The Perplexed Procurer

11

Toni Giselle Smith

"It's beautiful, baby," I promised as our lips united. For the first time in a year, her face lifted with an authentic smile. Her hand cupped backside as she kissed me more and more. I looked at the section of our humongous bedroom that was dedicated to us and our passion for music. She had gotten the contractor to physically replicate the blueprint down to the pearl in the chandelier above.

Fresh cinnamon and eggnog smelled around the large home and I knew Ma was in the kitchen again. It was all a dream come true, and I couldn't wait

"I love you, thank you," I purred into her cherry blushed lips. This was our first Christmas in our new city, Dallas. After GranGran suffered from that stroke a year ago, my wife decided to relocate from New Orleans entirely. Along with our family being struck vulnerable, the city's violence had become something from a movie. We didn't want the children around that period, no matter how good of a private school they attended.

"I love you, more, Tone. Thank you for everything," she spoke against my lips, creating another pool of arousal in between my legs.

The snow fell uniquely, dancing upon the earth as the fireplace lightly crackled in the background of it all. The moon was glowing above us as we exchanged our gifts on this Christmas Eve. We continued to kiss as if the world would end, the materials we had gotten one another were on the floor as our bodies collided with the plush mattress that had silk sheets hugging it's large body.

"This is the life I've always dreamed of living, Doni. You're my everything," I looked into her darkened eyes as she bore into mine with passion and longing I'd never seen before.

"I wouldn't trade it for nothing, wife." She spoke into my soul, stroking my entire slit with her soft fingers. My center began to pulsate, the throbbing always unbearable, I never wanted to wait with Adoni. The sexing we did was magic.

I huffed, biting my lip as I began to thrust into her hand, spreading my juices all over her fingers.

I knew she liked to feel everything all the time, she wanted every part of me as I did her.

"I want you to fuck me hard tonight, baby," I requested softly, running my fingers through her pixie cut. Her face was strikingly beautiful and her haircut put a noticeable emphasis on her cheek bones and overall facial structure.

"Keep those legs up, baby," she whispered against my lips as she settled in between my legs all while entering me.

"Baby," I whimpered, throwing my hand on her stomach. She stopped instantly and continued once I kissed her lips again.

"You can take it," she whispered, slowly stroking me, punctuating her love with a kiss to the mouth of my womb.

"I-I can take it," I repeated, grabbing her ass she she sped up inside of me. Rushing into me effortlessly, hitting my insides until she bottomed out and merged into me as one.

"Fuck," she moaned, I couldn't speak as tears ran to my ears.

Sylvia's "Pillow Talk" played from the record player in the corner of our new bedroom that was now soundproof.

I heard us coming together, gushing and splashing one another's proof of love onto the sheets. She fucked me so good, no matter how stormy conditions became, her love was never-ending, I never had to beg for more....it was always more than enough.