She chuckled again. “You’re on, Jose. Tomorrow night, dinner, at my place. I’ll even supply the dessert.”
“Nope, that’s part of my repertoire. You just supply the kitchen and the utensils and your beauty will be my inspiration. That’s all I’ll need from you and I’ll bring everything else.”
“What time?”
“What time are you usually home?”
“If I come straight home I can be here by 5:30.”
“Great, I’ll be at your place by 5:30 waiting for you and dinner will be on your table by 6:45.”
“Great! It’s a date. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good. I can’t wait to see you again.”
Cairo hung up and leaned her head back with a satisfied smile. “Your beauty will be my inspiration.” She repeated his words with a sigh and her smile widened.
Chapter 10
The next day she hurried through her work day, checking her watch every 10 minutes. Finally 5 o’clock came and her torture was ended. She hurried through 5 o’clock traffic trying to make it home by 5:30 to see that Jose was true to his word. He was sitting on her porch waiting for her and greeted her with that sexy grin of his. He met her at her car and opened her door.
“Hi. Welcome home.” He helped her out the car excitedly and swept her into a tender, but powerful kiss.
“Wow, it’s good to be home.”
“I’m sorry, was that too forward?” He followed to the house picking up the bags.
She chuckled. “More forward than what? We’ve already had sex.”
“Oh. Well, yes, we did.”
She led him to the kitchen. “Mi casa es su casa. Did I say that right?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, you did. I’ll teach you to speak Spanish if you really want to learn.”
“Sure, might be fun. So what’s on the menu?” she asked peeking into a bag.
He smacked at her hand and chuckled. “Hey, get out of there. You’ll see when I’m done. “You just have a seat over there and relax,”
She threw her hands up and laughed going to a chair. His comfort level in the kitchen showed as she watched him from the table, impressed with his skill in the kitchen. He found thing with minimal help from her and tossed, flipped and sautéed with practiced ease.
“So, what can I do to help, Jose?” she asked after a while.
He smiled. “Nothing, I got this. I just want you to sit there and look beautiful, it gives me inspiration…remember? I’ll have dinner ready in 20 more minutes.”
She nodded and continued watching him. She never had a man cook for her especially in her own kitchen. A smile came to her face. As she watched him she realized he was in jeans. The over sized tee shirt he wore couldn’t hide the muscles that she knew were there and the jeans were baggy, but they still hung closer than they were made to over his large muscular legs. Watching him in where he so comfortable was a turn on. As the time wound down he made two bowls of salad and put them in the refrigerator and poured a glass of wine.
“Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes. You can have this now and go change if you want, so you can relax.”
She looked down at herself and laughed. She hadn’t realized that she was still in her work clothes, she hadn’t even taken off her shoes, yet, she was so content at watching him at home in her kitchen.
“Thanks, I‘ll do that.” She walked toward her room.
He searched for dishes while she was gone, hurrying when he heard the shower turn off to set the table. She returned wearing a sky blue satin lounge pajamas and the table was elegantly set complete with candles burning.
“Wow. Everything looks beautiful,” she said coming to the table. “I had candles?” she asked with a chuckle.
He looked up. “Wow, I was gong to say the same for you. You look beautiful.” He pulled her chair out for her. “I brought the candles with me. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, it’s great.”
He sat across from her. “I hope you like everything.”
She tasted the meat. “Wow. This is delicious. What is it?”
“Its broiled teriyaki pork chops with stir fried broccoli, onions, mushrooms and string beans over rice.”
“Wow, the sauce is really good.”
“Thanks, it took me a while to perfect it.”
She chuckled. “I stand corrected. You really are close to chef status. Did you go to school?”
“No. I always wanted to because I always loved to cook. My father was a chef in San Antonio. When they branched out he came here to open another restaurant where he was head chef until he retired.”
“So your father taught you everything you know?”
“Some, but I perfected a lot on my own.”
“Have you thought about school?”
“Yes, I have, but the last time I thought about it my wife said that wasn’t a job with a future, so I changed my major while I was in school. She said we‘d be a power team if I could get a medical background to match her career.”
She bit back what she really wanted to say about his wife. “Well, since you’re not married to her anymore you can think about school again.”
“Yes, I can.”
They finished dinner and the bottle of wine and took dessert to the living room.
“I didn’t make the dessert; I didn’t have time, but next time, ok?”
“What is it?’
He flipped the box open. “Lemon Meringue pie. Would you like a piece now?”
“Actually I was thinking about something else for dessert.”
He closed the box and pushed it further on to the coffee table. “I’m sorry. You don’t like Lemon Meringue pie? Do you want something else? I can go--” He stood to leave and she grabbed his arm.
“Yes, I do, but what I want is already here.” She pulled him back to the couch. “I want to see if the chef tastes as good as his food.” She looked into his stunned face and swallowed her laughter.
“Cairo, I, I don’t understand. I--”
She touched his lips with her fingers. “Let me help you understand.” She kissed him and pushed him back to lie on the couch. She climbed on top of him and felt his body instantly responded to her closeness as his excitement made his rod grow and press against her legs.
She kissed him again and pressed herself against his rock hard maleness. He moaned his approval behind her lips. His arms laced around her in a death grip to ensure she couldn’t or wouldn’t move, she didn’t know which, as he answered her movements with his own. He gripped her tighter as his arousal level grew.
She reached back to pry his arms apart. “Jose, sweetie, you can’t hold me that tight. I have a lot more to show you.”
“Are we going into your room now?” he asked anxiously.
She chuckled. “You have so much to learn. There are so many places other than the bedroom for sex. If you let me go, I can show you one of them.”
He released her quickly and she scooted back off of him. “This time I’m going to do all the work and you’re going lay back and enjoy.”
He nodded.
She smiled. “Good.” She ran her hands over his tee shirt astonished at how sexy he looked in just a tee shirt and jeans. She shifted positions and kneeled beside him. Leaning over she pushed the coffee table out of the way and began unbuttoning his jeans and pulled his tee shirt out of them. His wonderfully chiseled body screamed to be touched and she couldn’t hold back another minute from answering its call.
She slid her hands over his defined pecs, his nipples hardened almost instantly under her touch. She rested her hand for a moment feeling his heart bang beneath it before slowly moving down his body, following a thin line of hair that disappeared into his underwear.
She watched his stomach jump under her fingers when she played with the hair there and she ran her fingers on the inside of the ban then pulled his jeans pass his thighs.
A puff of air escaped him and he licked his lips. “Cairo…” he began.
She put her fin
gers to his lips again. “Shh, no talking. Trust me.”
She felt him nod under her fingers and she took her hand away. She took a deep breath herself and moved onward. Remembering what Lavita had said to her.
His erection was strained against his boxers, stretching them pass its limits. It, too, was calling to her. It rose to reach out to her like it sensed she was near. She reached out to where she knew the head was and stroked the top almost lovingly.
“Ohhh…” he said softly.
At first she pet the hidden masterpiece softly, gently on the head alone, until he was used to her touch then she began making long firmer strokes down the shaft. After another deep breath she made up her mind to move ahead further and removed his underwear enough to expose his piece to her and covered it with her mouth quickly before she could change her mind.
“Ohhhh!”
His long drawn out cry of ecstasy gave her the encouragement she needed and the courage to move forward. She slowly moved back up the iron rod that was encased by her lips and circled the top. She felt him shutter and his piece stiffen even more. He seemed to enjoy the movement so she repeated it several times not knowing what else to do. Becoming more comfortable her new found boldness as it grew. Deciding to try something new she concentrated on the head for a few strokes and then went all the way down again and swirled the tip like before.
Hardly able to catch his breath Jose tried to speak, but he had no cognitive thought. His brain and mouth refused to work together. He swallowed and tried again, but no words came to his dry mouth, just air. Instead of another attempt at speech he grabbed her head. If he didn’t put a stop to the incredible feeling she was given him his head would explode…both of them.
Slowly she pulled her mouth off of him. “Is everything ok? Was I--”
“No, no, no, oh my God, no… That was… I can’t even… My words, I don’t have the words…Wait a minute,” he said barely able to form any real sentences yet. He took a few deep breaths and tried again. “I can hardly get my words together to tell how good that felt.”
She smiled. “Oh, well good.” She moved back to swallow him again, but he stopped her.
“Please, as much as I’d love for you to do that again I can’t guarantee anything. I don’t want to risk doing anything happening that you don’t want happening. That felt so good, I thought I came. It felt like I did. I didn’t, did I? You understand what I‘m saying?”
“Are you that close?” she asked him boldly, surprising herself.
“Yes,” he said breathlessly.
In one quick moment she pulled one leg out of her pants and straddled him. She watched the expression on his face move from shock to elation as his disappeared inside her. She watched his face as she slowly raised and lowered herself on him, reveling in the look of exquisite joy on his face. His almost glowed with the pleasure he was feeling. It was indescribably beautiful. She was lost in the in his eyes. They refused to turn away from her or to close. She had never seen a man look like that before…it was entrancing. Women usually closed their eyes, especially when it was feeling really good, but his eyes refused to close. He looked right at her, piercing her to her very soul and she couldn’t turn away. She was trapped by there beauty she found there. It wasn’t just the beautiful green color or his long swooping eye lashes…she could almost see his soul. It was calling out to her and with every stroke she made on top of him it took her closer and closer to abandon.
Her movements became more intense the closer she got to her own orgasm; it was just with in reach. He held her hips and matched her with each of his thrusts underneath her, driving himself deeper into her, bringing them to the orgasmic plane they wanted so badly. She relinquished control and let him guide her to where he wanted her and soon she sank into glorious oblivion which took him over the edge and his cries of rapture soon joined hers. He held her in place as long as he could before she fell against him unable to hold herself up any longer. She took a deep satisfied breath shortly after and leaned up to kiss him.
“Jose, sweetie, are you ok?” she asked as she wiped a tear off his face when he opened his eyes.
He held her tight and spoke softly in her ear. “I’m better than I’ve ever been. You, you don’t want me to leave now, do you?’
“Do you want to leave?” She looked into those beautiful green eyes again that now looked like leaves after it rained and something was definitely different about them. “Soul meets soul when eyes meet eyes.” The words seem to pop into her head from nowhere. “Now where did I hear that before?” she asked herself.
His voice broke into her thoughts. “No, I don’t want to leave. I just want to lie here…and hold you. Please don’t move.”
She lay back on him, leaving him encased in her body, breathing in the smell that was uniquely him and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Chapter 11
The rest of the week seemed to blend one day into another. The way Cairo could tell the change of days was by the different judges that were on the bench when she went before them to plead her cases and by how much she was missing Jose more and more. Her case load had gotten so heavy she had to take work home for the weekend and still couldn’t see him. Her frustration mounted daily.
Monday morning she arrived earlier than usual to find Detective Campbell waiting in the reception area.
“Good morning Detective Campbell. I hope you’re not waiting for me. I have to be in court at two o’clock and I have several appointments before that,” she said with a snappy edge to her voice as she rushed down the hall to her office.
“In fact, I am waiting for you, Ms. Ivory. I’m in need of your help again. I can make it quick.”
“It’s going to have to be detective. I’m going to be very busy today. What do you need?”
He closed the doors behind him. “Actually, we need to go to the station. We have someone we’re questioning and I need you to identify him.”
“Identify? Why me?”
“You’ve already picked out of the pictures I showed you a few weeks ago, now I need you to pick him out of a line up.”
She sighed. “I don’t have a lot of time, detective. Will this be quick?”
“Yes, ma’am. I will make it as quick as possible.”
She sighed again and left a note for Keisha then followed him down to the county building. He put her in a room where she waited and waited and waited. When he finally returned she jumped to her at let out her fury.
“What the hell is going on, detective? I explained to you that I didn’t have this kind of time today. I have my own work to do! You have left me sitting in here for the better part of 3 hours!”
“I know, I’m sorry,” he said waving his hands. “I apologize, greatly, Ms. Ivory. It wasn’t supposed to take this long.”
“No one has come in here in over an hour to say anything! What is going on?”
“I know, I know, again, I apologize. My partner has just come in with some new evidence and we may be able to close this case with your help. Please follow me; it will be over in just a few minutes.”
Reluctantly Cairo followed him to another room and found herself looking through a window to another empty room. Detective Campbell pushed a button on the speaker box on the wall. “We’re ready. Line them up.”
On the other side of the window several young men filed into the room and lined up against the wall facing her.
“Ms. Ivory, please know that they can not see you or hear you. Do you see anyone you recognize? Anyone up there look familiar to you?”
She sighed and looked the men over. They all looked so much alike…all were light skinned; a few looked like they could be Spanish…attractive… They all wore dark hooded jackets with the hoods up. All about the same size, same kind of build… Number 1, number 2, number 3, number 4...She sighed again and shook her head.
“I don’t know, detective. They all look so much alike.”
“Please Ms. Ivory, it’s important. Look again.” He pushed the button
again. “Turn left! Remove your hoods!”
The men all turned and dropped their hoods.
“Ms. Ivory, please, again.”
Cairo looked back and forth over the men again and shook her head. “I don’t know why I’m here,” she said to herself. “None of these men…” She moved closer to the window. “Wait. Number 4 looks-- Isn’t that the guy we saw at Mr. Townsend’s wake?”
Detective Campbell hid his elation. “I’m sorry, Ms. Ivory. Which one are you referring to?”
“Number 4, he’s the one. I remember him from the wake. He’s the young guy that stood at the casket crying. I remember because you jumped up right behind him when he left.”
He handed her a picture. “Would you say that this is him, too?”
She looked between the picture and the guy in the room and nodded. “Yes, that’s him. This is a bad picture and its cut in half, but yes, I’d say it was him.”
“Number 4, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He spoke into the box again. “Thank you, you’re dismissed!” He waited for the room to clear before he addressed her. “The only thing we were missing was someone who could put this guy at the wake. We already connected him to Townsend and now with his testimony we can make an arrest.”
“Well, I’m glad I could help. Am I free to leave, now?”
“Ms. Ivory, with this case coming to a conclusion, I wondered if I could contact you on a more personal level when--”
The door swung open interrupting him.
“Campbell, let’s go. We have worked to do,” his partner said. “Ma’am,” he added acknowledging her then left the room just as fast.
“I’m sorry. I guess I need to keep my mind on the job until the case is completely done. Can we pick up this conversation when the case is completed?”
“Uh, I’m sure we’ll have a chance to speak at a later date.”
He smiled and led the way out of the room. On the way to her car she pulled out her phone.
“Yes, this is Jose.”
“Hi, Jose, it’s Cairo. Are you busy?”
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