Back at Ms. E’s place, Marvin Gaye suggests they get it on. The lovers take a break from dinner preparation to dance to his classic love jam and consider his suggestion. Candles provide soft light to the room and flicker with delight as the couple circles by. She wears a tight black top, a string of white pearls, a short black apron, and black heels.
Her bootie and legs are naked; her love cove barely covered by the white lace adorning the apron hem. They join Marvin for the chorus and then kiss in the middle of the room. He wraps her bootie in his hands and lifts her to him; she wraps her legs around his waist.
“I love you so much!” MK barely manages to eke out his heartfelt exaltation between a rushing stream of kisses. “Your date night surprise has left me speechless and you know me, rarely am I at a loss for words.”
“Mexico did the same to me MK.”
They breathe hard, kiss hard, squeeze each other tight. He sashays her backward to an empty kitchen counter and seats her bare bottom on the tile surface. Their kisses follow the rhythm of the music. She scoots her hips forward and rubs her pussy against his love stick in time with the sensuous beat.
“I want you inside me old man.” She undoes his belt buckle, his pants slide down to the floor. The erection that has been growing in his pants all evening explodes out of his underwear like a deep-sea diver emerging from unseen depths desperate for air. MK’s dick slides to her waiting pussy. She takes him inside her and they slow grind together, still dancing, his dick a metronome, her pussy harmonic strings.
“I’ll never think of this song in the same way again. I think I might get wet every time I hear it.” She mixes her tongue with her words whispered into his ear. Chill bumps rush down his back.
“I will never slow dance again without thinking of being inside you, Ms. E.”
He leans back to watch his dick rock back and forth between her golden thighs, sugar lips extending out each time he withdraws and tightening their grip with each return penetration. “Oh, you feel so good inside me. Just leave your dick right there …”
“Shoot, there’s something burning…” Ms. E pulls back and sniffs the air.
“That would be us.”
“No silly man, that would be garlic.” She scoots her bare ass back on the counter.
His fingers transfer a kiss from his lips to her wet pussy, “I’ll see you later.” He hustles to the stove, erection bobbing up and down, and moves the offending skillet off its burner.
“Saved by a dick!” she applauds.
“Quite a unit, isn’t it? What an aroused dick can’t do.”
“Apparently most anything but fit back into some underwear once it gets excited.”
She playfully slaps it. “Down boy, we got a dinner to cook.”
He leaves off the drawers and steps back into his pants. “Don’t let Mr. Man get caught up in that zipper now. I’m not ready for a ‘There’s Something About Mary’ pre-prom moment.”
Laughter joins the candles to further light up the room. “Remind me of that next time I’m about to shoot a load of cum. I wouldn’t want it to end up as part of your curls.”
He stands back to watch her chop up replacement garlic, her brown round bootie perfectly framed by a black drawstring and apron edges. “Look at that… my goodness.” His eyes take it all in.
“What?”
“You, that’s what, no way I can resist. Don’t let me interrupt you. I just have to sneak a little taste of a legit gourmet meal.” He kneels behind her and makes sweet love to her ass taking her cheeks into his mouth, licking her, sighing deeply with each delicious taste. He swivels through her spread legs and sits on the floor, face between her thighs. Cupping her ass in his big hands, he licks the length of her pussy before circling her clit. Her wet response ignites his already raging desire to the point where she has to put down her knife.
“Follow me,” she takes him by the hand and leads him back to the counter where they minutes ago suffered coitus interruptus. Hopping back up, she spreads her legs and pulls his face firmly between luscious brown thighs. His hands find their way to her hips and he satiates himself on her pussy until she cums in his mouth.
“Ahhh, a little sauce for the barbecued lamb chops.”
“You are a sick man.”
He stands up between her legs and runs his tongue around her mouth. “Have a little taste, my dear, from one lip to another. I don’t care what we have for dinner; there is nothing that compares to the taste of you.” A kiss on her forehead follows. “But, that said; let’s get back to preparing our sumptuous banquet, my beautiful woman.”
As mouthwatering as her sweet cream tastes, dinner presents its own delight: flame-licked lamb chops rubbed with olive oil, garlic, rosemary, and black pepper; grilled asparagus, a garlic and parmesan cheese-laden Caesar salad and fingerling potatoes fried crispy in a wok, tantalize their taste buds.
More candlelight illuminates the dining room. Piano jazz floats from the stereo. They sit next to each at the dining room table. “Who sits next to each other at the table in their own home? Man, you got it bad MK.”
“Yes, I do. How can I kiss you between bites if you’re all the way on the other side?”
“Where did you come from?” she smiles and shakes her head at this man whose every action announces his love for her.
“I’m from another era Ms. Erotica; you brought me back to life.”
They bite, chew, swallow, kiss, and marvel at how perfect everything is: they repeat the process until their plates are clean, stomachs full, taste buds overflowing with a multitude of delectable tastes.
She insists on washing the dinner dishes. He insists on kissing her neck while drying every item she cleans. Dessert is saved for the movie they plan to watch after cleanup: “Love and Basketball.”
“I don’t care how many times I watch this movie, I still love it.”
“I have to agree, MK. I like the innocence of her love. It never changes. It’s the perfect dream come true fairy tale. You think love can be like that?”
“Like what?” putting down the remote, he turns to face Ms. E on the couch.
“Innocent. Pure. Unscathed by the baggage we gather along the way to getting where we are now.”
“I want to say ‘yes’ because I want to believe in untarnished romantic love.”
“All my girlfriends say that guys have a harder time getting involved in new relationships after a break-up than girls do.”
“Do you agree?”
“I do, guys always saying things like, ‘no way I’m getting married again, that’s the last time I let a woman do me like that.’ You know I’m right. That’s what you think, isn’t it MK?”
He considers her question before responding. It’s safer that way. Don’t want to say the wrong thing and have a woman jump on it—worse yet, to have her bring it up later…You remember that time we were talking and you said…’ No, he’s got to think this through.'”
“Well…” she wants an answer.
“Let me ask a question first. So, you’re saying that women get over things and are more ready to move on after they’ve been burned. They let go of things better than guys, right?”
“That’s right.”
“I’ll admit I’ve been a little gun shy since my divorce. I don’t want to just jump into something and have it turn out bad. So, yeah, I may be more cautious. But…”
“Oh, here we go with a ‘but’…but what, dear man?”
“But if the right woman comes along, I like to think that I would still be willing to take the leap.”
“You mean get married?”
“No, not a leap into marriage necessarily, but a leap into a serious relationship while leaving a door open for a possible marriage someday.”
“Hmmm, your attorneys write that for you?” He doesn’t have to look to know her posture but he has to peek anyway so she doesn’t ask why he can’t look at her when she’s talking. Legs crossed, right index finger touching her cheek just below and to the side of her eye, lips pursed—exactly how he imagined. A smile spreads across his face.
“You find me amusing?”
“I wouldn’t say I find you amusing as much as I find you to be absolutely delightful, especially right now. May I kiss you?”
She shakes her head, her demeanor softens, “Yes you may, dear man.” A simple kiss leads to a passionate make-out session. During a shared break for air, he whispers, “You bring back an innocence to love that I thought was only reserved for folks much younger than us. Being with you makes me feel giddy, willing to believe that anything is possible and I thank you for that. Whether my attorney would approve or not, I love you dearly and want nothing more than to be with you for a long, long time.”
Ms. Erotica looks My’Kuyah directly in his eyes and says nothing for what feels like to him forever. Finally, she breaks her silence, “Can we watch the movie now?”
“Great idea.”
She sits on his lap, enveloped in his arms, he lets go only to feed her small bites of cobbler and to kiss her neck throughout the film. “Put your finger in me MK,” She purrs as he does so, her waiting pussy already wet. She turns to kiss him, “Get me real wet.” His index finger joins his middle one and together they fuck her pussy while his thumb rubs her clit. The rhythm of her breathing increases along with the pace of his fingers. Chaka Khan’s soundtrack contribution “Sweet Thing” augments their lovemaking.
She grabs his hand out from her pussy, rises from the couch, and leads him back to the kitchen counter. Legs spread, hands outstretched in front of her, she raises her naked ass, “Fuck me My’Kuyah, fill me up with that big love toy of yours.”
He reaches between her thighs and guides his pulsing erection into her dripping wet pussy.
“Harder, Daddy ‘Kuyah, fuck me harder.”
Standing on his toes, he obliges her command and pumps his dick in and out of her with everything he has.
“Yes, that’s it, oh yes, fuck me.”
Both hands grab hold of her hips and rock her back and forth on his ecstatic dick.
“Don’t stop. I’m going to cum, don’t stop. Ohhhh!” she screams. MK continues to fuck her while Ms. E continues to cum with audible pleasure.
They collapse on to the counter, gasping for breath. He withdraws from her pussy and carries her back to the couch where he covers her with a blanket and lays her across his lap. Maxwell sings “This Woman’s Work”, the movie is about to end.
“What a date I turned out to be,” she says in a sleepy voice. “You’re going to think I’m one of those ‘feed me, fuck me, put me to bed kind of girls.’”
“And the problem?”
“Hush, don’t ruin a perfect evening.” Her words get out just before she falls asleep in his arms.
