Unique I

Chapter 2 - Loving Being Loved

On her way home Unique was trying to decide what she should tell Kennard. She wanted to tell him to get his exes in check. Still, hindsight being twenty-twenty, she was embarrassed by the way she had acted and wondered what Kennard would think of her. But all of her thoughts went out the window once she put her key in the door and stepped into the house.               
     She could not believe her eyes: Kennard had gone all out for her.               
   The lighting was dimmed to a seductive low. And flickering candles provided just enough illumination to make out the trail of rose petals he’d left for her to follow.
      “Kennard,” she called out sexily.
     When he didn’t answer, she kicked off her heels and followed the white rose petals. The floral path continued through the foyer, through the great room, up the spiral staircase, down the Australian hardwood hallway, and into the master bedroom.
     There she found more candles, and rose petals on the bed in the shape of a big heart. There were hundreds of petals of various colors: red, white, yellow, and pink.
    “Material Things” by Avant flowed from the custom speakers that were built into the walls. Kennard still hadn’t revealed himself, but his presence was definitely felt all through the house. As she looked around, Unique couldn’t help but think that if she lost all of this, one day she might be a mad bitch in a Honda, too.               
     “I hope the reason you’re taking so long to get here is because you are getting undressed,” Kennard said from the bathroom.
   Unique’s nipples perked up at the sound of his voice. Her vagina had been wet since she stepped into the house and smelled those scented candles.               
     “I’m going to let you undress me,” she said as she stepped into the spa-sized bathroom. “If that’s okay with you?”
     Kennard had continued the rose theme in the sunken Jacuzzi. He sat in one of the dressing chairs, wearing nothing but black silk pajama bottoms and a seductive smile. His body was hard and chiseled like a Greek statue. “Your wish is my command, my queen. You merely have to say it, and it shall be granted.”               
     “Then what you waiting for?” Unique was ready to get this party started. “Come, daddy, and undress your queen.”
       Kennard did exactly what his woman asked. He methodically removed one piece of clothing at a time: dress, then panties, then bra. It was like peeling a banana. He paid extra attention to the soft spots.
     Unique’s body was on fire by the time her designer clothes hit the marble floor, and she was ready to be extinguished. As if he could read her mind, Kennard stepped out of his bottoms and scooped her up off of her feet and carried her to the Jacuzzi, which was big enough to hold eight people. The rose petals parted as he submerged her naked body into the perfectly heated water and the scent of lavender wafted through the air.
     They made slow, jet-powered aquatic love for the next hour, but the real sex took place above water, in their bed. Kennard had thought of everything. They got freaky with the Kama Sutra, along with oils, chocolates, fruits, and whipped cream as an appetizer. The night progressed like a hedonistic holiday. It was Independence Day, and the fireworks didn’t stop exploding until deep into the wee hours of the morning. Afterward, they fell asleep and spent the night in each other’s arms.               
     When the alarm on Kennard’s phone sounded and nudged them awake at exactly 8:00 a.m., he hit the snooze button. They spooned for the next fifteen minutes on crumpled rose petals until the pushy alarm went off again.
     “Babe, we need to get up,” Kennard said.
     Unique pouted. “Don’t we have time for a quickie?” She wanted him to think of nothing but her while he was at work.
     Kennard looked at the time, then reluctantly pulled himself from the bed. He playfully whacked her on the butt. “How about you give me a rain check?” he said. “I have to wash this chocolate out of my ears before I go to work.” His semi-hard manhood had a mind of its own, however, and it seemed to like Unique’s idea better.
     “You weren’t complaining about how sticky you were last night,” she said playfully.
     “That’s because last night I was putting in work.”               
     “And you definitely were, babe,” she agreed. “I tell you what . . . if you come back to bed right now, to save you some time, I’ll lick the chocolate off of every part of your body and clean you up real good, baby,” she offered in her sexiest voice.
     She wiped her tongue across her lips to show him what he would be missing in case he’d forgotten.
     While Kennard thought about the proposition his dick bobbed its head; as if it wanted to say, Can I get some action? He didn’t think about it for long before jumping back into the bed.
     “You’re incorrigible,” he said.
     She eyed his fully erect manhood and then gave him a devilish look. “You’re the one holding the gun, not me.”
       “I beg to differ since you’re the one who is about to blow my brains out.”
     Kennard started kissing her Australian-style—down under—and didn’t come up for air until she shook. Unique gratefully returned the favor. Afterward, Unique slipped on her thigh-length Agent Provocateur robe and went downstairs to fix Kennard breakfast while he showered.
     She whipped up turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, and cheese, and was making sandwiches on toasted croissants when she heard Kennard calling her.
     “I’m in the kitchen, babe” she yelled back.
     “Damn, something smells good in here,” he announced a second later, coming up behind her. He wrapped his hands around Unique’s waist, kissing her on the back of the neck. She loved his touch and the chemistry they shared.
      Unique turned around and got a look at him. “Dayum!”
     Kennard wore a brand-new tailored, Italian-cut suit, light gray with a four-button jacket; a crisp, striped buttoned-up gray, black, and white shirt; and black leather Gucci loafers. “Somebody’s looking good this morning!” she said.
      Kennard struck one of his patented magazine poses. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby.”
     “Am I?” she said, handing him a plate full of food. “Here, babe.”
     “Yes, you are.” He took a bite of his sandwich. “Because . . . ,” he said, with his mouth full, “I look good every morning.”               
     Unique laughed. “And that you do. I’d be the first to second that.” She tried to give him a playful love tap on the chest. “But your butt is way too conceited.”               
      “Try confident,” he said, brushing off the love tap.               
      “Try narcissistic,” she came back, with a bigger smile.               
      “Whatever,” he said, ending the debate. “You know you love it, though.”               
     “Now, that’s true,” she confessed. “But that’s only because I love everything about you. Even your snoring.”               
      “I only snore when I go to sleep on a full stomach,” said Kennard defensively.
     She gave him a tell-it-to-somebody-that-don’t-sleep-with-you look.
      “Okay, so I snore,” he admitted. “Now, are you going to walk me to the door or are you going to continue to beat me up about the few faults that I may or may not have?”               
      “Baby, whatever your faults are, I love you all the same, so you’re perfect in my eyes.”    
     “You giving me those sweet nothings already and it ain’t ten a.m. yet,” he said.
    “Yeah, your rewards for rising and shining early. You know what they say, the early bird gets the worm.” With a sexy smile, Unique walked up and cupped his package.
     “And that’s exactly why I need to head out. I’m already late.”
     “Oh, don’t you worry about that because the early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.”
    “You have way too much wisdom for your own good,” he teased. He took one last bite of the sandwich and left the remaining half of the sandwich on the plate on the table. He rose from his chair and hugged her. “Thank you for breakfast.”
     “Anytime, baby.” She smiled.
    “I gotta go get the bacon,” he said as he kissed her on the forehead and slowly let her go. Then he grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the door. Like a little puppy dog, she followed closely behind him.
    Before he left the house, they kissed in the foyer. It was a long, passionate kiss. Unique stood in the doorway until Kennard got into his car and his Maserti had disappeared completely from her sight.               
     Unique closed the door with a content smile on her lips. It was funny how her life had changed in just under a year. Her life had become a real-life motion picture, and as she stood in the foyer looking around her home, she exhaled in wonderment. Marble floors, granite countertops, vaulted ceilings, a theater room, and a Jacuzzi tub. She couldn’t believe this was all hers. Well, half hers. The craziest thing of all was that she was actually in love and hadn’t even been looking for it.               
     A part of her was waiting for the credits to roll, the lights to come up, and to find that she was still in that small bedroom in her grandmother’s house in Virginia. But the truth of the matter was that the curtains weren’t ready to drop because this drama was hardly at the end.
     In fact it was about to get real interesting.