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Authors: Lutishia Lovely
Tags: United States, Literary, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Christian, Women's Fiction, Literary Fiction, African American
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problem.”
“Oh, you’ve got a problem?” Vivian bellowed, this time mimicking Mother Moseley’s gnarly tone. “ ’Cause I’m a problem solver!”
Hope laughed until her sides hurt. When Vivian left a short time later, after Vivian’s fervent petition to God for Hope’s peace and patience to wait on Him, not only her mouth but her heart also was smiling.
14
Show and Tell
The warm and fuzzy feelings from Hope’s meeting with Vivian continued into the evening. Cy knew something had shifted as soon as he walked in the door. Soft jazz played, candles flickered, and the tantalizing smells of good home cooking wafted through three thousand square feet of silk walls, marble floors, and upscale everything.
“My baby’s home,” Hope sang from the kitchen.
Cy began walking in the direction of her voice. The sight of Hope rounding the corner stopped him dead in his tracks. His abrupt halt caused Hope to stop too.
She wore a white, dolman-sleeved, shear midriff with white silk boy shorts that showed off her 36-26-38 curves to perfection and contrasted sharply with her smooth, dark brown skin. The outfit left little to the imagination, revealing part of her butt cheeks and dark nipples that hardened under Cy’s intense stare. Her shoulder-length jet-black hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, further highlighting her deep cocoa, slanted eyes, prominent cheekbones, and full lips set in a heart-shaped face. She wore three-inch silver sandals that laced up to midthigh. That this woman could believe it possible for him ever to lose interest, or to find somebody new, Cy thought was beyond ludicrous. For him there was only one woman, and he was looking at her.
He stared at her a beat longer, then licked his lips. “Come here, my beautiful ebony queen.”
Hope’s heartbeat quickened as she closed the distance between them. Cy loved it when she dressed provocatively. His reaction was just as she’d hoped. “Thank you.”
They kissed passionately, leisurely as Cy’s hands sculpted the body on which his eyes had feasted. He placed his hands on her bottom and lifted her off the floor, molding her to his muscled frame, letting her feel the evidence of his desire. He broke the kiss, lowered her back down, and took her hand. His pupils darkened as he gazed at Hope through nearly closed eyelids. He licked his lips again. Hope became wet.
“Come . . . sit with me,” he whispered. He took her hand and started for the sofa.
Hope knew that sitting was the last thing on Cy’s mind. It was definitely the last thing on hers. But the plans she’d formed this afternoon could not be hurried. She hadn’t been the best company lately and had come up with several creative ways to apologize.
“I need to check on dinner,” she said even as Cy tweaked her nipple through the gauzy fabric. This simple touch rocked her core, and a shiver tore through her. “I . . . I . . . Do you want me to . . . Ooh, Cy, I can’t think when you do that.”
Cy had slipped his hand under the top and now gently outlined her nipple with his thumb. He looked at her as if she were the meal. “That’s fine,” he said, his voice low and sexy. He continued to touch her with expert strokes.
Hope closed her eyes as Cy’s large hands slid over her body. He cupped her cheeks, massaging bare flesh. They kissed again, his tongue now joining the dance of his fingers. Hope hugged Cy’s hard body, outlining his shoulders, squeezing his tight, round butt.
Finally she managed a coherent thought and reluctantly pulled away. “I’ve got to check on dinner before it burns. Everything’s ready for you to take a shower.”
Cy shook his head. “No, I’ll wait and take one with you.”
A short time later, they sat shoulder to shoulder, dining on fricassee of lobster over homemade goat-cheese ravioli. The food was delicious, but neither noticed. All of their senses were focused on each other. Cy battled the desire to clear the dishes and ravage his wife
“Oh, you’ve got a problem?” Vivian bellowed, this time mimicking Mother Moseley’s gnarly tone. “ ’Cause I’m a problem solver!”
Hope laughed until her sides hurt. When Vivian left a short time later, after Vivian’s fervent petition to God for Hope’s peace and patience to wait on Him, not only her mouth but her heart also was smiling.
14
Show and Tell
The warm and fuzzy feelings from Hope’s meeting with Vivian continued into the evening. Cy knew something had shifted as soon as he walked in the door. Soft jazz played, candles flickered, and the tantalizing smells of good home cooking wafted through three thousand square feet of silk walls, marble floors, and upscale everything.
“My baby’s home,” Hope sang from the kitchen.
Cy began walking in the direction of her voice. The sight of Hope rounding the corner stopped him dead in his tracks. His abrupt halt caused Hope to stop too.
She wore a white, dolman-sleeved, shear midriff with white silk boy shorts that showed off her 36-26-38 curves to perfection and contrasted sharply with her smooth, dark brown skin. The outfit left little to the imagination, revealing part of her butt cheeks and dark nipples that hardened under Cy’s intense stare. Her shoulder-length jet-black hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, further highlighting her deep cocoa, slanted eyes, prominent cheekbones, and full lips set in a heart-shaped face. She wore three-inch silver sandals that laced up to midthigh. That this woman could believe it possible for him ever to lose interest, or to find somebody new, Cy thought was beyond ludicrous. For him there was only one woman, and he was looking at her.
He stared at her a beat longer, then licked his lips. “Come here, my beautiful ebony queen.”
Hope’s heartbeat quickened as she closed the distance between them. Cy loved it when she dressed provocatively. His reaction was just as she’d hoped. “Thank you.”
They kissed passionately, leisurely as Cy’s hands sculpted the body on which his eyes had feasted. He placed his hands on her bottom and lifted her off the floor, molding her to his muscled frame, letting her feel the evidence of his desire. He broke the kiss, lowered her back down, and took her hand. His pupils darkened as he gazed at Hope through nearly closed eyelids. He licked his lips again. Hope became wet.
“Come . . . sit with me,” he whispered. He took her hand and started for the sofa.
Hope knew that sitting was the last thing on Cy’s mind. It was definitely the last thing on hers. But the plans she’d formed this afternoon could not be hurried. She hadn’t been the best company lately and had come up with several creative ways to apologize.
“I need to check on dinner,” she said even as Cy tweaked her nipple through the gauzy fabric. This simple touch rocked her core, and a shiver tore through her. “I . . . I . . . Do you want me to . . . Ooh, Cy, I can’t think when you do that.”
Cy had slipped his hand under the top and now gently outlined her nipple with his thumb. He looked at her as if she were the meal. “That’s fine,” he said, his voice low and sexy. He continued to touch her with expert strokes.
Hope closed her eyes as Cy’s large hands slid over her body. He cupped her cheeks, massaging bare flesh. They kissed again, his tongue now joining the dance of his fingers. Hope hugged Cy’s hard body, outlining his shoulders, squeezing his tight, round butt.
Finally she managed a coherent thought and reluctantly pulled away. “I’ve got to check on dinner before it burns. Everything’s ready for you to take a shower.”
Cy shook his head. “No, I’ll wait and take one with you.”
A short time later, they sat shoulder to shoulder, dining on fricassee of lobster over homemade goat-cheese ravioli. The food was delicious, but neither noticed. All of their senses were focused on each other. Cy battled the desire to clear the dishes and ravage his wife
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