He is real. This is my man. My husband. He is everything I could ever want.
When he was done, he moved her hair delicately to the side and washed her using a travel sized bottle of soap and a fresh white cloth. He touched her as if she were made of porcelain. So careful, so delicate. As he helped her rinse the paint off, he kissed her all along her shoulder blades.
He stood behind her like some fortress, the heat and breadth of his body consuming her. He gently wrapped his arms around her and drew her close to him. She could feel his very soul… and she shuddered… and cried out… She was having an amazing orgasm, just from his mere touch. As she fell apart in his arms, he kept her steady, on her feet, supporting her as he always did – in and out of bed. He kept kissing her, bathing her, telling her how much he loved her…
Funny how life is. Sometimes, you never know how much you need someone, until they take full control…
…Two years later
Shit happens.
The unexpected. The surprise element. It comes totally out of the blue. The ‘Well, what the hell!’ of a lifetime. Married life has been exciting – it’s been remarkable. I have not one complaint. Well, I take that back. I am tired of having to unclog the shower drain because of Yasmine’s hair jamming it up. But besides that, her move into my home, which is now our home, went quite well. She’s made this place her own but hasn’t changed things too drastically. I appreciate that. Wow… what a life. We’ve travelled to Japan, London, Thailand, Ireland, and France. We honeymooned in Kenya for fifteen days and it was the trip of a lifetime. Spas, safaris, hikes, museums, unbelievable food… And the lovemaking? Off the charts! My wife is the shit. An amazing woman with beauty and ambition coming out the ass. Here’s the thing, though… We had a lot of plans, but those plans were made to be broken…
Nixon burst out laughing at the scene on the television. It was late on Sunday night, and he knew he had a full day ahead, but for once he’d given into slothful behavior.
“Baby?” Yasmine came out of the bathroom, a toothbrush in her mouth and a short mint nightgown on. Her long black hair was parted down the middle and crinkled from the water.
“Yeah?”
“Have you seen the new Crest toothpaste I bought?” she asked around a mouthful of white foamy suds.
“Um, yeah… you put it under the vanity sink.” He pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
“Oh, that’s right! Thanks.”
She left him to enjoy more of his re-run of ‘Everybody Loves Raymond.’ His phone buzzed and he grabbed the thing off the nightstand. He read the work email, and placed the phone back down, his attention back on the television. He heard the bathroom light shut off, and Yasmine came to burrow under the covers with him. He spooned her body, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.
“You wanna meet for lunch tomorrow?” he asked. “I can’t stay long, but I could probably bring you something and we could eat it in your office.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.” She yawned.
“Mmm, baby, you smell so good…” He ran his hand along her ass, causing her to squirm and laugh. “I think you and me need to fuck around tonight…”
“You know I have court in the morning! Stop!”
“I’m not stopping anything. I need you to give me what belongs to me…” He hiked up her gown from behind and ran his finger along her panty-covered pussy.
“Okay, set the alarm and we can do it. Just let me get a little rest first.”
“All right. You’re lucky I’m feeling patient tonight.” He grabbed his phone again. “The booty call is set for four A.M.” He was serious about these fucking sessions.
She yawned again, and he reached over and rubbed her back, massaging it gently as he stared at the television.
“I’m so sleepy, Nix. But of course, that’s nothing new. We’re finally in the third trimester. Thank God! Your son won’t settle down tonight. He’s inside my stomach playing kickball. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
He glanced across the room and smiled at the large painting they’d created on their wedding night at The Cage. It hung on the wall, framed in gold… His Nymph’s beautiful silhouette was splashed in blended colors of their love. He turned off the nightstand light and adjusted himself on the