Page 44 of Between the Sheets

Marcel

Seven a.m., barefoot and butt-ass naked, I’m down in the kitchen making breakfast. Scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, green peppers, chives, and onions; chicken and apple sausages; homemade blueberry waffles; and sliced fruit. And, yeah, we have enough money to hire an entire staff to wait on us hand and foot. But Marika and I prefer to keep shit simple. We do it ourselves. And cooking is one of those things we both enjoy doing for each other whenever our busy schedules allow for it. This morning happens to be one of those occasions where I can toss it up in the kitchen for my baby.

Sipping on my third glass of pomegranate juice, I walk over and pick up my chiming cell sitting on the kitchen table next to my laptop, signaling I have incoming emails.

I type in my passcode, then pull out my S-pen and tap the EMAIL icon on the screen.

In my gmail account there are several emails, but only one catches my eye.

It’s from [email protected]

The subject heading reads: 4 YOUR EYEZ ONLY

I click on the message, opening it. There are three attachments. I quickly read the short message—I WANT YOU. I WANT TO TASTE YOU. AND FEEL YOU INSIDE MI MOJADO, APRETADO COÑO. THIS IS HOW WET YOU MAKE ME—before clicking onto the first attachment. A video.

Of her, Miss Anonymous, from the neck down. I can’t front. Her body’s right. Plump tits, tight waist, skin the color of café au lait stretched over curved hips. Her nipples stand out stiff and brown. She parts her smooth thighs slightly, showing a trimmed patch of pubic hair. “Ooh, papi,” she coos. “I hope you like.”

She cups her tits. Tweaks her nipples. Then her hands dip between her thighs. She peels open her swollen lips, showing her slick pussy. Her pink clit pops out from its hood, rigid and ready.

I swallow.

“You’re all I think about,” she says, playing with her clit. She gasps. “I play in my wet pussy thinking about you.” She lets ou

t a soft moan. “I’m so wet for you, papi. Estoy muy muy mojada para ti papi…”

Her fingers disappear. Then I hear the wet clicking sound her fingers make fucking into her cunt. I bite into my bottom lip as images swell through my head: her on all fours, her arms pulled back like reins as I fuck into her wetness. Her down on her knees, blindfolded, as she sucks my dick and my nut melts into her hot, hungry mouth.

“Oooh, I wish you could fuck me with your black dick.” She gasps again. “I love black dick, papi.”

“Yeah. I bet ya freak-ass does,” I say aloud.

She pulls her fingers from out her, then puts them to her lips. Her tongue flicks out and she licks her fingertips, before sliding them into her mouth. She moans as she sucks them.

“Mmm, papi. I taste so good, rich, creamy Latin pussy for you, papi. All wet and ready for your hard dick. Are you hard for me?”

“Fuck nah,” I murmur staring at the screen. “You gonna have to give me a lil’ more if you tryna get my shit rocked.”

She runs her hands over her tits, pulls at her nipples, then slowly turns, giving me a slow-motion view of her entire body. When her voluptuous, round ass comes into view, I lick my lips. She has a heart-shaped tattoo on her right ass cheek. “Goddamn, this freak gotta fatty.”

“Who has a fatty?” Marika says, walking into the kitchen, wearing nothing but her robe. “Good morning.” She plucks a strawberry from off the tray on the isle counter.

I glance from the laptop over to Marika as she saunters over to me. The belt of her robe is tied loosely around her waist, allowing her robe to slip open. Before leaning in and kissing her on the lips, I cup a hand over my mouth and huff into my palm, then breathe in.

Although brushing my teeth was one of the first things I’d done when I rolled out of bed at five this morning, I still like my breath fresh when I’m tryna get some tongue. A kiss on the lips is one thing. Tonguing my wife down is another. And my breath has to be right.

It is.

I lick my lips, then pull Marika into me, covering her mouth with mine, slipping my tongue in. The sugary-sweet taste of the strawberry she’d bitten into lingers in her mouth.

“Good morning,” I finally respond, pulling back from her. I cup her ass, then smack it playfully.

She moans. “Mmm. What a way to start the day. A wet kiss from a sexy, naked man served with breakfast. It smells delicious.” She grabs my dick. “I’m starved.”

I grin. “Yeah, I bet you are. Keep grabbing my dick like that and you’re gonna end up with it in ya mouth.”

She laughs. “I’ll keep that in mind.” I eye her as she takes a seat. “So, what—or should I say, whose fatty—had you so engrossed on the computer before I walked in?”

I point to the laptop screen. Tell her about the email.