Two Weeks
An excerpt from His Last Wish
Belinda believes she has found her happily ever after but it is after tragedy turns her life upside down, she discovers she didn’t really know the man she married. Below is a spicy excerpt from His Last Wish.
She had been running late, the alarm hadn't gone off and it was by chance Belinda had flopped over into a position for a chard of morning light to pierce her right eyelid that was closed tight.
She had jumped out of bed and looked around to see the bedroom she shared with Kwame was awash with morning light and not the gloom of dawn.
"Oh, no, oh, no," had become her mantra as Belinda scrambled into the bathroom. In record time, she had gotten ready and dashed out of the house. No leisurely breakfast, no taking her supplements, no relaxed morning routine. And it was a good thing because Belinda had made it to work on time with half a minute to spare.
It would have not been right, having asked to leave early and then arriving to work late. Belinda was going to pick up Kwame from the airport and she wanted to be the one to greet him. He had been gone for two weeks down at Santa Romaine, working on bringing the newly acquired Bahia Beach Club online with the rest of the Carlson resorts and hotels.
Husband and wife had barely made it home. At one of the traffic lights, they had been beeped from behind because Kwame's hand had found its way between Belinda's thighs.
"God, I missed you," Kwame flung his luggage to the side and turned around to face Belinda as she closed the door behind her. Crossing the space, he claimed her lips. His tongue flitted against the line of her lips before being granted entrance.
"I..." Belinda panted as Kwame planted heated kisses along her jaw then down her neck. "I missed you more," she moaned as his hardness pressed against her.
Kwame gripped her hips, his hands sliding backward as he hoisted Belinda up. Was it him guiding her legs around his hips or did she do it instinctively? It didn't matter.
Belinda cupped his face and kissed him, needing to feel him, taste him as much as she needed to breathe. Then she pulled away and looked into her husband's eyes. Two weeks were too long.
"Put me down," she instructed, wanting him as much as he wanted her, but it wasn't going to work this way.
"Baby," he growled as his arousal rubbed against her heated center.
"Put me down," Belinda leaned forward and nipped on his lower lip.
When Kwame did, Belinda pulled her blouse out of the waist of her skirt. Then she made quick work of removing everything and when she looked up from kicking off her panties, she was greeted with Kwame's cock pointing at her.
Two weeks were much too long.
"Now where were we," she smiled up at him.
Without saying a word, Kwame hoisted her up with Belinda's back against the door. Slowly he pressed his hardness against her heated folds until they gave way to it. She quivered as inch by inch, he filled her until his pelvis pressed against her clit.
"Baby," his voice was husky.
"You said you missed me," Belinda shifted around him, rolling her hips to feel all of him. "Then show me."
It was slow at first as Kwame withdrew then slammed his length and girth deep into Belinda's wetness. Then he went faster, then faster, sending sparks of desire throughout her body setting Belinda on fire. With each thrust, Kwame took her to the edge and she heard herself whimper as she felt all of him buried and snug deep in her.
Then Kwame stopped and before Belinda could shriek her displeasure of being brought so close to the edge, he leaned forward and licked the tip of her nipple.
Two weeks were much too long.
The tremor started at the core of her and swept through Belinda. So lost in the climax, she didn't notice that Kwame had started thrusting again. Then the first madness rolled into the second and Belinda's fingers dug into Kwame's arm. Somehow, she was holding on until....
"Oh, God," how could there be a...
"Baby..." Kwame's cock slammed into her and stayed there.
All Belinda could hear was a roar. Every inch of exposed skin was covered in goose pimples as she felt the meaning of life and knew what lay on the far end of the universe.
"Baby?" Belinda felt his forehead against hers and she had to blink a few times to see Kwame right there in front of her.
"God, I missed you," she managed to smile. "But I better let you rest," Belinda shifted until Kwame released her.
"Why do I need rest?" he asked in spite of the slur of his voice.
"Because next, there is the kitchen," Belinda started to pick up their clothes. "Then the dining room and the living room. Or is it the living room, then the dining room?" she stood up and looked across at her grinning husband. Then with a shrug, "Whichever and if we're lucky, we'll make it to the bedroom," she winked at him, then walked to said bedroom with Kwame a few steps behind.
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