinted eyes, smiling down at her, “That sounds like a challenge to me, babe,” he said, kissing her neck and kneading her breasts.

  “Tristan, if you start that, we’ll drown in this tub,” she said moaning from the sensations that were causing her juices to flow all over again.

  Tristan lifted a bath sponge, lathered it with soap, and began to wash her. Starting at her neck, moving over her breasts, her stomach, and down between her legs, paying special attention to the area between her thighs as he moved the sponge back and forth, parting her nether lips in the process.

  “Mmmm,” she said, her voice getting huskier by the second. “That feels so good.”

  “You like that?” he asked, repeating the motion with the sponge.

  “Oh, yeah,” she responded.

  “If you like that, then I know you’ll like this,” he said, replacing the sponge with his hands. He stroked her crotch then squeezed it a little with his hand, using his finger to draw circles around her wet center, then teasing her clit with his thumb and forefinger.

  “Ohhh!” Alisha moaned from the pressure of Tristan’s fingers inside of her.

  Tristan added another finger and began moving them in and out of her, while simultaneously pinching her nipple with his free hand.

  Alisha started gyrating herself against his fingers, moving back and forth with each movement of Tristan’s fingers. “Ahh…don’t stop…please don’t stop, Tristan,” she pleaded, moving faster against his fingers, getting closer to her climax. Suddenly he removed his fingers from her. “Huh? What the—?”

  “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet, Beauty. I need to be inside of you now,” he said huskily. He lifted her up, turned her around to face him, spread her legs to either side of him, and impaled her on his cock.

  Alisha sucked in her breath as Tristan lowered her down onto his cock in one thrust.

  “Ride me, babe,” he said, lifting her hips and bringing them back down while simultaneously thrusting up into her. She groaned in pleasure, then planted her feet on the bottom of the tub and lifted her ass and plunged it back down.

  Water began to splash everywhere from their vigorous movements in the tub. They didn’t care.

  Still pushing up into her, Tristan pushed back against the tub to gain better leverage and Alisha grabbed hold of the sides of the tub and bent her knees so Tristan could sink deeper inside of her. They moaned and groaned a
t the sensations filling both of them.

  Alisha lifted herself up until only the tip of Tristan’s cock was still inside of her, then slammed back down on his cock, grinding against him.

  “Oh hell yeah!” Tristan shouted as Alisha repeated the movements. He could feel her vaginal walls tightening against him. “Fuck me, babe. You’re so tight,” he said, holding her hips in place as he thrust up into her.

  “Oh my damn!” she moaned as she came all over his cock, then fell back against him in an exhausted heap.

  “Shit!” he yelled, shooting stream after stream of his cum into her. Tristan wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her. “It’s a good thing I work out regularly, or we would’ve drowned. Wow, you worked my ass, babe.”

  Alisha responded by elbowing him in the stomach. “You started it,” she said playfully.

  “So I did,” he said rather smugly. “Just remind me to eat my Wheaties the next time I want to make love to you in the tub.”

  “So I guess a sistah’s got skills, huh,” she retorted playing along with him.

  He kissed her firmly on the mouth. “I’ll say. Come on, Love, let’s take a shower and get out of here. We have business to take care of. I already have food waiting for you.” He stood up in the tub, pulling her up with him. He then let the water out of the tub and turned on the shower. After adjusting the temperature of the shower, they began to wash each other. He shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp as he went about it. He turned off the shower and they both got out and dried each other off.

  “Tristan, I don’t have any clothes to put on,” she said.

  “Yes, you do. I took out some sweats and a t-shirt for you. And I picked up some underthings for you yesterday before I came home,” he said, wrapping the bath towel around her as he finished toweling her off. He took her hand and walked her into the bedroom where he had clothes and several pairs of matching bras and panties in various sizes laid out for her.

  “Tristan, these are beautiful,” she said, picking up a set close to her size. She dropped the towel from around her, and quickly put them on, while he watched her dress, smiling.

  “Glad you like them,” he said, pleased.

  “You did well, Tristan. Thank you.” She smiled up at him.

  “You’re welco—”

  Tristan was cut off by a firm knock on his bedroom door.

  “Who is it?” Tristan yelled.

  “You’re needed out here, Tristan,” Brandon said.

  “Be right out,” Tristan called out.

  Alisha’s eyes had gone wide, staring frantically at Tristan. “Tristan, I forgot they were out there. Do you think they heard us?”

  “Relax, Beauty. Even if they did hear us, who cares? Besides, my brother has too much class to say anything if he did.” He quickly pulled on boxers, sweats, and a t-shirt. “Come on, Beauty, let’s go.”

  Putting her hand in Tristan’s, she followed him out of the bedroom and into a room full of people. Alisha stopped short, embarrassed, when she saw not only Brandon, but an older distinguished-looking man who looked like Tristan and Brandon, who she guessed had to their father. A very tall, well-built, gorgeous Native American man who looked kind of familiar, and an African American man who reminded her of someone she knew, she couldn’t tell who because his back was to her as he talked on his cell, were there also.

  Tristan pulled Alisha close to his side. “What’s wrong, Beauty?” he whispered.

  Alisha answered with a sharp jab to Tristan’s stomach.

  “Ouch! What was that for?” he asked her, rubbing the spot where she had hit him and looking very confused.

  “For not telling me that there was a room full of people out here,” she said scowling at him. “And is that your father?” she hissed.

  “But I did tell you,” he replied looking at her as if she had lost her mind. “I told you we had company.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t expect to see your father here,” she muttered seething.

  “Dad, they’ll be at this all day if you don’t say something,” Brandon intervened.

  “No, I don’t think I will. I think I’m going to like her. Got a lot of fire in her—reminds me of your mother. By the way, young lady, I’m Spencer Cameron, Brandon and Tristan’s father,” he said walking over to her to envelope her in a big bear hug, but not before she had turned to stomp on Tristan’s foot.

  “Nice meeting you, Mr. Cameron,” she said hugging him in return.

  “Ouch! Why are you abusing me?” Tristan asked her.

  “Because she can, now go get the young lady something to eat, Tristan. And you, young lady, can call me Spencer or Dad—none of that Mr. Cameron stuff. Besides, the way my son’s trying to keep you all to himself over there, I have a feeling that we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” Spencer Cameron said, gazing at Tristan conspiringly over Alisha’s head. Tristan’s confirming nod had all of them smiling and Alisha looking from one to the other, puzzled.

  Tristan reached out and took Alisha from his father’s arms to bring her in close to him, placing a sound kiss on her lips, “Sorry, Beauty,” he said against her lips.

  “Alisha?” The African American man asked and moved to go to her.

  Alisha turned around at the sound of her name being called. “Chad!” she yelled, as she started towards him and was pulled back by Tristan. “Tristan, move,” she said.

  “I don’t think so, Beauty,” he said, giving Chad a ‘don’t even think about it’ look.

  Chad laughed outright. “Tristan, man—chill out! Alisha’s my cousin, man.”

  “Tristan, let the lady go to her cousin,” his father said, shaking his head at his son. “Son, what can the man do to the woman with all of us in the room? It’s not like you don’t know Chad, so quit acting up.”

  “Damn, he’s got it bad,” the native guy said, chuckling and shaking his head. “Never thought I would see the day Tristan went bat shit crazy over a woman.”

  “Me either,” Brandon said. “Maybe now he’ll get some furniture.”

  Alisha rolled her eyes heavenward and said hello to Domino, whom she suddenly recognized, then went over to Chad. “How are you doing, Chad? It’s been a while. Last I heard you were in California. What’re you doing in New York?” she asked him, happy to see her cousin.

  Chad grabbed her up, held her tight, and spun her around. “I’m good, cousin. I’m in New York because Spencer is one of my biggest clients and he asked for my help with this. I had no idea you’d be involved! How are you doing? Seems you’ve been busy since we last saw each other,” he said, smiling down at her then looking over at Tristan knowingly.

  Alisha was blushing ferociously. “You mean the big possessive guy over there?” she asked teasingly, which had Tristan shooting daggers with his eyes at them. Chad laughed harder and Alisha mimicked Tristan’s expression, which had them all laughing.

  The moment was interrupted by the ringing of Domino’s cell phone. While Domino went to answer his call, Tristan went over to Alisha and took her by the hand. “Come on, Beauty, let’s feed you,” he said, ignoring everyone else. “My dad and Brandon brought bagels and pastries, and there’s fresh coffee. What would you like?”

  “I’ll just grab a bagel and coffee—I can get it,” she said.

  “I got it. Butter or cream cheese?” he asked.

  “Cream cheese,” she said.

  Tristan and Alisha were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t notice that the room had gone silent. As if feeling eyes on them, they both looked up into the staring eyes of everyone else. “What?” they both spoke at once.

  No one said anything, just shook their heads, smiling.

  Domino broke the silence. “Okay, I’ve got some good news and some bad news. The good news is Langston’s been arrested. Your dad sent a team of lawyers over to handle the media and other legal problems that his arrest is going to cause.”

  “Why not use us? We’re lawyers,” Brandon protested.

  “Yes, but it’s
never good to represent yourselves, Brandon—you know that,” Domino said.

  “What’s the bad news?” Tristan asked.

  “We have him on a serious charge, but the problem is proving that it was him. He’ll probably make bail tonight. I got this info on a favor. The sexual harassment charges are not going to cut it. Rafe is bringing in two of the young ladies, who are both willing to press charges against Langston. I have to tell you, this is one sick dude,” Domino declared.

  “Why do I have a feeling that you’re leaving something out, Dom? What’s the serious charge that he’s been arrested for?” Tristan asked.

  “Alisha’s house has been ransacked. I have it on high authority that Langston hired someone to kidnap her,” Domino said, looking at Tristan.

  “What the fuck!” Tristan thundered. “I’ll kill him!

  “Oh my God!” Alisha gasped, grabbing onto Tristan for support.

  “The hell!” Brandon yelled.

  “That sick bastard!” Spencer Cameron whispered.

  “Son of a bitch!” Chad shouted.

  “According to a reliable source, he’s fixated on her. He has been for a while now. He just upped the ante when you had your encounter with him yesterday, Tristan,” Domino said. “That’s not all…Alisha, your brothers showed up at your house this morning and flipped out when they saw your house trashed and you not there. They assumed you’d been kidnapped. My men have given them Tristan’s address. They should be here soon.”

  “Oh man! Trevon called yesterday and said he would arrive this morning. I completely forgot,” Alisha said in a panic.

  “Calm down, Beauty. Brandon, can you please ring down and tell the doorman to let them up when they arrive,” Tristan said.

  “Done,” Brandon said.

  “Come on, Beauty, let’s go. Someone let me know when they arrive,” he said. His eyes were troubled as they entered the bedroom and he closed the door behind them. Turning her in his arms his hands buried themselves in her hair as his mouth descended upon hers. Her lips parted to receive his kiss. The urgency and passion of the kiss displayed emotions he was too choked up to say out loud as he walked her backwards to the dresser, disengaging his hands from her hair, lifting her up and sitting her upon it. Lifting his mouth from hers he moaned, “I need you now, Beauty,” as he pulled her sweats and panties down in one sweep. Testing her readiness and finding her wet and ready, he slipped out of his sweats and boxers, spread her legs, and, holding her hips, plunged into her.