Evelyn scanned Trevor up and down from crown to sole. Openly. Ravenously. This voluptuous man’s shape matched her own.
An image of Kent flashed in Evelyn’s mind. She thought once again about how overshadowed she felt by his eclipse. How she had to let him feel likehewas the one in control, even with his deplorable lovemaking.
Trevor walked over slowly, a seductive cat. He crouched down. He got on one knee and placed his hands on her hips.
“Is this okay, Evie?” he asked for the third time.
“Are… are you sure?” Evelyn asked. She intuited what he was about to do.
“Yes.” Trevor lifted up her skirt and rolled down her black lacy panties. He landed a flurry of kisses on the inside of her thighs and placed his lips on her vagina. His soft tongue lapped deep as his hands rose to caress her behind under the dress. He hummed, a sound that evolved into a moan.
Kent’s ghost left her mind and Evelyn’s body… exploded.
A few guys had gone down on Evelyn like they knew what they were doing, but they were nothing like this, savoring her like she was a feast. Every stroke of Trevor’s tongue, a rapture. She teetered and forced herself to stand upright as she continued to take this man in. The sheen of his shoulder blades. The trail of ebony curls that went from his lower back to the deep crack of his behind… a juicy, bulbous behind that glistened in the light like his chest. His shapely thighs followed by the roundest calves she’d ever beheld. The soles of his smooth, arched feet, a bright peach that contrasted with cinnamon skin.
An ache blossomed within. Evelyn wanted more. Much more. She wanted to take his sumptuousness in and fold it into her body, absorb all of him.Possesshim, to ensure that how she felt in the moment would never end.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like this, Trevor taking his time. She closed her eyes and caressed her breasts. Delight overtook her body. Sometimes she opened her eyes just so she could gaze upon him some more and be left breathless. Eventually Trevor rose and Evelyn kissed him again, the mintiness of his breath replaced by the sweetness of what lay below. She licked his face, his forehead, his eyelids as she wrapped her legs around his torso and arms around his neck, as he wrapped his arms underneath her ass and carried her to her bed. She lay sprawled out as he took her large breasts out of her dress and held them reverently in his hands. Heplaced his lips over her areolas, her nipples so erect they hurt. His breath, lost in her bosom.
She reached for his dick, placed its heft in her palm before she devoured it, before Trevor turned his body completely around so her tongue could work him over while he once again worshipped her with his mouth. His thighs were front and center in her face, the folds of his behind a much darker sheen than the rest of his skin. Light stretch marks created a map on his ass. His anus, a pink-purple flower she’d never seen up close on a man. She stopped for a moment, unsure, and then licked him there, felt his curly hair on her tongue, tasted him, savored his muskiness. Trevor moaned and arched his back. His toes curled, the soles of his feet under her palms. His shoulders and back and thighs undulated as he massaged her body with his.
She remembered her dress was still on, the seashell pattern a bunched-up mess around her waist. Ruined. Didn’t matter.
Trevor’s lips returned to her clitoris. He kissed the insides of her knees. He turned around and whispered, “You like my big ass, Evie?” And then he continued what he was doing, not waiting for an answer. Evelyn closed her eyes and saw that the dancing blue silhouette of her dreams had returned. It grew larger, its light obscuring everything else. She had no fear, welcomed the light as it consumed her vision, as she clutched Trevor’s large, sweaty, lovely, majestic, bobbing behind and screamed so the neighbors could hear, “FINALLY!”
In all of Evelyn’s thirty-one years, there’d never been a Monday where she’d woken up with a man naked in her bed, her breasts covered in dried cum, her limbs hanging from a frock she hadn’t managed to fully remove. Like she’d been possessed. Trevor awkwardly stumbled from the covers as if embarrassed by his behavior the previous night. As if he’d also not been in his right mind.
Tenderness returned to his gaze. He kissed her while keeping his lips closed. He wanted to spare her the onslaught of dragon breath. From him? She didn’t mind.
“Can I call you later today? See what you up to?” Trevor said as he scratched his head and put on his pants and absentmindedly stuffed his boxer briefs into his pocket. She wasn’t sure why he was in a rush since he was on vacation. Maybe he didn’t want her to be late for work?
An hour later, Evelyn was at her cubicle at Mtume and knew, just absolutely knew, she didn’t want to be there. All she could think of was Trevor’s sleepy-eyed face and pillow lips and luminous chest and grape-toe feet and boulder behind and hidden rosebud. The thought of dealing with company bullshit… of being forced to deal with Fitzroy’s ill-conceived initiatives… unbearable.
In all her years at the company, how much of herself had she given to this place? How much had she ignored? Having to push each year for the raises she deserved, regardless of how hard she toiled. Having to ignore the old boys’ club that Fitzroy cultivated among senior and junior staff. Having to grin and bear it when other women received accolades and prizes based on how they looked instead of the quality of their work.
The Evelyn who’d put up with all that mess wasn’t the Evelyn sitting at Mtume right now.
You’ve been giving away your love.
Evelyn gripped the edges of her desk and checked in with her body. A new thing, really, a notion she’d never taken seriously. But that’s what she did, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Thoughts of her time with Grandmama surfaced yet again. Pride and power indeed.
There was someplace else she’d rather be.
She smiled, a big, bodacious smile, like Trevor’s Cheshire cat grin.
Hey, you free this evening?she texted him.I’m going to take off the rest of the week. We can do whatever.
Within seconds, Trevor replied with smiley face emojis, tongues sticking out.Yes please. Lemme know time.
Evelyn began to send emails to her boss and other members of her team. She declared that she needed to take off for the week, asked colleagues to cover certain accounts. She had enough vacation time squared away that she could be out of the office for well over a month if she chose.
“Girl, on Friday youfinallyhad on jeans and a sweater ’stead of walking around here like Ms. Mortician with your blazers,” Chyna declared upon swinging by Evelyn’s desk during lunch. “And now you up in here, grinnin’ all day. Grinnin’ on your way to the Renaissance. Grinnin’ staring at the computer screen. What’s going on, sis? You either got a new puppy or you’re getting some.”
Evelyn looked at Chyna, leaned in, and whispered, “Well, yes, actually, Ididjust get some. The most wonderful, spectacular ‘get some’ I think I’ve ever had.”
“I knew it!” Chyna clutched Evelyn’s sleeve. “So how good was it? What’s he like?” she whispered. Chyna had a penchant for going into details, but Evelyn was usually the one listening. “I want visuals, smells, tastes… the full tactile experience, girl…everything.”
Evelyn tried to fill in her colleague best she could, though common sense dictated that she be somewhat discreet, since Chyna was a notorious gossip. An hour later at 2 p.m., she stopped by the reception area, bidding goodbye to the receptionist, when Fitzroy came running up to her. “I just saw your email,” he belted. “You can’t take off this week. We have new accounts to manage.”
