Once we got to Taye’s apartment, she invited me in. "Can I get you something to drink?" Taye asked.
"Whatever you have is fine." And with that she disappeared.
I sat patiently on the couch until Taye reappear with a bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other. Taye filled my glass and handed it to me.
"Thank you," I said.
She smiled and poured herself glass. She raised the glass, and we both drained our glasses. Then I reached for her, touched her face and kissed her.
She picked up the bottle, took me by the hand, and led me into the bedroom. She turned on some light jazz and lit two candles, before sitting down next to me on the bed.
I looked at her and touched her face. "Taye, you are so beautiful."
I kissed her again and felt the warmth coming from her hands against my body. Taye pushed me down on the bed. I laid there on my back, enjoying the taste of her tongue darting playfully in and out of my month. The kissing continued, and we explored each other’s bodies with our hands. Taye sat up and began to loosen my tie. "Let me help you with that," I offered.
"No," she whispered softly and moved my hands. Taye took off my tie, unbuttoned my shirt, and methodically ran her hands over my chest. The feeling made my whole body quiver.
Taye turned me the fuck on.
I watched as tongue moved softly across my chest, lingering at m nipples. It sent chills through me.
Taye stood up and unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor before returning to the bed.
She lay next to me, dressed only in her bra and thong, and I enjoyed the warmth of her body against my skin. I ran my hands over every inch of her body. Now it was Taye’s turn to quiver under my touch. I sat up and took off my shirt, without breaking eye contact with Taye.
I lay next to Taye and kissed her shoulder. I peeled the strap of her bra off of her shoulder, and ran my tongue down her arm. Taye rolled on her side, and I quickly unhooked her bra with one hand, while the other roamed freely across her flesh.
As Taye uncovered her breasts, I continued to feast on her skin with my tongue and hands, until I reached her feet. Damn. She even had pretty feet.
I took Taye’s right foot in my hands, and began to massage the sole of her foot. I couldn’t help but notice the glazed-over look in Taye’s eyes, as I carefully and meticulously massaged her foot, before raising it to my lips. With her eyes wide open, and squirming because she’s ju
st a bit ticklish, Taye watched me suck and tongue each of her toes, and massage her calf. After a while, Taye could take no more. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to her. She unbuckled and took off my pants.
I stood before her naked and hard. Taye reached out and touched it, ran her hand across the length of it. "Thank you," she seemed to be saying at its size. "I hope you know how to use it," she said in a whisper.
I crawled onto the bed next to Taye, and our lips met again. Only this time, it was like we were on fire as our tongues darted feverishly in and out of each other’s mouths. The shit was fucking intense.
Taye lay in my arms kissing me passionately, and stroking my erection. I closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation of her hands, and then the sensation of her lips—soft and wet—against my chest. Taye kissed and tongued her way down to my now throbbing hardness.
When she straddled my face and I inhaled her scent, my lips and tongue were engaged with her lips and clit, slowly tonguing her lips and sucking lightly on her clit. With my eyes closed, relying only on my senses of touch and smell, each seemed heightened. I felt Taye move, and the sensation of my sucking her lips gave way to the feeling of her soft wetness, slowly sliding up and down on my erection.
Taye moved her body slowly up and down, and then in circles. She reached for the bottle of lotion on the nightstand and poured it across my chest. She began to rub it in with her fingertips. Once she had covered my chest, she leaned forward and kissed me. She moved from side to side, rubbing her nipples across my chest in rhythm with the music.
I gotta be honest. The sensation I felt when her nipples rubbed against mine was indescribable. I grabbed her ass and ran my hands up and down her back, and across her cheeks. Taye started to move her hips faster; then she sat up and went to work. After a while, she stopped and moved her legs so her feet were on the bed.
I pushed harder, and I felt Taye’s body begin to shake. Her eyes opened wide. She grabbed my shoulders and dug her nails in. Her mouth opened and she screamed, "You’re gonna make me come!" then collapsed on my chest.
For the next half-hour or so, I held Taye close to my chest while she caught herself. As we lay in each other’s arms, we talked about how off-the-chain the love we had just made was, and marveled over the anticipation of what was to come between us.
We were married the following year in a small, but intimate ceremony, and Taye was pregnant six months after that. During the first weeks of her pregnancy, she felt fine. Her appetite was good, and she got enough sleep. It was about the eighth week of her pregnancy when she started having cramps, and her stomach would have spasms.
When she consulted with her gynecologist, she was told that maybe she should change her diet. Something she may be eating wasn’t agreeing with her. So, that’s what Taye did. She started to eat more fruits and vegetables, and drinking more water. But the cramps didn’t subside. In fact, they got worse. Just after her first trimester, she miscarried.
"I’m thinking that you’re either stressed out, or just doing too much at work. I would think about taking some time off and relaxing. Working all day may not be good for you right now," the doctor said to her.
"Does this mean that I can’t have any children?" she asked.
"Not at all. You’re perfectly healthy, otherwise. Give your body a rest for about twelve weeks, and you and your husband can start on your family again." I took her hand and kissed it while she cried.