"Are you okay?" Raymond asked.
I nodded, my mouth dry. "Am fine."
He returned his gaze to the wound. "Remember in our school days, the time you stepped on that piece of glass in the park."
"Oh, it was you. You had to carry me back to the car."
"Mmm." He rubbed his fingers across the bandage.
I stifled a smile. "Some hero. It practically killed me. It was almost a mile."
"Almost two." He looked up again. Our eyes met and held. "Do you remember how you thanked me?"
"Yes," I whispered, lowering my head. "I remember."
I felt the urge to kiss him as he brushed his hand through my hair. I closed my eyes and parted my lips.
"Mummy!" Martin called.
Saved by my son. If he hadn't had called, I would have kissed him. Catching my breath, I looked at Raymond.
"Where are you!"
"Answer the boy, he is looking for his mama," Raymond said.
"Honey, am in the bathroom."
Martin ran t
"Howdy," Raymond said.He looked up from the toast I was buttering. I turned to see him standing by the doorway. He wore no shirt, revealing his sexy body. He only appeared on sweat pants, his huge bulge was on display.He had rubbed a shaving cream on his beards that turned me on. I couldn't help it, I was lost in his masculine act. Just him shaving made me so wet and made my nipples to be erect.I was biting my lips, imagining him taking control over my body. But I had to come back to my senses. Each time I would be lost in this man, I should remember that my husband died because of what he did, it makes the erotic feeling go away and anger come in."Howdy," I repeated."How was your night?""It was great."Last night was terrible, I couldn't stop thinking that I almost kissed him yesterday. I couldn't sleep, I kept on tossing from one side of the bed to another."Your eyes tell me that you didn't have a goo
Martin said, "I do like the girl you met at the elevator the other day."Raymond smiled. "Does she like you too?""Yeah, she does. She and her grandparents just moved in. She said her father was shot on his neck and he had a baby mama. His baby mama left her in the hands of her grandparents.""What's her name?""Grace."Raymond remembered that Martin's daughter's name was Grace. He knew that the boy talked of Venessa's husband, Martin Peter.Raymond said, "I sent them a card to welcome them to the neighborhood.""That's cool."With reverent fingers, Belinda touched the ribbon and untangled a card decorated with a hand-drawn horse. She read, "Welcome to the neighborhood.""I think New York people are very friendly. New Hampshire just keeps reminding me of the death of my son." Peter said."Well, I'll call to thank them," Belinda said, retrieving the card."Raymond and Martin. Martin! Why does everythin
Martin looked over his shoulder at Raymond, asking that he be pushed a little bit higher. I heard this and that got me angry. I had been angry about their bond, I couldn't believe Martin could be attached to him because he never gets easily attached to anybody.Davidson wheeled up behind me, he watched a great father and son moment. "Don't they look perfect together?" He asked."They don't," I responded, furiously.The anger charged over me as I walked towards them. "How can you even think to push my baby higher. What if he was hurt?""Mom I wanted to go higher. It's more fun." Martin said."Martin! You could get hurt if you keep going higher.""I won't mom. I want to go higher.""You can't. I am your mother and I know what's best for you.""But mom -"Raymond said, "Your mom is right, buddy. She's the boss and we follow orders, right?""Guess so," Martin responded.I and Martin used to be like
I took in a deep breath and knocked on the door."Come in," Raymond said.I entered the room. "I came to give you your dinner." I gently placed the tray on the floor. He was in the bathroom having a shower, so I had to raise my voice a little bit louder, "I also came to apologize.""Okay. Wait, am coming out."He didn't waste time as he appeared, in all glory, so tempting. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was so muscled and strong. He had well-built abs, broad shoulders, and chest.Temptation, that's all I see when I looked at him. Sweet temptation got the best of me, I guess I wasn't that strong. He had lowered the towel beneath his waistband. I lowered my eyes, damn! I wanted him.The room smell was calling for romance. A gentle breeze blew past us. I was losing it. I could hear my heart, it was beating even faster. My pulse scrambled and I was sexually aroused."I see you brought me food. Tha
"I'm sorry," Raymond said."You know, before his illness, he was big, strapping, full of strength and confidence. I loved to see him that way, I used to admire him, his smile mostly, but now he has lost his smile."We both talked till it clocked 8 and we decided to start preparing."What's in there." Raymond asked."Replicas of Simba's costumes from the Broadway production of the lion king.""We've got to hurry, we all need to get changed and ready to leave by 9," I said. "Do I wear makeup with this or this?""Um, probably just some neutral tones. Maybe that nice lipstick you wore the other day." Raymond answered."No, I mean something you know... tribal."Martin looked up at me with bewilderment, his eyes wide. "Mommy, is that your costume?""Mommy's not finished yet, honey. Let the babysitter do your makeup, so he can help me."Raymond started on Martin's face. "Laa Laa, babysitter. I'm Laa Laa." Martin ra
I and Belinda took Martin and Grace out to the pond at the central park on a Saturday. The two children both stood at the water edge of the lake.Grace rubbed her hand on the mud and then on his cheeks. "You are now an Indian who is getting married, I have applied a mud on your face as tumeric.""But mud can't make a skin glow.""I know it can't but consider it to make your skin glow." She laughed."I will have to apply yours." He said, grabbing a handful of mud. "I will have to apply this on your cheeks, come what may."She ran off, as he started chasing her. They had played, at a point, they took off their clothes and approached me and Belinda."Grace doesn't have a penis but I do, why is that so?"I cleared my throat. "The both of you are not the same, she is a girl, girls don't have penises, only boys do.""But I want us to be the same." He cried."That's not possible. Now, wear your clothes."
Raymond had dropped Martin off at school, he meets Davidson in the sitting room when he came back. He walked over to him and sat beside him. "Have you called your wife since she went back to New Hampshire?" "No." "Don't you miss her?" He ignored Raymond. "I know you miss her, but you are not happy with her, you want her to pity you, you want everyone to pity you and you don't want to help yourself. Is that the man you want to be for the rest of your life? To live in pity? No, that's not how a man should do, a man is a fighter, so fight. Be that man again, a man that makes a living, a man that protects his family. You survived in a car accident, God didn't keep you alive for you to keep on being a vegetable. You are alive, you're lucky." "Luck, this is what you call this? You talk rubbish, you don't realize how much I've fought yet am still chained to this chair, unable to be a man." "The chains are of your own making," Raymond sa
Martin got in the dressing room nearly an hour before the fight. Over the loudspeaker, the announcer declared that Stanley Howard was ready to fight. Overhearing it, Martin threw his robe around him and dashed out.When the bell rang for round one, Martin felt comfortable circling Stanley. Martin felt as though he knew every move he was likely to make. Martin proceeded with a left jab to his head and danced away. He moved in and landed another short left to Stanley's head.Stanley responded with a hard right to the stomach, followed by a jab. Martin shot a hard right to the side of his head that sent him sprawling on the floor."C'mon, fight me. Get up off that floor, Stanley." Martin yelled.Stanley laid for quite some time and he got up with a dizzy eye after the count was over.There were cried of boos coming from the students, Raymond watched and he couldn't be prouder.The second round was exactly as Martin had planned
Raymond flopped beside me, breathless and his face blotchy and pink. He then reached for me, however, weakly like he had no strength left, and I shifted so he could slip his arm below my neck. "Ohhh," He stated in a shaky voice. "Ohh Venessa, my love." I laid an arm across heaving chest and watched him as he tried to recover. "I love you, a lot. "I felt so satisfied staying next to him, with the sticky warm temperature of his body pressed against mine, so intimate. I kept rolling his words in my head from earlier, thrilled that he desired to be with me, knowing that he meant it.We laid in silence for a very long time. It was so that I thought he'd fallen asleep, however after I lifted my head, I saw he was wide awake, too. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could look at him very well.Raymond turned his head and gave me the sleepiest, most sexist smile, but he didn't speak. He simply watched me even as I traced a finger over his face, playing al
I watched him for a minute before he looked up. He grinned, after which he groaned, and commenced to fuck me a bit harder. He held my gaze as he did and grade by grade his expression became darkish and lusty. He adjusted his stance barely and commenced to fill me harder, his hips slapping against my ass as he buried himself inside me again and again.When he spoke, it changed into a low voice, totally in French, and too short for me to recognize it all. I stuck some words, maximum of them filthy, thrilled to know he was so turned on that he barely knew what he was doing. Watching him, my arousal surged and I longed to attain between my legs, to touch my tensed clit, to get myself in the direction of orgasm, however, he was thrusting harder, and I could not move my hands without losing my balance.So I leaned into Raymond's thrusting hips, letting him pleasure himself with my soaking pussy. I could feel his thrusts getting greater excessive, and his fingers
I let loose a whimper and he responded with a smooth moan. "Ohh," He stated in opposition to my neck. "That's so sweet and warm. How are you so sweet?" He shifted his fingers right down to my ass once more.He unfolds his fingers and pulled me toward him. At the identical time, he modified the perspective of his hips and I let loose a moan as his cock slid only a little deeper inside me. He introduced his mouth back to mine and kissed me softly. Then he commenced flexing his hips. Back and forward, simply slowly for the first few thrusts, after which he commenced to pick up the pace.Raymond held my hips steady, a good grip on my backside, and immediately, my arousal spiked. When I started to whimper with pleasure, he was turned on. It wasn't penetration, however, the friction on my clit was so amazing. I whimpered and moaned as he thrust again and again, preserving me tight in his hands as his hips rocked back and forth.All the while, h
Raymond was very vocal through it all, he kept on praising me, whispering phrases of endearment, and whispering my name. I soon realized he was close to cumming. I decided to slow down, draw my lips from his cock, and give him some time to calm down a little.Each time I moved back, Raymond would look down at me, breathing heavily, and grinning, glaringly pleased by my actions. The looks were deeply affecting. They stirred up sensual emotions in addition to emotions of love, and each time I took him back in my mouth, I felt my heart swell and my pussy pulse with a jealous ache."My God, Venessa. You're amazing." He stated, reaching down to push the hair from my face when I drew back, leaving him panting once more. "I cannot hold off anymore. I need to cum."I nodded and took Raymond back between my lips, listening to him groan. I attempted to build slowly, however, it was obvious he was ready to cum, he desired it. He slid forward on the bed and spread his
His eyes opened as soon as my mouth reached his belly. I noticed it from the nook of my eye. I licked up the dampness on his pores and skin, the pre-cum that had seeped from his cock, after which I introduced my tongue to the bottom of his cock and slowly labored my way up the length. I made sure my tongue landed on the head of the bottom side, and he let out a long sluggish moan of pleasure. "That's so good." He breathed. "Nice and gradual." I closed my eyes and licked my way back down once more till I felt his hip in opposition to my chin, then reversed my path. I held him gently in my palm and persevered to apply simply my tongue. His encouraging sighs and feedback told me I was right where I wanted to be. I cherished how warm and hard he was, and how smooth his skin was in opposition to my tongue, however, I was dying to feel the softness of his cock's head between my lips. I ran a thumb over the top and discovered it very moist. I intro
I wanted to squeeze my thighs together, to find that deep ache, however, Raymond's body was in the way. He returned to my pussy and commenced kissing and exploring once more. My hips rocked and swayed to get the touch my body needed to cum. His tempo was maddeningly sluggish, however, he pressed his fingers inside me and located the proper spot, added his tongue to my clit once more, and with remarkable care, brought me up to the peak.Then he drew lower back once more, leaving me panting and gazing at him in disbelief. "Raymond, please," I stated, "I'm so near coming. I need it so bad." He crawled lower back up my body once more, added his face to mine."I realize. Forgive me, my candy." He kissed me. I was still breathing fast, so he slid his mouth to my neck and kissed me. I could sense his cock in opposition to my stomach, and his knees urgent my thighs aside, and I could feel the longing in my pussy wherein his fingers and tongue had been."Why
"You're going to like this." A second later, his hands pressed firmly, making me moan loudly, right at the bottom of my neck. It was an improbable feeling—ache and satisfaction and warmth and alleviation all at an identical time.I groaned out a few lengthy, colorful curses of satisfaction and noticed Raymond's grin. "Told you, "He stated. "You were given a knot proper there. Probably wherein you hold the maximum anxiety."He rocked his hands, setting apart the spot, and I moaned as the feeling teetered on the brink of ache and satisfaction. He implemented strain for a protracted minute after which he launched it and I sighed as alleviation flooded my body. "Is that nice?""So nice," I stated. I closed my eyes and savored the sensations as he endured to work the knot together along with his hands. I wasn't moaning anymore, however, I felt even higher than I had whilst he'd first touched me. "This is so incredible. Is this what comfortable
"Venessa,""Michael, I'm happy to see you here. I was wondering how boring my stay will be here but at least, since you're here, we could meet up sometimes." I said. "I stay next door.""Venessa, why are you here?""I'm Ariana Grande's designer and she's having her album launch party here in Florida, where she was born, so I'm here for that."He chuckled. "I thought you were going to kiss me and we'll have amazing sex."We both laughed."I'll see you later, be ready by 6 for Ariana's party,"He nodded. Just for a few seconds more, we looked at each other. I felt the heat of arousal flood my whole body. Despite the wind tugging my hair, I felt uncomfortably hot."Diana doesn't deserve me, she deserves someone better, someone, who wouldn't hurt her. I pray she finds the perfect guy.""I knew you would hurt her because I feel you still love me and that's not gonna change and also, I know Roma killed your dad."
Diana's POV - My hands were hanging low on the bed, with no attempt to wipe my tears."Diana, talk to us, say something." Sarah sobbed, wiping my tears.There was no response from me, other than an intensification of the grief."We should take her to the hospital," Davidson said. He seemed worried, checking my pulse rate."I think so too, I wonder what happened to her that Dwayne Johnson had to bring her home." Roma wondered. "Love, do you care to explain?" He asked, only to receive an eye roll for a reply."I'll explain it to you," Venessa said. "She went to the party alone. It's said that he dumped her. That's what she got for loving someone way out of her league. She learned her lesson the hard way." Venessa explained, laughing so hard."Venessa, that's it. Can't you see she has suffered enough? How can you be so damn heartless?" Peter barked, lifting his hand, almost slapping her. "Your behavior stinks, you have a cold black