Black Coffee & Bed Sheets
An apparition of an angel – nothing short of a cherub sent from the almighty clutches of God himself – clothed in nothing more than a pair snug-fitting navy blue boxers was seated nonchalantly at the end of the bed, brown curly-cues surrounding his head like a helmet, his back ornamented with freckles and red marks and imprints of fingernails still lingering on his flesh. My first, immediate desire was to run my trembling hands down the trails along his backbone, acknowledging each one of the dark specks adorning his skin, before sliding my fingers through the luscious-looking curls atop his head and giggling an apology for writing my pleasure in scratches all over his back.
As the last of the drowsy haze subsided from my eyes, I waited for the turn of his head, so my eyes could meet the iridescent hazel ones that always smoldered ever-so-sexily into mine and always coaxed a rosy hue from my skin.
Muscles rippled underneath skin as his hands fiddled with the corner of the wrinkled blankets – bunched up and strewn due to last night’s events – and to my gratitude, over his shoulder he looked, allowing hazel to meet blue with a sugary sweet, yet terribly sexy early-morning, after-sex glance.
Neither of us could utter a sound, for fear of disturbing the gloriously tranquil atmosphere of the sunrise, and though no words were spoken, his eyes were speaking in their own way – a way that said, “only we know”, and I couldn’t have been more delighted for our amatory little secret.
I attempted to sit up, but the action took more effort than usual, due to the excruciating throbbing between my thighs; however, I managed to seat myself cross-legged after a moment, covering myself with handfuls of blanket. The amused smirk curled on his perfectly pink lips told me everything I needed to know.
“Sore, are we?” he asked, seemingly gratified, knowing he’d pushed my body to its limits.
“Just a little,” I responded, shyly twiddling with the diamond ring around my left finger and looking over the littered bundles of blankets: the havoc we had wrecked upon our bed.
He scoffed, turning to face me completely.
“If it makes you feel any better, I must admit, I went a little hard on you, considering your lack of experience.” He smirked a little wider, “I don’t blame you if you’re ‘a little’ sore.”
The heat was rising in my cheeks, for the mere topic of the heavenly sex I’d experienced was enough to embarrass me more than tripping down the stairs in a packed office building in front of two clients and your boss. I couldn’t even form coherent thoughts past the memories of ecstasy and intimate kisses and passion flowing through veins. And I’m sure the thought of overpowering, mind-controlling pleasure would be enough to subdue even the most talented minds, because even for the president of a foremost system at the California State University, my thoughts were completely restrained, and my mind was fully un-operational in any scientific way.
“But so what about a little pain, right?” he asked gently, his voice soft, but his expression still slightly amused. “It was great fun, was it not?”
“It was,” I breathed, in no shape to deny what was undeniably true.
He scooted closer to me, his smirk slowly shape-shifting in a smile as a somewhat calloused hand cupped my neck.
“It was…” he repeated, his eyes glancing from mine, to my lips, and back again.
I didn’t have time for any sort of response, for the lips that had so thoroughly attacked my body last night were hungry for more of me, and were inching closer to my own; and I couldn’t bear the wait until his met mine again, so I closed the gap myself, locking our mouths together in a beautiful tangle of tongues and teeth.
His hands against my skin this morning felt like fire as they slid down my arms, and his lips tasted like bitter, black coffee; but underneath the tartness was the taste of Toby Turner, and there was not a single delicacy on Earth that could come close in comparison of him.
“You rocked my world last night… You know that, don’t you?” he mumbled in-between kisses and nibbles, squeezing my arms. “You gave me a feeling I’d never experienced before, not in twenty-nine years.”
A wave of red-hot tingles swept through my body, creeping all the way down to my toes, electrifying every centimeter of my body; yet knowing he was no virgin forced me to ask, “What was so special about… m-me, compared to… the others?”
He sighed a little, as though this would take ages to explain, the coffee on his breath hitting my nose like a dose of caffeine injected into my blood.
“Sweetheart… the difference between the love we made last night, and the sex I’ve had with other girls, is that I’m actually in love with you, from the dark hair on your head to the obnoxious pink nail polish on your toes,” he smiled, nudging my nose with his. “I have been waiting to make love to you for years, baby girl, years. Every other time I’ve done it, it was for my personal benefit and pleasure, but last night was all for you. Last night was me, pouring out my heart for you, putting every last ounce of my devotion into your body, in hopes of proving to you the extent of my love for you.” His lips grazed mine, as though he was tempted to regain the ardor of the kiss, but he was held back by the need to continue his words.
“I married you for a reason, baby, and that reason is that I love you. And not like how you love your dog or your high-school sweetheart…” His eyes found mine, and the instant I saw them, I could see the innocent love inside them, melting, pouring, endlessly within the hazel. “I love you like a man loves his wife, times ten, and I have since the day I asked you to be mine, all those years ago. I knew it from the start, that we’d make it here, and that’s why I married you. That’s why I made love to you. Because I knew we were going to get this far. I knew you’d be the love of my life.” His fingers, long and gentle, entwined with mine and squeezed my shaking hand. His oh-so-flawless teeth bit the corner of his lip in a timidly sexy expression, and my bottom lip quivered. “I knew it,” he said, “I always have.”
