I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Thinking that Hollis had left without telling me, I sprang up from the bed and ran straight to the living room, where I met him seated with Maxine and Castello, speaking in a hushed tone.
His eyes glowed when he saw me, and I literally ran into his arms before looking up to meet the gaze of a smiling Maxine and Castello.
“I thought you’d left without telling me.” I murmured against my husband’s shirt.
“I would never do that.” He replied and kissed my hair. “Hungry?” He asked.
I shook my head and took a seat opposite him, flashing a smile at my brothers-in-law. Hollis bent forward and stole a kiss before he continued speaking with his brothers.
God knows I didn’t hear a single word of what he was saying, I was just staring at the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. He looked way better and more rested than last night and that alone told me how much our quarrels affect him.
When Maxine and Castello were ready to leave, Hollis started a phone call. I padded over and bolted the door behind Maxine and Castello. This brought a look of surprise to Hollis’s face as he turned toward the direction of the door.
I started stripping. My chiffon pajama top came off first, followed by my trousers. Hollis remained on call, but his gaze was on me, hot and avid.
“Can we pick this up later in the day, Cicero,” he said to the person he was on the phone with.
Then he hit the phone screen just before my pants landed on his head. He pulled my pants into his lap and leaned back in his chair. Then he brought it to his nose and inhaled it.
Setting his elbows on the armrests and steepling his fingers together. He stared lustfully at me.
“You are putting on a striptease for me. What the hell did I do to deserve this?”
“Men are so predictable.” I laughed. “I was thinking I should give you a good blow job to put you in a better mood before you leave.”
He arched his brow. “I like where this is going and you know I’ve been nothing but good. I would really love to see what you do to me.” He said.
He set my pants on his phone and unfolded from the chair in a leisurely, graceful rise. I moved up to him, and placed my palms flat to his broad chest. He was such a strong, physically powerful man.
I looked up at him, and his hand went up to my neck, wrapping around it. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He said huskily, watching me with searing intensity. “Sometimes, I can hardly breathe when I’m around you.”
His eyes revealed so much yearning and turmoil. He was literally making me feel loss of power, a sense of being dependent on someone else for every breath I took. I tilted my head back, and surrendered to him, expectation of what I’d gain with such surrender coursed through me.
An exhalation left him. “What do you need, Baby?”
“You.” I gasped.
His hands slid over my shoulders and squeezed, then caressed the length of my arms. His fingers linked with mine and he nuzzled our temples together.
…..
“Oh, God.” My hands fisted his shirt and my back arched as Hollis pinned my hips to the couch and fluttered his tongue across my clit.
My vision turned blurry as my core tightened viciously in preparation for orgasm. Even at this point, he was still fully dressed.
“I’m ready.” I pushed my fingers into his hair, feeling the dampness at the roots.
“That’s for me to decide.” He murmured against my skin.
“I want you inside me. Hollis.” I groaned.
“You’re so sensitive now.” He said.
Lifting his head, he licked his lips. Then he rose up, pulling his weight away from mine. My pre-orgasmic haze faded as I felt the warmth his body provided me, disappear.
He winked at me and licked his lips before saying, “You’re going to hang in there until I get back tomorrow. I want you horny and desperate for me.”
“What…” I breathed out, totally against the idea. “What are you saying?”
“You heard me, baby.” He said and stepped closer.
Stretching out his hands, he pulled me up and carried me into our bedroom, heading straight to the bathroom to clean me up.
“Surely you can’t punish yourself too.” I tried making him see another reason why he should fucking-fuck me.
But he kissed my temples and smiled. “That’s the beauty of it.”
I pouted, showing off my defiance. “Maybe I should help myself…”
“Don’t even try it.” He warned sternly and kissed my cheeks. “These fingers…” He touched my fingers. “Can only go down here…” He touched my clit and I felt a surging wave of electricity run through me. “Only if I order them to.” He concluded.
“Well, if you must know, there are other things that can go down there, aside my fingers.” I chuckled.
“Yeah, that’s true. That’s why I got rid of every other thing that can do that, except me.”
I started laughing. What the hell! “You got rid of… You got rid of my…”
“Dildo. Yes.” He completed it.
I stared at him, and he returned my gaze with the same intensity, but I noted the slight trace of tenderness underneath it.
Then his lips twitched. “Whatever it can do for you, I’ll do more and better.” He stroked my cheeks. “You don’t need a dildo.”
He washed off the remaining soap on my hair and brought two bath towels. First, he tied up my wet hair with helped me out of the tub, before wrapping the other one around me.
Then he carried me into the closet and for the first time, he selected a dress for me and helped me wear it.
“I’m going to miss your cute face.” He whispered and I blushed.