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“Yes.”
“Am I’m supposed to forgive you?”
“I hope so.”
She nodded and didn’t move. “You hurt me, Eric.”
“I know baby and I’m sorry. I never should have spoken to you like that.” He started crawling towards her. She stood with her arms folded in front of her not smiling. She had him right where she wanted him, begging. He stopped at the end of the bed looking up at her like a lost little boy. “Forgive me?”
“I don’t know.”
“I thought that’s why you agreed to meet me.”
She looked over at the night stand and spotted her favorite champagne, glasses and sliced peaches. “Peaches?”
“I know they’re your favorite.” He stood up and walked over and dropped a peach slice in each glass and filled them with champagne and turned around. He looked up and stopped in his tracks. Kyla was standing with her coat open and her hands on her hips. “Nice boots.”
“I thought you might like them.”
“Yeah, they go perfect with your skin tone.” He walked toward her and handed her a glass. She slowly sipped the gold bubbling liquid and let out a soft sigh. “You came over here like that?” Referring to her beautiful mocha birthday suit which was hidden under her coat.
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
“No.” He noticed her empty glass. “Refill?”
“Please.” He thought maybe it was a dream. When he turned around again, his eyes confirmed it wasn’t a dream. She dropped her coat and he started walking toward her.
He handed her a glass and watched as she drank it in one swallow. She reached inside and took the peach slice and placed it in her mouth slowly sucking on it before biting down and chewing. His eyes got wider as he watched her eat the juicy fruit slice before slowly swallowing the last bite. He followed her lead and took the glasses and walked back to the night stand.
“Get into bed,” she barked. He followed her orders without hesitation. She waited for him to get under the sheet. “Pull the sheet back.” Again he did as told. He sat still, afraid to smile. He was hoping this wasn’t a repeat of the other day, and that she was ready to forgive him and let him apologize.
She crawled into bed and slowly inched her way up to him like a cat stalking her prey. The closer she got, the more difficult it was for him to contain his excitement. She crawled on top of him getting in his face. “How sorry are you?” she purred. He reached up to touch her and she stopped him. She shook her head and whispered, “No touching.” She nuzzled his neck and ran her tongue across his cheek biting his lip. “How sorry are you?” she asked again. She pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately. She eased closer pressing her body against his. The heat from her body mixing with her parfum was intoxicating. She grabbed his hands and pinned them down next to him. She asked again, “How…sorry…are…you?” She slid her tongue inside his mouth, kissing him hard as he grew more excited. She let go of his hands and he pulled her to him, rolling her onto her back.
He didn’t need to close his eyes pretending Kyla was there. He smiled and moaned as he reintroduced himself to her. She grabbed him from behind pushing him deeper inside. Her aunt’s words bouncing off the inside
of her head. Today she didn’t care if Eric knew how much she enjoyed herself. She called out his name and it excited him even more. He pressed harder, hoping she’d say it again. She held on tight as he cried out. He tried moving, but she held him tightly. Barely able to breathe, with sweat dripping from his body and the sounds of their love making filling the room, he pressed on. She cried out again and he joined her.
Searching for air, they lay locked in each other’s arms. He thought last week with Olivia was good, but it was nothing compared to being with Kyla. She knew how to do things that could drain a three hundred pound wrestler. He relaxed and rested on top of her trying to catch his breath.
“Baby, that was amazing,” he said in between breathes.
She wiped the sweat rolling down his face. “I think you’re really sorry.”
He rolled over onto his side of the bed. “I can’t believe you kept the boots on…very sexy.”
She lay on her stomach with her legs crossed in the air with him gently stroking her back, resting his hand on her behind. She looked at Eric and thought about what Sean had said about his slip up. She wondered if Eric ever felt guilty about their arrangement.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
Resting her face in her hands, smiling she replied, “Nothing.” He leaned over and kissed her. “What time do you have to leave?”
“Seven thirty.”
She looked at the clock on the night stand, it was four thirty. “Oh.” He kissed her again.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Yeah?”
