Cassie's Lament
A cool breeze slips into the open window, intermingling with the musky scents from last night. “Mmmm, oh,” I exclaimed as Malcolm gently bites my ear. “Mmmm,” Malcolm’s throaty groans competing with mines. I could feel the coolness of the cotton sheets we lay on caressing my skin as Malcolm has me pinned down, his thighs gently pressing mines down and apart, his chiseled chest pressing into my swollen breasts. I love waking up to him like this. Rock hard body canvassing my soft, fluffy frame. Malcolm rocking deep inside me making me call his name. “Baby,” he whispers softly in my ear. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist knowing he’s close. I close my eyes as I wrap my arms around his neck. He presses his face into my neck and bites it softly, I moan “Yes, please,” he looks up “Don’t beg,” with a cocky grin and “Damn”, oh my goodness he went in. The once gently back & forth now becomes a hastened pounding up and downing. My watch vibrates on my wrist signaling my heart rate is over 120bpm. I smell the damp fragrance of last night mixed with our sweat and the light, fruity marshmallow scent of my perfume. I could taste the Meet Cute Merlot we had last night, its berry and dark chocolate flavors still lingering on his tongue as he kissed me deeply. All the sensations my body was going through sent a single tear down my left cheek. Malcolm, my champion lover, trails soft kisses after the tear, smiles and in his deep baritone voice demands “Tell me!” I know what he wants. This caramel honey dripped, arrogant man, that knows his way around my very soul. “It’s yours!”, I screamed caught in the throws of exhaling and was rewarded with his powerful release. His body trembling as he finishes our dance, stroking the sides of my thighs, his face in my neck, shaking his head, smiling. “Maaan girl!” I laughed softly as I rubbed the back of his neck. Reality breaks up our transcendence back to earth to the tune of Malcolm’s vibrating phone. He jumps a little to the intrusion, then quickly reaches over me to pick his phone up from the nightstand. Still laying on top of me, he turns a bit “Hello”, he pauses then “Wrong number.” Quickly hangs up the phone gives me a sheepish glance. “Who was that?” I asked. Leaning in for a quick kiss he assures “They had the wrong number.” He jumps up grabs his work bag from off the chair by the window throwing his phone inside. I was admiring his long muscular legs, flat tight abs and chiseled chest brandishing the most intricate lion’s face tattoo I’ve ever seen. Trailing to his oval shape face, flexing a deep dimple on his left cheek, almond shaped light-brown eyes, soft wavy black hair that was recently cut back down to his thick full lips now saying something I missed. “Huh, what did you say?” I shook myself back from my daydream. “I was saying”, Malcolm joked, “While you are looking at me like I’m dinner, you know I have to go into the office for a few.” He informed me while grabbing a towel heading to the bathroom. I sucked my teeth with fake disgust and whined “I thought we would be spending the day together, babe!” Malcolm ducked his head back in feigning sadness “I’m sorry, but I have to finish my presentation before Monday, I won’t stay long.” He left back out the room. “I’ll come by tonight, we can watch movies, order take out, how does that sound?!” He hollered as he went down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear the door close, so I knew he wasn’t trying to wait for an answer. He probably knew I wouldn’t say no. Things were just getting back on track with us. Our relationship has been strained a bit. Ever since Malcolm found out he was up for a promotion to COO of the marketing firm he slaved for. Long hours at the office, me working double shifts at the hospital on the weekends, we kind of fell out of sync with each other. Zzzz, Zzzz, Zzzz, Zzzz, I could hear Malcolm’s phone buzzing again. I got out of the bed, slipped into my peach-colored silk robe, and was tying it closed when Malcolm appeared at the door fully dressed, rushing, hurrying past me to grab his bag. “Hey speedy, slow down a bit,” I said while grabbing his free hand. “Okay let’s do the movie and chill thing tonight,” smiling up at him, I continued “You bring my favorite wine and I’ll pick up some dessert.” He steps back a little, looking somewhat confused and emptily replied “Ah yeah, yeah that’s sounds cool.” Regaining his composure, he finishes “Listen I’m going to go in work really hard and try to be back tonight.” Leaning in he kissed my forehead, sliding on his jacket, while still clutching his bag, which is still vibrating, Malcolm leaves.