by Vera Roberts
Eli pulled up a stool and sat next to her. “Do tell,” he insisted.
Hell, no. Simone turned her attention to Eli and locked eyes with him. His hazel eyes were always warm and inviting, open to anyone and everyone. She noticed how serious they were, hanging on her words and silently demanding a response. The problem was they both knew Simone was going to give him one, whether she wanted to or not—a trait all of the D’Amato brothers shared. Those damn D’Amatos… “I was thinking about the future.”
“Good? Bad?” He pressed.
“I’m going to make you swallow my cum, Moni,” Eli whispered as he fucked her mouth with his cock. He forcefully pulled her hair and pistoned in and out of her hot mouth. “You suck me so fucking good. You’re my dirty little slut, aren’t you, boo?” Simone blinked the fantasy out of her head and tried to speak but was too tongue-tied. “Um…um…”
“That bad, huh?” Eli smiled at her. “So bad you can’t tell an old friend?”
Simone let out a quiet breath and took another sip of her margarita. Eli was just a crush. A simple, no-harm, no-foul crush. He was also a married man. A happily married man who was faithful to his wife and devoted to his young son. She would need to keep reminding herself of that. “I’m not sure yet.”
Eli placed a hand on Simone’s thigh and leaned closer to her. “I’m sure whatever it is, you’ll come to the right decision.” He smiled.
Please get your hand off my thigh. He was touching her. His hands were warm. They were gentle and firm. They were protective. She wanted him to move his hand a few inches toward the middle and feel the heat he created between her thighs. She also wanted Eli to get the hell away from her before they did something they both would regret. “I hope so, too.”
Five
The sound of the rain pounding against the window awoke Faith from her sleep. She slowly blinked her eyes open and stared outside. They slept with the window cracked open and the air smelled clean, crisp, and fresh. She inhaled a deep breath and let it fill up her lungs. She loved the smell of rain. It always reminded her Mother Nature was washing away the ugly to prepare for the pretty.
Mother Nature had a lot of washing to do, apparently. It was awful and really coming down. It was going to take forever to get to work. She knew some clients were going to cancel and reschedule. That was fine by her. Normally she would be annoyed by the inconvenience and loss of income but it wasn’t an issue. If she didn’t have to go in to work that morning, she would just stay home. But as the owner and head stylist of MillionHair, she didn’t have that luxury. She needed to be at the shop. She needed to handle the circus her stylists/best friends created each time they all got together.
It was never a question on what Faith wanted to do for the rest of her life. Some people were meant to be doctors, lawyers, teachers, and politicians. Faith? She knew she wanted to style hair. She would study hairstyle magazines and do her best to recreate the same vision. When she went with her mother to the salon, she would watch the hairstylists and take notes, studying their technique.
Every week she did something wild and different to her hair, much to the chagrin of her parents. Whether it was a short pixie do, a weave down to her butt, or multicolored braids, Faith loved experimenting with hair. It didn’t matter the texture or shape; the more heads she did in a day, the better she mastered them.
She started to move out of the bed when her husband grabbed her waist and pulled her back. “Mmm…” he purred. “Where are you going, baby girl?”
“Bathroom, baby.” Faith peeled his arms from her waist. “I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry up,” Eli yawned, “I have morning wood I don’t want to waste.”
Faith turned back towards her husband. “You are so nasty, Eli.”
“You know you love it.” He removed the covers and revealed he was telling the truth. “Hurry up and come back.”
Faith smiled seeing her husband’s cock bouncing in anticipation. “Oh, you’re damn right I’ll be right back.” She hurried to the bathroom and did her business. She removed her boy shorts and tank top, leaving them on the floor. She went back into the bedroom and crawled on the bed. “Are we ready to go?”
“Just one sec,” Eli reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a breath spray. He sprayed his breath and then sprayed his wife’s. “Now we’re good to go.” He pulled Faith closer to him and cradled her in his arms as she straddled his waist. Their lips repeatedly met each other, their tongues dancing and eagerly wanting more. Faith ground against her husband, anxious to feel his cock deep inside her but loving the tease the mushroom tip was giving her wet slit.
After a few brief moments of teasing, Eli adjusted his position and slid inside his wife. She felt so hot, so wet, and so tight. Every thrust he made, it felt like her walls clenched tighter around his cock, taunting him to move faster, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do it without exploding. Still, it was a risk Eli was willing to take. He loved nothing more than being with his wife, making love to her in every imaginable position. And when their son was asleep, it was an added bonus.
Faith leaned over on her husband and captured his lips with hers. She softly bounced on his cock as he guided her, his hands caressing her ass. It took some time to get used to his size and Faith could admit some positions did hurt. But the pleasure of easing up and down on her husband’s long and thick shaft erased all fears. Her channel welcomed him time and time again and Faith was blessed she was married to man with both length and girth.
Each thrust felt like he was feeding her pussy, giving it much-needed and overdue attention. She didn’t mind. She loved rolling her body back and forth on his cock. She loved his fingers playing with her swollen nub as he watched her ride him. She loved feeling him move in and out of her tight channel over and over, bringing her to the brink of orgasm just to delay it for more.
Simply put, Faith loved making love to her husband. Not too many women could say that about their husbands.
Eli pulled his wife down to him, skin to skin. He moved his hips upward to meet her thrusts. No matter how many times they had made love and how many positions, it seemed each time was a new experience for him. He discovered something more about his wife and was eager to find out what else was there for him to explore.
He placed soft kisses on her lips and neck, while speaking in Italian to her. Faith didn’t know what her husband was saying but it didn’t matter. She knew he was saying some shit he better not repeat in English or their quickie was going to be over before it got started. “Eli…” Faith murmured as she rode him faster. “I’m going to cum, baby.” She breathed and softly moaned into his mouth, loudly enough to let her husband know how he was making her feel, but softly enough that she wouldn’t wake up Nathan. That was one story she didn’t want to explain to him.
Soon, she felt the beginning of her orgasm forming: the tingly sensations shooting up and down her spine, the way her toes would tightly curl, the shaking of her legs matching the involuntary contractions of her pussy. Ooh, it was going to be a good one. She rode her husband’s cock faster, brushing her clit against him.
“Ooh, not yet,” Eli flipped Faith on her back and forced her to turn over on her stomach. He pulled her hips close to his, gently nudged her shoulders down, and entered her. “Don’t wake Nathan,” was his only instruction.
Faith nodded as she clenched the sheets. Not waking their son meant she would be biting the pillows as hard she could while her husband moved inside her tight heat. She quickly grabbed a pillow and bit down on it preparing for the endless assault his cock was going to give her.
Relentlessly, he drove into her, holding her steady with his hands. It didn’t help he would occasionally hiss and softly grunt as he pounded into her. They found a rhythm and she met his thrusts as he kept her steady. Eli was driving her wild and he was as quiet as could be. She could only imagine if Nathan wasn’t still sleep, or better yet—over at one of his grandmas’ homes—Faith knew she would cum at least twice already
by her husband’s dirty talk.
Eli pushed more into her, riding her as Faith squeezed tighter around him, encouraging him, begging her husband, taunting him, to fuck her faster and harder. Eli read his wife’s signals and slowed his pace just a little. “Play with your pussy as I fuck you,” he ordered her.
Faith managed to reach down and stroke her clit while Eli resumed his pounding into her. She tightly shut her eyes and bit the pillow harder. She was lost in another time, another place, another world. The only sounds were their bodies meeting each other again and again and muffled moans.
For as long as he had known her, her pussy was just for him and only him. It was so sweet, so hot, and so wonderfully tight. He couldn’t describe how wonderful she felt or how she made his head spin even with the first entrance. All he knew was that she was going nowhere and was going to be with no one else.
Faith felt her orgasm approaching and rubbed her clit faster. Before she was able to tell her husband she was about to orgasm, it snuck upon her like a thief, shooting through her body and making her weak and delirious. She bit down on the pillow harder and screamed into it, lost in the moment and all sensation.
Seeing his wife climax made Eli lose all control and he came shortly afterward, feeling his wife’s walls milking him, squeezing the life out of him. His balls tightened and body stiffened as he released inside her, letting the feeling wash over his body. “Damn, Faye…” Eli bent over and kissed her back. “Damn, baby…”
“What’s gotten into you lately?” She asked. “Seems like you’ve got a new life into you.”
Eli pulled out of his wife and lay beside her, trying to catch his breath. “What do you mean?”
Faith turned over and faced him. “We haven’t had sex in a while and now you’re like Superman.”
Eli shrugged. “Maybe I just like fucking my wife.” He winked.
Faith leaned over and kissed her husband. “Well, whatever it is, keep it up.” She got up and put on a robe. “I like this new Eli. Anyway, I’m going to head to the shower before little man wakes up. Did you want to join me?”
“You get started and I’ll be there in a minute,” Eli winked.
“All right. Don’t take too long now, Tiger.” Faith blew him a kiss before she left.
Eli stared up at the ceiling and thought about what just happened. Faith was right; with their respective businesses and family obligations, there wasn’t that much time for sex anymore. He could’ve lied to Faith and told her he discovered some new porn and wanted to emulate what he saw. She would’ve bought that excuse.
It was better than the truth. Eli couldn’t tell his wife the truth even if his life depended on it. And even then, it still wasn’t a guarantee.
Truth was, seeing Simone again brought back something wicked and sinister in Eli. He couldn’t explain it nor did he try to understand it. All he knew is that when Simone walked back into the shop for the first time in years, she brought up emotions he thought were long buried, along with NFL dreams and prom night fantasies. Simone was more beautiful than ever, if that was even possible. She’d dyed her hair blonde and had a little plastic surgery done. She was much thicker than before but she filled out her attire very nicely.
She looked like a queen. His greedy eyes couldn’t pull away from her body, her lips, and that ass of hers that swayed from side to side as if it was saying, ‘Please fuck me, Eli.’
When Eli went home to Faith later that night, he fucked her to oblivion on the dining room table, hoping to get the thought of Simone out of his mind. The fact it was the first time in many weeks since they made love didn’t help matters.
It was only a temporary fix. When Simone walked into the shop a few months later, he couldn’t help but notice the gentle swell of her breasts teasing him through her sweater top and begging to be free. And last night when they all went out to Happy Hour, he carefully watched her lips take a bite of the mozzarella stick and he wondered how her lips would feel wrapped around his cock.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. When he put a hand on her thigh, it was a done deal. They were soft, thick, and he already wanted to feel them around his waist. He wanted to see her naked. He wanted to see what her pussy looked like. He wanted to watch her writhe, cry, and beg beneath him as he mounted her.
Shit. This wasn’t good. He had seen many beautiful women and often casually checked them when he knew no one would see. He was a man, after all. But Eli never, ever lusted after someone as hard as he did Simone. It was like high school feelings never ended, just delayed.
The only good news about his newfound lust for Simone was that Faith would be reaping the benefits until Eli could get it out of his system. He just hoped he was going to get it out sooner rather than later.
****
“Good Morning, everyone!” Faith walked into her hair salon with a box of donuts and fresh fruit. “I brought breakfast.”
“Someone brought breakfast, huh?” A gay hairstylist, Cameron, got his station ready for the day. He was of average build with closely-cropped hair and a goatee. Although he was gay, he didn’t act in a stereotypical fashion, often confusing his female clients who secretly hoped he was at least bi-sexual because of how attractive he was. “That means someone finally got laid.”
“Well?” Another stylist, Jocelyn, turned to Faith. She was a thin White woman who spoke slang and listened to hip-hop. If it wasn’t for the fact she grew up in a middle-class family, one would’ve thought she came from the hood. “Did you finally get some?”
“Why are y’all so damn nosey in my business?” Faith set up the juices and coffee for everyone. “I’m not this nosey in your business.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s a good one.” The manicurist Kimberly walked over to get some breakfast. She was a curvy Latina girl, fresh out of cosmetology school. Every so often, she would break into Spanish when she wanted to curse someone out but not have them understand a word she said. “You probably know my cycle better than I do, mami.”
“So are you going to tell us or are we going to have to call Duracell because you bought all of their batteries?” Cameron asked.
“Fine,” Faith didn’t try to hide the smile forming on her face, “I got some this morning.”
“Yes!” Faith’s best friend, Krista, got up and did a little dance. “I won, I won! That’s it, y’all. Pay up, bitches!”
Faith’s smile disappeared as soon as it formed. “What?”
“Oh, yeah. We made a bet on when the next time you were going to get laid,” Krista nodded proudly as she walked around to collect her cash payment from the other stylists, who were salty. “I won. Three hundred bucks!”
“Y’all are a hot mess,” Faith shook her head.
“No, your sex life is!” Krista walked over to Faith and fanned the money in front of her. “I can tell when the last time you got some good dick based on how bubbly you are. And for the last few weeks, Faye darling, you’ve been a raging bitch.”
“Excuse you!” Faith snapped. “I have not.” She looked around at her employees who were looking at everything but her. “Have I?”
“Girlfriend, you made Cruella DeVille look like marshmallow,” Cameron guised.
“But, thank you, Faith.” Krista smiled. “I can afford lunch for everyone and buy some much needed supplies. Now everyone, tell Faith thank you for getting laid.”
“Thank you, Faith!” Cameron waved.
“Muchas gracias, mami!” Kimberly smiled.
Faith rolled her eyes. She couldn’t even hate her stylists. The past week had seen her and Eli make love twice and that was a new record. She remembered the time they used to make love like it was about to go out of style. She would sneak him inside her parents’ house after school. They would go to Nick’s apartment when he was DJing or on-campus. They would mess around on a park bench. They would do it in a back alley, way behind the dumpsters. Nothing and nowhere was off-limits.
Now they were lucky if they had sex within the same month. Their longest dro
ught was five weeks and neither one of them blinked an eye at the time frame. With Eli running Madre’s and bouncing between the Manhattan and NYC locations and Faith running her salon and scheduling Mommy and Me play dates with Nathan, they both barely had time for each other.
They fell into a routine: She dropped off Eli at daycare on her way to work. She arrived at the shop at 11 a.m. and worked until 4 p.m., picking up Nathan on the way home. Eli was at Madre’s until six, and usually went out with his brothers or his employees to Happy Hour. He would come home around eight, eat the dinner Faith left for him in the microwave, watch Sports Center and then crawl into bed. Then they would start the same routine the next day.
The only day they had off was Sundays and usually that was a jam-packed day. They alternated Sunday dinners with his family and hers and usually spent hours at their respective families’ home. They would come home, tuck Nathan in, and then go over plans and itineraries for that week, barely kissing each other good-night. They were usually too tired or too busy to even think about sex.
