I scanned the many pictures lining her walls and adorning her winding bookcase. “You don’t look a day older than you did in your twenties,” I said, returning my attention to Clara to admire her unfading glow.
“Oh, John,” she said as she sat down on the sofa beside me. “Don’t try to get fresh with me. I look sixty plus and I’m glad about it.”
I sat my glass down on one of the coasters she put on the coffee table. I took her drink out of her hand and sat it down, as well. I took both of her hands and just looked at her for a long while. I felt like that wet behind the ear chap that didn’t know anything about love or life.
“You are so beautiful to me,” I said as I eased closer to her on the sofa. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”
She opened her mouth to speak and I sensed she was about to challenge me in some sort of way. It didn’t matter what she was about to say; I didn’t want to hear any of it. She was truly the most beautiful piece of artwork that graced this earth and I hoped she knew it. I moved in closer to her until our lips were but an inch away.
“I’m sorry for ever mistreating you,” I said before taking a chance and moving in. I latched my lips to hers for a savory kiss. Her sweet, soft lips brought back distant memories of her soft and supple body being pressed up against mine, which aroused every part of me.
I was glad she didn’t resist when I reached up and cupped her face. I captured the very essence of our kiss by holding her face in my hands. I held her within my own hands as I would a framed piece of artwork. The slow and sweet grinding of our lips progressed into a fiery, ferocious assault.
When I felt my loins harden to an epic proportion, I knew I had to release her, lest I made a mess of our reunion. There was no way I could control my hunger for her, if we continued this wonderful tease.
Just as I withdrew my lips from hers, she moaned. A sensuous moan that made me want to devour her whole. I wrapped my arms around her waist and damn near yanked her onto my lap. “You feel so good,” I said moving my lips from her mouth to her neck.
“Umph… Oh, John, Mmmm… John,” she said kissing me passionately. “I think we should stop…”
“Oh you feel so good, Clara,” I said as my hands went on a quest to leave no part of her untouched.
“Stop, John… Stop it!” she said jumping out of my lap.
When she stood in front of me with accusing eyes, I knew it… I went too far. “Sorry, Clara. It just felt so good to kiss you again. I won’t do it…”
“Damn it, John. Why did you have to come back here?” Clara asked as she straddled me and pulled my tie to guide my lips up toward to hers.
“I missed you,” I murmured against her lips.
“How much did you miss me?” she asked, as she pushed me hard against the sofa.
“So much, words can’t even explain,” I said, as my back fell helplessly against the cushion.
I watched her every move, as she kicked off her shoes and slightly lifted her dress on each side. Her warm body encompassed my lap and her eyes demanded a real explanation as to how much I missed her. With my arms wrapped tightly around her waist, I pulled her down against my hardness. I kissed her with fever flowing from my lips to hers.
God, I’d forgotten what unbridled passion felt like. I wanted Clara so badly I didn’t know how to contain myself. I pulled the straps of her dress down so I could lick the fabric of her black bra. My free hand slid up her dress and down into her silk panties. I cupped her bottom in my hands, just as her body went limp against mine.
When her moans ceased and she stopped moving, no words needed to be spoken. Our bad blood had come back like a thief in the night and overshadowed the moment.
Broken promises snuck in and reminded us both that I’d broken her heart. I removed my hand from her panties and straightened her dress back out. I eased the straps back up on her beautiful bronze shoulders. I pushed a few disheveled strands of her hair back in place and smiled at her in earnest.
“John, I’m sorry,” she said faintly.
“Shhhhhh,” I said placing a finger to her lips.
“I thought I was ready, but I’m just not ready for all of this,” Clara said as she slid off my lap and sat beside me.
“Say no more,” I told her as I put an arm around her and held her close.
In fairness, I never thought it would be as easy as a cup of tea, a sweet kiss, and a romp in the sack. I intended to be there for the long haul, to do whatever it took to get Clara’s mind and heart back in the right place, with me.
We sat beside each other for a long while without saying a word. I would’ve given anything to kiss her sweet lips again, but nothing compared to knowing she still burned for me the same way I did for her. That was enough for me.
Chapter 10
Jacob
Love Lessons
“Hey, Dad, how are you?” I asked as I artfully held the phone to my ear. I walked into my new master bedroom with a box labeled ‘master room.’ I placed the box on top of a stack of boxes.
“I’m doing good, just feeling a little tired. I’ll be by the office later today for my weekly review,” Dad said on a yawn.
“Okay, I put all the files on your desk and emailed them to you, as well.”
“Very good, Son. Last week’s statements looked amazing. New business is up twenty percent in the Wyoming office and thirty three percent in the Delaware office. You were definitely on to something with those two offices,” he said with pride.
“Yeah, I felt pretty strong about the potential in those two places. It’s only right that Turner Enterprises has a footing in every state in America. I’m confident Delaware and Wyoming will continue to carry their own weight and eventually show exponential growth,” I said, taking the phone off speaker.
“Well, you don’t have to sell it to me anymore. The proof is in the numbers,” Dad said.
“Dad, I have something personal to ask you.”
“What’s on your mind, Son?”
“When Destiny talked to Ms. Clara this morning, she said you were at her house last night. Is that true?”
“Yes, we were together. Why?”
“I just didn’t know things were getting serious enough for you to spend the night at her house.” I guess in the back of my mind I was holding out some hope that my parents could reconcile.
“If you must know, Clara and I sat and talked about the good times we shared. We laughed and talked until about twelve in the morning. Then, I flew back to Miami and stayed in a hotel. Your mother has been crowding me and I needed some space to think.”
“So you didn’t spend the night with Ms. Clara?”
“No, I stayed at a hotel. Is that okay with you Son, or do I have a curfew?” Dad asked sarcastically.
“You don’t have to report to me. I’m just looking out for our family.”
“Rest assured that no one has looked out for our family more than me. I have the wounds on my heart to prove it. I won’t do anything to damage our family any more than it already is, but I am going to be happy, which brings me to the reason I called. Have you heard from your mother?”
“I haven’t talked to her in a few days, why?”
“When I got home this morning, she wasn’t here and her room had been cleared out. The staff said the movers came by early this morning and packed her up.”
“She didn’t tell me she was moving out. Did she leave a note or anything?” I asked.
“Nothing. My first thought is that she got the condo she’s been talking about. It’s interesting that she didn’t tell you anything or leave word for me.”
“When I last spoke to her, she had come to the conclusion that she would move on. But I don’t like her making moves like this without talking to someone. I don’t want her to feel like she has to be alone, when she has a son who cares about her,” I said, feeling some type of way.
“Even though we’re getting a divorce, I still care about her wellbeing too. That’s why I cal
led.”
“Yeah, I know you do,” I said absentmindedly. “I’ll call around and check on her in just a little while,” I added while studying the various items scattered about my bedroom.
I walked over to stand in the doorway of the walk-in closet and stared at Destiny who was removing items from a box and placing them on the shelves. She had given the delivery guys the okay to leave without unpacking all of our things, after I explicitly told her to make sure they unpacked everything down to the last garment. I shook my head at her defiance.
“Well, listen, you sound busy, so I’ll just talk to you later,” Dad said. “Tell Destiny I said hello.”
“Sure thing,” I said as I hung up the phone. I walked back into the bedroom and called out for Destiny. She had been moving around like a little mouse all day, organizing this and cleaning that. The way she was carrying on, one would never imagine that we had a full staff to assist her.
“Yes, babe,” she said as she entered the bedroom.
“First of all, what is all this stuff in these boxes?”
“Our things that came from Atlanta,” she said.
“I thought the movers were supposed to unpack everything and put it in the correct place. Will you explain to me why we have boxes that still have items in them?” I asked. The clutter was actually beginning to wreck my nerves.
I grabbed the box she was unpacking and placed it on the bed. I motioned around the room at all of the boxes. I was finding out that she had a compulsion to do everything herself, which was why we were left with a full house to unpack.
“I told them we could handle it. I wanted to put everything up, so I know where it is and to make sure it’s put up correctly,” she said with a shrug.
“Oh, so you just told them you would unpack an entire mansion by yourself?”
“With your help…”
“Oh, no! I’m not unpacking any of this, especially after I told you to have the movers do it. Is this your idea of being a submissive wife?”
“Jacob…” she said with her mouth dropping open. “I know you’re not upset about me unpacking.”
“I’m not upset with you for packing. However, I paid the movers to do the job you’re doing. I’m about to call them back, so they can get over here and finish doing the job I paid them to do. And you’re going to let them do their job.”
“Jacob, you can’t be serious,” she pouted.
“I’m very serious,” I told her as I walked toward her.
“But it would be cool if we spent time together fixing our house up just the way we want it. I thought you said you took the rest of the week off.”
“It will be the way we want it. We’re just not going to be the ones doing it. I took the week off, but I’m not going to spend it unpacking.” Our newly hired maid, Lynetta, passed by the doorway as I thumped a box on the bed. She was carrying a box as well. I called out to her, “Lynetta, will you come in here for a second?”
“Yes, Mr. Turner,” Lynetta said coming back to stand just outside the door.
“Come on in,” I ordered, and she walked into the room. “As the head of maid services, maybe you can explain to me why my fiancé is in here working like she’s on the staff.”
“Sir, Ms. Destiny said she would…”
I cut her off. “Destiny is not to lift a finger unpacking these boxes, regardless of what she says. I want you to place a call to the movers and get them back over here so they can finish unpacking the things that came from our houses in Atlanta. As well, I want you to personally direct them while they are getting this task done. Don’t let them leave here until everything is in its place. And tell them to send the invoice for any extra hours and I’ll get it taken care of. Is that clear?”
Lynetta nodded her head. “Yes, sir, boss. I will call them back immediately,” she said making note of what she was to do. She glanced at Destiny before rushing off to make the call.
“As for you,” I said, pushing our door closed. “You can make this easy on yourself or you can make it hard. Either way, it’s going to be fun for me,” I added.
“What are you talking about, Jacob?” Destiny asked.
“There are a list of things I want my wife doing with her day and manual labor is not on the list.”
“Oh, yeah? I guess now is a good time for you to fill me in on what’s acceptable for me to do in a day and what’s not,” Destiny said with a slight attitude.
“Well, you could always work on one of your ad campaigns,” I began, pushing the box from the bed and pushing her down onto the bed. I took my time in admiring her beauty. “But for starters, you can work on staying stunningly sexy, so I can look at you like this.”
Destiny leaned forward on her elbows. “Is that all what you want, Mr. Turner? For me to be the object of your desires… to spend my days with my only goal being to look beautiful for you?” Destiny asked as she looked up at me with questions in her eyes.
“That and of course this, too,” I said as I bent down to lick her lips before prying her mouth open for a kiss.
“Mmmh,” she said as her spirit blended with mine over a sensual kiss. “So, Mr. Turner, you basically want me to lay in this bed looking sexy and to be ready for your kiss at all times?”
I sprinkled kisses all over her face before answering, “Yes.”
“I think I can do that.”
“Your new job description as my wife is to wake up, get sexy, and be ready for me to have my way with you.”
“What if I want to apply for something more challenging?” she asked as her legs spread wide and then wrapped around my back.
“You are a well-qualified applicant, so I’m confident you can handle this position and added duties that might be thrown your way.”
“No matter how hard it is?” she asked, gripping my manhood in her hands.
“It will be very hard, but in the highly unlikely chance that you can’t handle it,” I said as I pressed my hands against each of her legs and pressed them against the bed. “You’ll receive disciplinary action.”
“Like punishment?”
“Yeah, consider this your first oral reprimand,” I said as I unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down her legs. Kissing the material of her panties as I went down her body, I removed her panties with my teeth in a swift motion and shoved my tongue into her heat. My tongue flicked over her bud in earnest, until she gripped the covers underneath her.
“Mmmh, you taste so good,” I said before sucking her clit into my mouth. My head moved up and down her canal as my tongue became one with her sweet body. I didn’t let her go until she was trembling. Then, I picked her up and playfully tossed her onto the middle of our fluffy bed. Tremors were still moving through her body as I unbuckled my pants and stepped out of them.
“I think I like getting in trouble,” she said as she recovered.
I climbed up onto the bed and rubbed my hardness. “Show me that you understand your oral reprimand,” I said as I stroked the heaviness in my hand. “What I just told you, run it back for me.”
She climbed up on all fours and inched toward me. When her tongue touched the tip of my dick, chills shot through my body. She licked from the tip to my shaft and then took me into her mouth.
“I like the way you relay information,” I said as I thrust into her mouth as she opened up to receive me. I plunged into her warm, wet mouth with long thrusts. She gripped my shaft and received my relentless strokes, until I threw my head back and said, “I’m coming. Ugh!”
My hot cum spewed out over her lips and she licked it into her mouth. She lay down on her back and began massaging her lower lips. There was no way I could reach organic heaven without taking her to the hilt, as well. With my member still hard, I mounted her and dove in.
She was hot and ready to succumb to the mounting pleasure. Surprisingly, it was a struggle to hold my composure as I began my verbal lesson, “Tell Lynetta what you need her to do. Do you understand?” Each time I said a word I rammed into her pussy good, causing h
er to jolt back onto the bed. I made sure every inch of my dick filled her with each syllable.
“Yes, I understand,” she submitted with ease.
“We have much better things to do with our time than unpack. Do you understand?”
“I understand! I will let Lynetta do it, I promise,” she said as her body began to quiver uncontrollably.
Satisfied that she saw things my way, I knew I was going to enjoy teaching her many more lessons about being my wife. “I want you to have my baby. Do you understand?” I said as I rammed into her heat over and over.
“Yes! I understand. Put your babies inside of me. Give me your babies, Jacob!” Destiny said as she met my stroke for stroke. When her good pussy gripped my shaft so tight that I felt like she was pulling the life right out of my body, I came hard, once again filling her with my seed.
I didn’t dare move. I lay on top of her and allowed her warmth to encompass my body. I pulled her as close to me as she could possibly get in order to allow every seed from my body to enter hers in hopes that she would soon carry my child.
As I lay there in Destiny's warmth, the thought of my baby growing in her womb caused me to instantly harden again. Destiny stirred beneath me and moaned. Her tongue licked the sweat from my chest. The feel of her soft tongue against my chest set fire to the dying embers as it stirred my insatiable thirst for the woman I loved more than any other.
"Jacob," Destiny gasped beneath me. "I can't seem to get enough of you.”
"The same is for me, sweet Destiny," I admitted as I began to stir in her once again.
Her core gladly received me as her walls pulsated around my hardness. I grew stiffer and stiffer inside her heat...like granite.
How is this even possible? I silently questioned the way my body responded like never before. Our bodies grew slicker and slicker against each other as the slapping sounds of our passion filled the room like music. We danced to our own rhythm.
"Fuck me, Jacob," Destiny threw her hips upward to meet each of my downward thrusts. I lifted one if her thighs higher in the air to I penetrate her deeper. The deeper I plunged into Destiny's heat, the deeper I tried to embed myself into her soul. A thunderous sound of my heartbeat exploded in my ears as I neared completion.
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