The rest of the day went over great. When we got to the client that we had planned on joint venturing with, he was in such bad shape that he was ready to sign a contract right away. Tyhedra broke out her laptop, drew up a contract, printed it out, and we had a deal. After that, we followed up on a few more promising leads and decided to call it a day.
“I don’t know about, Chris, but I am starving,” Tyhedra said and we drove away.
“I tell you what: since I owe you one, why don’t you let me cook you dinner tonight?”
“You can cook?”
“Yeah, trust me. I’m really good at it.”
“Okay, you’re on.”
I stopped and picked up a bottle of wine and headed for the house. While I prepared our meal, Tyhedra made a few phone calls to follow up with some of the potential clients that we didn’t get to that day, and made appointments for the rest of the week. Then she wandered into the kitchen I told her what we were having. “Well, I just hope you like it.”
“I’m sure I will. Since you did the cooking, the least I can do is serve,” Tyhedra suggested.
“Don’t let me stop you,” I said, and took off my apron. I got out two glasses and a corkscrew, and left her to her work. I went in the dining room, lit a candle, and dimmed the lights.
When Tyhedra came out of the kitchen, I was seated at the table. “Dinner by candlelight. Nice touch,” she said, and placed the food I cooked in front of me.
We discussed business and sipped Pouilly-Fuisse wine over dinner. After dinner, we finished the bottle of wine and talked. To that point, most of our conversation had been about business. Mostly we talked about me and the things that I wanted out of business and life in general. When it came time to move on to talking about her, Tyhedra quickly changed the subject. I know some people don’t like to talk about themselves, so I didn’t make an issue of it.
Tyhedra held up her glass. “I propose a toast to our new joint venture.”
“To us,” I said, and our glasses came together. Some of it spilled on her jacket. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. We both stood up at the same time and bumped into each other. The wine in my glass spilled on me.
“I should do something with this before it stains,” Tyhedra said and began unbuttoning her jacket. I stood there frozen as she looked in my eyes and slowly unbuttoned each button. Tyhedra wore only a black lace bra under her jacket. I slipped her jacket slowly off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. I paused to admire her beauty. Tyhedra took a step closer and unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands across my chest.
I ran my fingers through her hair and began kissing my way down to her neck, and then biting her gently on the shoulder.
“Ahh,” Tyhedra moaned. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “You should take that off,” Tyhedra slid my shirt off of my shoulders.
I ran my tongue along the lace of her bra while I reached behind her back. I unhooked her bra and slid it off of her arms slowly. I stopped for a moment to admire her body. Her breasts were firm, and her nipples grew harder as I ran my tongue across them. I pulled down the zipper on her skirt and eased it down as Tyhedra wiggled her way out of it. She kicked out of the skirt. Her panties were black lace to match the bra. “You are so beautiful,” I said, and dropped to my knees.
“Thank you.”
I ran my tongue along the edges of the lace and down the inside of her thighs. Tyhedra held my head in place as I ran my tongue up the seam of her panties. Tyhedra moaned quietly as I slid them off.
I led Tyhedra up the stairs to the bedroom and laid her
down on the side of the bed. I leaned forward and kissed her thighs. The closer I got to her pussy, the more Tyhedra would squirm. I began sucking her lips gently, then gliding my tongue slowly along her lips, up one side and down the other. Then I made circles around her clit with my index finger.
I gently slid one finger inside of her. I moved it in and out slowly. Making small circles around her clit, keeping pace with my other finger. The circles became smaller and smaller, then I massaged her clit lightly.
I slid my tongue around the edges of her Brazilian bikini wax, then I spread her lips. Her back arched as I stuck my tongue inside her, moving in and out slowly and gently. She rotated her hips. I spread her lips with two fingers and with the tip of my tongue, made small circles around her clit. As the circles got tighter, her clit got harder, her moans got louder. Tyhedra reached out and held my head in place. I must have sucked her pussy for a half an hour, but I couldn’t make her cum.
When Tyhedra pulled me on top of her and guided me inside her. “You’re dick is so hard.”
Tyhedra closed her eyes and grinded her hips in a slow, almost methodical motion. I reached for her face and pulled her toward me. I rolled Tyhedra over so she was on top. She leaned back slightly and swayed side to side, rubbing her nipples. I put my hands on her hips and planted my feet on the bed. I arched my back and quickened my pace. Tyhedra placed her hands on my chest. She sat up straight and ran her fingers through her hair. Tyhedra began to pound her body into mine. I felt her fingernails dig into my chest, and then they slid around my throat. I never had a woman fuck me so hard. I tried to fight the urge to explode, but I couldn’t. My whole body seemed to lock and Tyhedra milked every bit of cum out of me.
“Damn it!” Tyhedra said and rolled off of me. Then she looked over at me. “What did we just do?” she said as if what we had just done was a dream, and she had been jerked back to reality. Tyhedra got out bed. “I’m sorry, Chris.” She smiled at me. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“No, it was my fault. I got a little carried away.”
“I think we both did,” she said smiling, backing out of my bedroom slowly. I followed her out of the bedroom. When I got to the living room, Tyhedra was getting dressed. To be polite, I put my pants back on and we talked about it and agreed it shouldn’t have happened, and that it would never happen again. But I knew I’d want more.
Chapter Twenty-one
Tavarus