Veda and Charles: I Want A Love I Can Feel…

We left the restaurant and went straight to his house. The sun was just going down. It peaked through the blinds casting a soft glow against his bronze-colored skin and hazel eyes. He laid his head against the headboard. I sat on his lap marveling at his sculpted features—his beautiful moist lips framed by a sexy goatee that broadcast perfectly white teeth when he smiled. I inhaled and appreciated the moment. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“How handsome you are and how much I want you to make love to me,” I whispered.

Before he could speak, I placed my index finger gently against his lips and said, “And, how much I love you.” He gave me that same dreamy-eyed stare he did when we first got to the restaurant. He kissed my finger tips, cupped my shoulders and pulled me to him and started kissing my neck down to my shoulder. I reached for his shirt and I unbuttoned every last button until my hands could easily fit inside, to massage his chest.

I angled my head slightly to look at him, then took a deep breath and shook my head. I had never seen a man so fine in my life. Just looking at Charles turned me on. He pulled me closer to him, brushed the spaghetti straps from my shoulders and unzipped my dress. It cascaded off of my body and he watched it fall inch by inch, exposing the parts of my body that said I was a woman. He laid me on the bed, stood up and took his shirt off, exposing his well-defined muscular physique. He was so sexy.

Extending his hand, he motioned for me to join him. As I stood up, my dress fell to the floor. He reached for me, his moist lips nipping at my neck, slowly moving toward my mouth as he unhooked my bra. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, unfastened his belt, then unzipped his pants and slid my arms around his waist, forcing the remainder of his clothing free. He tilted my chin up toward his inviting lips as I felt his bare body against mine.

I stroked his face and watched his lips trace the upper region of my body as his mouth took possession of my breast. I trembled, slowly easing my head back, breathlessly moaning his name as the full width of his strong hands gently caressed my back.

“Are you okay, baby?”

I put my cheek next to his and nodded yes. He laid me on the bed and reached for a condom as I removed the contraceptive from my purse. We enjoyed preparing ourselves to bring each other pleasure. That alone was truly an erotic experience—a private moment that belonged only to us.

Feeling self-conscious, I quickly slid between the sheets. Charles laid next to me and kissed me as he whispered, “Baby, are you cold?”

“No.”

“I want to watch you make love to me,” he said, as he pulled the sheets toward the foot of the bed.

My eyes widened and I felt myself start to fidget. Charles gently laid on top of me and held me to him in an effort to calm me down. I put my arms around him. He kept kissing me.

I wanted to please Charles. My desire to touch him intimately was urgent. I started massaging the back of his neck down to his beautiful broad shoulders, my eyes met his gaze as my hands eased around his waist then I lost my nerve to go any further. He smiled lovingly and stroked my cheek. He took my hand and placed it gently there and said, “It’s okay, baby, you can touch me there.”

I buried my face in his chest as I explored his manhood. He was so patient with me I could feel myself starting to relax, but I still wanted to be underneath the covers. He kissed me tenderly as he moved gingerly against my body. I felt the moist heat from his breathing on my neck as his movements became more accelerated. A warm rush of blood raced through my body. I cupped the back of his neck as he increased the cadence of his movements. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of his manhood enter my body. I nearly lost my mind.

He raised up and looked at me while he made love to me. As he gazed down at me, the thrill of seeing Charles make love to me made me light headed. I reached for him; he kissed me and positioned my legs around his back as he guided the rhythm of my movements in perfect syncopation with his. He began kissing me and whispered, “Baby, I want you to experience lovemaking on the most supreme level. I want you to know the pleasure of reaching an orgasm and I don’t want to rush you.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d experienced an orgasm before, but if it was half as good as he was making me feel right now, I didn’t know if I could take it. I whispered in his ear, “What does it feel like?”

He looked into my eyes and said, “You’re about to know.” When I felt him go deeper inside of me, I began to pant. My breathing became more labored. He pulled my hips up closer to his body as his movements increased. I felt myself slipping into a deep trance as my body started to shiver. I held on to Charles so tight, he could barely breathe. He gently held my face as he looked down at me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and screamed.

I knew I had just experienced my first real orgasm. Charles moved ever so slightly as I heard him moan and call out my name. Then he laid his head on my chest and whispered, “I love you, Veda.”

The room was so quiet; I could hear the beating of our hearts. Charles wrapped his arms around my entire body and placed his face against my cheek as we shared the pleasure of the moment. He lay on top of me perfectly still, never exiting my body. I felt the pulse of him inside of me. I placed my arm around his neck and caressed his face as I lightly kissed him on the cheek. His lips glided across my face until they met mine. They were moist and his tongue was warm and sweet. As we kissed, I felt the movement of his body and the swelling of his manhood inside of me. His kisses became more intense. As his breathing increased, he whispered, “I can’t get enough of you.”

I felt myself yearn for him to continue and my body began to move in harmony with his. He felt so good inside of me, I could have screamed. He shifted my body slightly so that I was on top of him. He placed his hands on my hips as he gently guided my movements with his. I felt his hands caress my breasts as we both reached a new level of pleasure once again.

The weekend with Charles was amazing. I couldn’t wait, soon I’d become Mrs. Charles Winston Caziere.

Monica Webber…

I, Monica Webber, was no match for the average person when it came to getting what I wanted. Come hell or high water I’d see to it that I came out on top. I’d grown accustomed to having my way. Whatever Monica wanted, Monica got, was my motto and I was not about to alter my convictions now.

Thinking back, it was unfortunate that I’d let a marvelous opportunity slip through my fingers by being too crazy and demanding—according to my so-called friends. I could have married into a cushy lifestyle if I hadn’t lost Charles Winston Caziere, the son of one of Beaumont’s wealthiest families. I was constantly longing to get him back.

Disgusted with my social status, I was itching to change my plight, although I realized all too well, my current lot in life was a result of my own doing. I had no one else to blame: It was my choice not to finish college. It cost me my inheritance and now I’d been relegated to a thankless job, left with the haunting frustration of a love lost.

On the way home, I got to thinking about how much I hated that damn job. I was so frustrated with my life. I deserved better. Forget office work—I was quitting. I needed a man who had the wealth and position to make my life better. And Charles Winston Caziere was just the person to do it!

Instinctively, my car headed in the direction of his parents’ house. A plan had taken root in my brain. I’d use Nina, a long-time friend of ours to help me get Charles back. I pulled into a long, winding driveway that led way to a beautiful French portico with pillars flanking the entrance, adorned by large, majestic, well-manicured hedges that surrounded the exterior. I parked, rang the doorbell and in seconds, Mrs. Caziere stood in front of me, looking amazed.

“Monica, I’m surprised to see you.”

“I know, Mrs. Caziere. I just stopped by to say hello.”

“Come in, dear. How are your parents?” she asked, slowly closing the door behind me.

“Oh, they’re fine. You know I don’t live at home anymore.”

“Well, yes, I was aware, but I’m sure you still see them often.”

“Not as often as I’d like,” I said, taking a seat across from her. Not one to mince words, I got right down to the real reason for my visit.

“Mrs. Caziere, I was wondering if you could give me Nina’s phone number. I haven’t seen her in so long. As a matter of fact, I haven’t seen Nina since she moved to California. I wanted to call her and catch up on old times.”

“Why, I’m surprised you don’t have it, as close as you and Nina were.”

“I did but I lost it.”

Mrs. Caziere looked at me in disbelief. I could tell she wasn’t quite convinced, but she pulled out her address book and gave me Nina’s number anyway. I talked to her for a few more minutes, trying to be polite before I said my goodbyes. I wanted to be on good terms with my future mother-in-law.

When I arrived home, I tossed the box with my belongings from the office in the corner of my apartment and changed into my robe.

I went to my desk to retrieve the instructions I’d been given by the palm reader. Years ago, I had tried to put a spell on Charles by practicing witchcraft, but failed because I lost my nerve. This time it was different. I’d follow it through to the letter. Charles would be under my spell—he’d be mine. I had made up my mind—I was going to get Charles back, no matter what it took.

In a matter of days, everything was in place and I was on a plane headed to California to claim what was rightfully mine: Charles Winston Caziere. As far as I was concerned, nothing and no one was going to stop me!

Trouble In Paradise…
Psycho-bitch! I can’t believe she had the nerve to call me a psycho-bitch. I’ve got her psycho-bitch alright, I fumed to myself. I had to think and think quickly. My wedding was less than three weeks away but I felt more like a bounty hunter than a bride-to-be. Monica Webber was used to going for bad, not respecting the law. Well, I was about to change all that. I had to handle my business. Ain’t no sleazy, low-life cow from Beaumont gonna come out here and take over. I’ll be damned if I let her stop me. I’ll make good on my promise. Calhoun women don’t play.