Love Is Overdue (54 page)

That made him laugh – in that soft
sexy way of his. “I just finish fuckin’ your pussy like twenty
minutes ago,” he reminded me softly, still pulling up steadily on
that swollen cock of his.

I smoothed his blanket down over my
hips. “I know,” I admitted. “That’s ‘cause I needed it.”

“
Hmm…” He sighed softly,
his smile fading, as he stared me down. “How was it?” he asked me
so softly, as I watched the head of his cock swell and glisten as
he slid his thumb up over the tip, polishing it with a drop of his
come…

My blood rushed at the sight. “It was
perfect,” I whispered. I licked my lips and nodded my chin at the
body lotion resting on top of the little table next to his chair.
“You should use some of that.”

He sucked his teeth at me, laughing
softly yet again. “Damn, baby…”

“
I’m serious,” I
insisted.

He licked his lips ever so slightly.
“Ya waan lie there and watch me whack off, baby?” he wanted to
know, matter-of-factly.

I laughed softly. “Yes,” I admitted,
seriously.

He took another long pull on his joint
and then killed the roach. “An ya nah waan show mi nothin’?” he
added then, slipping into that sexy patois, grabbing the bottle
from the table so smoothly, and slowly squeezing a drop into the
palm of his hand, keeping his eyes firmly glued on me the whole
time.

My body was aching…dripping… I had
never in my life been this brave with a man. I had always waited to
be told what to do in bed – and in truth, that was what I loved
about Ben – but it had also always been safer. But now I knew I
didn’t have to be safe with Ben anymore. He would protect me no
matter what…

I ran my fingers across my nipple and
licked my lips for him again. “Maybe later.”

He cupped his balls with the palm of
his wet hand then, massaging slowly, as he stared back at me. “What
kinda man you think can sit five feet away from you, Gabby, and
just play wit himself, and not come touch you?” he asked me slowly,
in that deep sexy voice of his.

I thought about that. He was right.
Most men wouldn’t.

“
A man that wants to give
me what I want,” I said finally. “For a girl who used to play with
herself and orgasm on the phone to someone who could have been
talking about the fucking weather…I think I may need a bit of an
ego boost,” I added sweetly.

He smiled at that, his arousal giving
way to a little dose of affection, and it made my heart flutter.
“So you waan me to return the favour, huh?” he wanted to know, his
voice just dripping sex yet again. He pulled up hard on his cock,
the length becoming so slick and wet, it shone back in the
moonlight.

I jumped. “Oh fuck, baby.” I sucked my
breath in.

“
Awright, girl, I need ya
to tell me ‘bout the weather then…” he commanded softly, stroking a
little faster for me.

I laughed softly, sliding my hand up
between my tits as they pressed and rubbed up against each other.
My nipples were so hard and swollen. “It’s getting a little hot
over here, baby,” I admitted.

He smiled, keeping up the pace for me,
sucking his breath in slowly. “Í hope it rains…”

“
You want to see me get all
wet, baby?”

“
Hmm…” He sighed softly,
still stroking steadily. “I cyan come unless you wet, baby…” He
grabbed the lotion again and squirted a ridiculous amount all over
his abs as I sucked my breath in, just watching him. He began
rubbing it all over his skin, from his belly, down over his thick,
hard cock and between his legs. “Y’see now I haffe try make my hand
feel like your pussy,” he explained slowly, still teasing me with
that deep sexy voice. He sucked his breath in as he squeezed his
cock and began stroking for me again. “This is fuckin’ ridiculous,
Gabby…”

I was dripping for him so badly but I
did my best to keep myself composed. He really had me going.
“That’s so hot, Ben…” I whispered, just staring back at
him.

“
Play with those titties
for me, baby,” he demanded suddenly, his eyes glued tightly to my
chest. “I can’t do this all by myself.”

I licked my lips. “Yes, you can,” I
whispered, but cupped my breasts for him then, squeezing them and
pushing up, sliding the tips of my fingers across my
nipples.

“
Shit…” He sighed softly,
pumping his cock a little faster for me. “Stick your tongue out and
lick your nipples.”

“
Damn, Ben…” I moaned
softly. He was getting too demanding, but I did as he asked, my
nipples just reaching the tip of my tongue, and I went back and
forth between them a few times, slicking them up with my wet
mouth.

“
Mmm…” He groaned softly,
just staring me down and picking up the pace on his throbbing pole.
I could hear the steady squish of that wet lotion as he kept
jerking his cock for me. “That’s right, Gabriela…come over here and
let me fuck those tits for a bit…”

Oh shit, he had me so wet. I nearly
gave in – I wanted his body so badly I could have screamed – but I
held fast. “No,” I said simply. I lay my head back down, pulling my
hair back and letting it hang off the edge of his pillow as I
turned my face back to watch him. “Keep going, Ben, I want to watch
you explode all over yourself,” I whispered, biting my lip and
reaching my hand down under the blanket and between my
legs.

“
Fuck…” Ben groaned, and
then his eyes dropped down to watch his cock, as he picked up the
pace yet again – going hard now – jerking it with so much force, I
watched the muscles in his arms and chest flex and tighten, even in
the semi-darkness. Then, just like that, he eased up just a bit as
his eyes focused back on me again. I could see it in his
expression. He was starting to lose his patience with
me.

It gave me a sudden rush and I started
rubbing my clit faster then, hiding it all from him under that
blanket.

“
I should go shove this big
black cock straight down your throat, Gabby…” His kept his voice
low as he growled his disapproval at me.

Oh, he had me spinning now. I
squirmed. “Shit, baby…that’s right, keep going,” I urged him, my
pussy on fire now. I pulled my wet fingers from between my legs and
slid them teasingly across my tongue. “Tastes good…”

He narrowed his eyes, speeding up yet
again. “Suck those fingers, Gabby…open ya mouth up for me, come
on…” He groaned again.

I closed my lips around my two fingers
and sucked slowly, then pulled them out all the way and slipped
them back down between my legs. I was panting now too as I just
stared back at him – at that hard, throbbing chocolate body, all
wet and shining for me…his thick, stiff cock not easing up under
that strong arm of his. I was so desperate for release. I should
have known I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

“
Ohh…” I shuddered. “Oh
shit, make me come, Ben…” I whispered frantically.

“
Mmm…” His fingers grazed
his hard slick belly as he stroked his cock faster again. I could
tell he was enjoying watching me lose myself. “Ya waan see me come,
baby?”

“
Yesss…”

“
Come on, baby…” He was
breathing heavier now. “Look at me…”

I bit my lip hard. Oh fuck, I was
right there… “Yes…”

“
Fuck…” He let his breath
out deeply. “Ya gonna come lick it all up after I
finish.”

It wasn’t a question. I groaned then
as I shook, exploding all over my fingers, moaning and trying
desperately to catch my breath.

“
Shit, baby.” He was
pumping his cock so fast, just staring back at me and watching me
come, and then as I finally caught my breath again I saw his head
fall back and that thick, milky white goodness just erupt from the
swollen head, attacking his belly, his chest and the palm of his
hand. “Ahhh…fuck, Gabriela…” He groaned so deeply.

The sight of him letting go like that
– and all on his own, just from watching me – just took my breath
away. I slipped out of bed so quickly and knelt down between his
legs before he even let his breath out, his hand still squeezing
out the last drops for me, and I just gently pushed it away and ran
my tongue up the base of his cock to the head, closing my mouth
around him and sucking him clean.

He sucked his breath in, still shaking
as he dropped his face and stared down at me. I met his eyes then
and pulled his hand back to my mouth and started licking his
fingers clean too…one by one.

“
Fuck…goddamn, baby…” He
moaned softly, just watching me in disbelief. He tugged at my
bottom lip with his fingers and ran his thumb across my tongue.
Then he gasped again as I started to lick his belly clean too, not
wanting to waste a drop.

I lifted my eyes to meet his and
watched him wipe a bead off his chest and then bring his finger to
my mouth and I sucked it off eagerly, so he did it a few more
times, helping me…feeding me every last drop. And I just kept
licking him up, lapping at his skin, his balls, between his legs,
his cock, his belly… He had me possessed and he knew it. I loved
it. I was all his.

“
Mmm…” He moaned softly,
still watching me so desperately. He almost looked in pain then.
“Okay, baby, stop it…fuck…” He let his breath out, pulling my face
up. “That shit can’t be that good for you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “That never
stopped you before, Ben,” I reminded him.

He sucked his teeth at me. “No, I mean
this lotion…” He grabbed the bottle off the table then and
attempted to study the label in the dark. “All these chemicals and
toxins and shit…I coulda jus’ poison you…”

I just laughed again. “I’ll be fine.
You’re just high as fuck right now and getting paranoid…it’s all
good, baby.” I teased his navel with my tongue.

He stared back at me and licked his lips. “You’re such a
fuckin’ nasty, dirty girl…
shit
…” He sighed
deeply. “The real nasty ones are never this sweet
an
’
pretty…how’d I get so lucky?” He stroked my hair back so
tenderly.

My tummy did a little flip. “I love
you, Ben.”

He smiled back at me slowly. “I love
you too, baby.”

Epilogue

The events of that day
seem to replay in my mind in a continuous loop, even now. I wake up
in the arms of the man I love. We play around in his bed. He teases
me, kisses me, torments me a little. He tells me he doesn’t want me
to leave. Every part of me aches at the thought of leaving but I
just groan and tell him my mother is waiting. Then he clasps his
hand over my mouth to shut me up. We can both hear his little girl
is awake now, her soft little footsteps lingering outside the
bedroom door, humming a little tune…

It’s a Saturday. My mother
spends the day with me at my apartment. She hasn’t visited in over
a month, even though she has been so persistent. On her last visit
Ben had cooked her dinner. It had been one of the most touching
gestures. My mother had smiled through the entire meal. She had
been gracious. She told him he was a good man and that she could
tell he made me very happy. She said she hoped she was right. When
I got back home that night I cried myself to sleep in his
arms…

It just rains and rains.
We spend the day together, just the two of us. She’s quiet and
subdued but I have learned to relax and just enjoy our time
together, no matter what mood I find her in. In reality, I have
much more pressing matters on my mind. She asks me why my head is
in the clouds and so I tell her. I’m attending a wedding in less
than two weeks. Our flight to Jamaica has just been
booked…

Ben arrives at around 6 pm
to give us a ride back to Pine Hollows. He insists. The idea of me
paying a nearly $60 round-trip cab fare is “fucking ridiculous,
Gabriela.” I guess I have to agree.

I help my mother out of
the car and into her wheelchair. She asks that I help her all the
way into her room and not leave her with one of the aides in the
ward. I agree. Once she is settled, I start to get antsy. I want to
leave. I just want to get back to Ben. Maybe I can convince him to
make a quick stop at IKEA with me before he heads back to the
restaurant and I can pick up those lamps I’ve been eyeing. They’ll
go well with my brand new sofa…

I give her a quick kiss
and tell her I’ll see her on Wednesday. She squeezes my hand. She
squeezes my hand again. Bye Mama.

I
miss the first three calls and they go straight to voicemail. I’m
out having drinks with Tony and Matt. I haven’t had this much fun
in a long time. I’m looking forward to slipping into Ben’s bed
drunk and horny in a few hours, but I’m not overly concerned if I
don’t make it. I’m starting to think these two may just succeed in
dragging my ass to
Celebrities
with them
tonight after all. I can always fuck Ben tomorrow too. I’m sure he
won’t mind too much if I just do my own thing for a change. It’s
good to keep them on their toes. Tony’s advice can be pretty solid
sometimes…

I only notice the missed
calls once we step out of the pub and start heading up the street
to the club. I’m already a little tipsy. I steady myself against
the side of the building and dial the after-hours emergency line.
Tony gives me a concerned look. I listen to the voice on the other
end of the line as best I can over the noise of the traffic and the
swarms of people crowding up the West End. I hear as much as I need
to hear and then my phone slips from my shaking fingers and crashes
down onto the pavement below me, shattering into a million
pieces.