When you least expect it! I just finished telling Bonita that my hopes of having my seven men are gone, but now I find out they’re on their way to me.
I’d always known there was something special about Bonita. I’d share with her my problems, and my problems would seemingly disappear. But this was a whole new level!
I phoned Matty but got his voice mail. I paced the room then phoned him again. I hung up before my call went to voicemail then I reread Jake’s mail to make sure I hadn’t been hallucinating.
Fortunately, I got a call from a prospective client and was able to stop pacing with anticipation and focus on the task at hand. That call led to another, which led to another, which led to another, and before I knew it, work stress had replaced my impatience and excitement—though I still stole a moment now and again to think about Jake and my other six lovers, shaking my head at how kind the fates were being to me.
After my busy emotional roller coaster of a day, I returned to our small Brooklyn studio and collapsed on the bed. Hans came home a few hours later and did the same. “I really need to take some time off,” he said.
“Then do,” I said.
He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling, a big smile on his face. “What? And miss all the fun I’m having at work? No way.”
“Speaking of time off,” I said, “and fun, actually, I’m going to need to take the day off, the day after tomorrow. Maybe two days, come to think of it.”
He glanced at me and, still smiling, said, “Why not three?”
“You couldn’t survive three days without me.”
He returned his absent gaze to the ceiling. “Who said anything about surviving?”
28
Greta
“Matty, the house is beautiful.” I dropped my bag in the middle of the living room and turned in circles, marveling at how big and beautiful the rental was.
He took me in his arms and lifted me off the ground. He kissed me on the cheek and spun around with me. “And it’s ours for the week.”
“Just ours?”
He set me down, kissed me on the forehead, and ran his fingers through my hair brushing it back. “Just ours. No one’s going to bother us. There’s no phone. No neighbors. Nobody. Just you and me, babe.” He cupped his hand behind my head, his other on my waist, and he pulled me to him for a deep and long embrace.
“Oh, Matty. You’re such an angel.”
He swept me off my feet. “And you, my dear, are simply heavenly.” He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down gently on the bed.
My angel undressed me. He kissed and rubbed the soreness from my feet. I ran my fingers through his thick head of hair and spread my legs to direct his trail of kisses up to my wet waiting snatch.
With tongue and fingers, he caressed my vulva gently, tenderly, attentive to every subtle movement his touch elicited.
“Come here, my angel,” I said, and I gripped the bulk of his shoulders and tried to pull him up to me. He resisted my pull, slightly, only to take the time to trace the length of my body with soft pecks until he reached my mouth and kissed me passionately.
I took his thick hard cock in my hand, spread my legs further, and guided him into me.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “You feel so good.”
He made love to me, softly, with gentle rotations that mimicked the feather-like touch of his fingertips on my cheek, down my neck, and around my heaving breasts.
I took his head in my hands and kissed him. Then I gripped his hair in my fisted hand, slid my other hand over the bumps and ripples of his muscular back to grab and squeeze his ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushed him deeper and deeper into me, threw my head back and moaned.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He gripped my breast and wrapped his mouth around my hardened nipple.
“Oh! Deeper, deeper,” I called out.
He pulled back. His long thick cock, almost leaving me, but I bucked and held contact with the tip. Then he plunged his massive meat into me with all his force.
I curled my fingers around the sheets, turned my head, and cried out my pleasure.
He pulled back again, this time hesitating before his plunge and caressing my bosom with firm strokes.
I shot up and pulled away from him. “Did you hear that?” I asked, fear in my voice, my eyes off my angel and on the bedroom door.
He turned his head to where I was looking. “What? What is it?”
“I heard something.”
He went down and kissed my bosom softly. “It’s nothing, dear. We’re all alone.”
From the shadows of the doorway emerged a dark muscular figure. The silver chains that hung from his broad shoulders rattled as he stepped into the room. The candlelight caught his face, a dark red leathery face, and the solid black eyes that somehow I knew were set on me. Two blunt horns rose from his head and curled outward like those of a goat. “Ma... Ma… Matty,” I stammered.