La Escena de Amor: Numero Dos
The candles are lit; the lights are dimmed; and the champagne and strawberries are being chilled. Everything is perfect. Perfect for when the man I love comes home from work.
Things have gotten pretty tense lately since Demetri's big court case. He has worked on this case for three months now, and every since then, our love life has gone down in the dumps. That's why I planned tonight -- to reclaim the passion we had on our wedding night. If walls could talk ....
The door opens, and my big Black buck steps through it with his striped white and light blue dress shirt collar open, and his light blue polyester tie hangs from his neck untied. He is tired; I can see that. His jaw hangs low and his beady brown eyes are drooped.
"How was the case?" I ask.
"Terrible. We lost. The man got off with seven million dollars," he says in his sexy baritone voice, as he drops his mahogany briefcase beside his fine oak desk and heads for our peach bathroom, probably to take a shower. He closes the door behind him, which means that he doesn't want to be bothered.
I can see now that my plans for an orgasmic experience are ruined. He doesn't even notice the candles or the champagne chilling in a bowl next to the grat sheets of our kind size bed.
"Baby, can you come give me a massage?" he yells.
I stagger to the fuzzy orange-colored bathroom in our gray-white master bedroom realizing my plans are crushed. I open the door, and to me suprise, Demetri is standing on the middle of floor barefeet wearing a hunter green mesh thong that complements his dark complexion. I look at my African Don Juan standing on our "Georgia Peach" shower mat with his see-thru thongs on.
He has the body of a god. His tight calves and ass twitch of the excitement Demetri and I are feeling. I can see his erect dick beckoning me to taste its essence through the hunter green brief. I look further up at his abs which are perfectly divided into six little squares. His chest is as smooth and silky as a Dove bar. He reach his mouth to find a red rose between his teeth. He looks like one of those Latin lovers.
I am speechless. He looks at me and says, "Are you going to just stand there?" after removing the rose from his mouth and placing above my left ear.
"I'm stunned. What can I say? I thought you were tired," I stutter.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no baby. I'm tired -- yes. But not that tired. Alex, you are mine, and I love you," he says seductively. He kisses me and recites this poem he wrote about me on his way home. It talks about my dark brown hair, my bronze skin, and my lean body. I am definitely in the mood now. I remove the little clothes that I had on, and we head for the gray sheets of our bed.
We kiss passionately, and Demetri realizes that he has forgotten something. He hops out of bed and picks up a bottle from his briefcase and places it underneath the bed. Once he gets back into bed, he grabs the radio remote control and clicks the play button. "Let's Make a Night" by Brian Adams plays.
"I want this to be perfect, Alex. Like it was before," he whispers.
We kiss again. He takes off his see-thru green thong and throws it on the gray carpet. We are both facing each other on our sides. Demetri takes one of my deep-tanned legs and lifts it up as he clamors on top of me. We kiss again, and at the same time, our oppositely colored dicks touch each other. It tickles both of us, and we laugh. He stands up on the bed on his knees and lifts my other leg onto his chest with the other. He slips his super unleaded gas pump inside my gas tank and starts to thrust. In and out; in and out. Each time, the thrusting becomes more powerful and powerful.
As he releases the gas into my tank, now moving like a locomotive, I yell, "You are my black beauty, my black stallion!"
He goes, "Ride me cowboy."
The rush. The excitement. The passion. Just as he reaches orgasm, he bends over and sucks my cock. I grab his back in excitement and to keep him from slipping from out of me. As I cum into his mouth, I grab his back with such intensity that I scratch his back up.
He laughs and says, "You like it rough, eh?"
As things start to wind down, I relax and run my fingers through Demetri's pubic hair.
"It's not over yet," he warns as he gets the bottle he placed under the bed. It's a Hershey's chocolate syrup. "For the strawberries," he says.
I reach over and get the strawberries from out the same bowl that the champagne is in. He squeezes the syrup from the bottle, and it lands on my abs and my navel. He takes a strawberry I give him and rubs it in the chocolate. He does this a couple of times, but I can see he grows tired of it. Eventually, he says to hell the strawberries and licks the chocolate off of me.