In Cuffs

Standing over the sink, I look into the foggy mirror at my distorted reflection.

"That shower was everything", I whisper to myself.

I'm wearing a fitted deep red tank top with no bra, my hair is trimmed and shampooed with endless curls. My body carries the seductive scent of Calvin Klein's Eternity. The shorts I have on hug my thighs tight, almost like boxers..

But I don't have anything on beneath them.

Zinovia should be home from work soon.

I light a few candles and play some music. Then I make my way towards our bed. I climb in and relax.

I lay on my back, with my legs spread and a hand resting in my shorts.

The loud thunder from the storm puts me to sleep.

I wake up to Zinovia kissing up my thighs.

"Hi beautiful", she says with a warming smile.
"I didn't mean to wake you, I just couldn't help myself when I saw you."

I smile and stretch, releasing a gentle moan. "I'm glad you did baby, I missed you." I sit up and pull her on top of me.

Her hands brush me in a way that signifies she wants more than just this kiss.

"Mmph, I Missed You More", She bites her lip while her eyes linger over every part of my body.

"How was your day?" I ask, with my fingers fiddling through her dreads.

Her eyes lock on mine, "It's perfect now that I'm with you."

I smile, turning my head away towards the dresser. "How is it that you still make me blush like this?"

She grabs my face, forcing me to maintain eye contact. "Because I plan to keep you."

Her lips patiently confront mine, and she kisses me with the softest sensation. My stomach feels butterflies. The intensity of the kiss builds up and our tongues meet.

She slowly pulls away. When our eyes open, we're staring into each other's.

"I'm gonna get in the shower, don't go anywhere." She gets up and walks into the bathroom.

To insure that I stay awake, I searched for the remote and cut the tv on. I caught the ending of my favorite classic movie, Matilda.

Following that, I got out of bed and went downstairs into the kitchen for a glass of water.

When I got back up stairs, Zinovia was sitting in a chair applying lotion to her legs.

She turned up the volume on the lap top with a list of sex songs playing.

When She was finished rubbing the lotion on, I casually walked over and sat on her lap.

"You can't sit here unless you're giving me a lap dance", she says jokingly.

Beyonce's Rocket starts playing and my eyes light up. I bring my lips close to her ear, "You just might get lucky tonight."

She squeezes my thighs, "I don't think you about that life."

I laugh and pull her hands away, "Why you always talking shit?"

By use of force, her hands end up wrapping around my waist. "Because I can."

I get excited by the aggressiveness. My hips begin rolling to the beat of the music.

Her expressions are almost orgasmic because of the way my body is brushing up against hers.