Taking Her Back

I reclined deeper into my deep back Lazy-Boy, listening idly to the sounds of Alicia Keyes serenading me on the philosophy of Karma. The living room fireplace danced and crackled in front of me, throwing angry shadows across my face in the darkness. It was warm against my freshly-shaven face.

I pulled my goatee through my fingers and devoured the smell of incense that filled the room. Was it possible to eat a scent? I smiled broadly at the question. I was left entirely to my thoughts until she returned.

The kids were away for the night, tucked into the beds of friends and family. I wondered if she even contemplated what lay in wait at home for her.

I drew the hard crystal tumbler to my lips and sipped the fiery whiskey until it rained down my throat. What goes around comes around, Alicia reminded me on the surround stereo system in our living room.

I laughed heartily at the hidden meaning in those words and tipped my glass to the almond-skinned beauty. So very true. Soft candle light danced within the shadows of the fireplace in a hypnotic, trance-like weaving. Incense filled the living room and mixed with the spirits in my hand in a most delightful manor.

Then I heard tires crunching gravel and concrete as they came to a halt in our driveway. I smiled and rocked back into the chair, allowing my feet to skim the carpeted floor.

Her keys jingle slightly in the lock and the door gasps as the seal is broken with the outside world. I watch her glide into the room and I can see the immediate smile on her lips. Then she pauses, breathing in the scents and noticing the primal blend of shadows and light.

I look at her in awe. She’s so amazingly beautiful. Her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail at the back, leaving her face entirely vulnerable to my eyes. The black engraved shirt hangs into a low V around her neck and her necklaces peak from beneath, hanging loosely in her cleavage. The semi-short black skirt, just above her knees is one of my favorite pieces of this outfit. Black spider-web stockings cling to her legs and knee-high black boots finish the ensemble and I can’t help but growl, lightly from my chair as she steps into the firelight.

She turns and meets my gaze and her smile deepens.

“You’ve been waiting up for me?” She poses in that deep, sultry voice of hers.

I nod, humming along with the answer.

She tosses her purse onto a nearby table and strides further into the room.

“And the children?” She continues. She’s beginning to suspect. Good.

I smile in a way that leaves no question to the answer. But I humor her anyway. This seduction is subtle and dark, like taking a new lover for the first time.

“The boys are staying with their friends. And the Little Devil is staying with my grandparents.”

I watch the realization and its accompanying smile spread across her lips and it takes every ounce of my control not to leap out of the chair and take her in that very moment. I disguise the waiver in my control by taking another sip of the whiskey in my hand. It burns down my throat and it fills every inch of my body. I’m on fire; for her.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask, smiling, as a newborn fire sparks behind her eyes. What I really want to ask is, Did you enjoy her.

She smiles and giggles a little and buries her face in her hands. I chuckle and she peeks between her fingers. Setting the drink aside on a nearby table I crook a finger and draw her in.

She climbs into my lap and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by her smell. She buries her lips into my neck and kisses me there and I can smell her hair. I growl at the smell and she purrs in my ear. Her lips find mine and we moan together. She knows what the kissing does to me. It’s like a preamble to the main event.

She reaches between us and gasps as her fingers locate my erection. The shadows concealed my nudity under her gaze. She purrs like a jungle cat in my ear and nips just below them at my neck. My fingers stroke the side of her hips and around her behind as her fingers trail up and down my shaft.

This moment is so intense. She has returned to me, as I knew she would. But there is a reclaiming of her that we both need. I feel her body roll against my hips and chest. Her fingers comb through my chest hair and I hiss into her ear. She chuckles as her fingernails graze across my nipples.

Our eyes meet for a split second before she starts working her way down my chest, kissing lightly at my skin. Her fingers never leave me, stroking incessantly, as she climbs down and works herself between my knees. She looks up at me and curls her fingers around my base. Her free hand tightens, gently around my sac and I groan. I’ve been waiting for this all night, for what seems like an eternity.

Her lips waste no time in devouring me. I can feel the heat of her mouth immediately as she takes me into her mouth. Her tongue traces lines of fire everywhere. I can’t stand it anymore. Any other night and I would let her satisfy her craving, but tonight is something entirely different.

I slide off the chair and watch her smile spread. She allows me to push her back onto the carpet. I push her skirt back and nearly roar as I realize she’s uncovered beneath. Sliding her legs apart I lower myself to her, right there on the living room floor and feel her slick lips pull me inside. We both gasp at the sudden impalement.

I lift her legs up over my hips and we’re rolling and pressing and thrusting against one another. I can feel her pushing her hips against me from beneath and it just makes me that more determined. With one well placed thrust I bury everything that I have to give deep inside of her and she begins to climax. I can feel her entire body crumbling beneath me as her hands tighten around my thighs, struggling to pull me deeper.

We’re like a rumbling inferno now. Holding her legs for leverage I’m grinding my hips against hers and I hear her voice screaming my name as another climax explodes through her. I grab her hands and push them back against the floor beside her head, leaning forward until all of my weight is upon her. Her ankles lock behind my thighs and its all or nothing.

Our hips slap together in short, deep strokes. Her head tips back and digs into the floor and I hear her moans turning into a plea. With two quick thrusts slightly longer than before I gain enough friction to push myself over the edge and I arch my back as my essence bursts forth inside of her. We both grunt half-understood pleas for mercy as our bodies tighten together in one last throw.

And finally we collapse. I roll out and off of her to the side and we’re both gasping for breath in the aftermath. She uses her last vestige of strength to roll over onto my chest, where she leans her cheek and smiles wearily to me.