The room was dark, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust enough for me to make out its contents—a chair, a huge bed…and her.
Then a lamp popped on, providing soft ivory light and bringing clarity to a view that literally took my breath away—a beautifully sinful body covered in smooth brown skin.
Shit!
I smiled as I reached behind me to lock the closed door, my dick trying its best to bust out of my slacks as she lifted from where she was reclined on the pillows at the head of the bed and sat on her knees, dark nipples and areolas taunting me. She tilted her head to the side and returned my smile as she reached up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Then she slid a hand down her stomach to her pussy, lifting an eyebrow.
“You just gonna stand there and watch, baby?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I’m enjoying the show.”
She nodded before turning her back to me, positioning herself on her knees and spreading them so far apart that I got an eyeful of pussy and ass, and well, that did it. I was out of my clothes and in that bed so fast, I damn near made my own head spin. And then I was gripping her hips, my dick was inside her, and we were both moaning in pleasure. She was so hot and wet and tight and soft and damn! Her pussy was otherworldly good, like some shit that couldn’t be real even though it was.
I slid in and out of her while she massaged her clit, eventually making herself come all over my dick. Our bodies became a sweaty mass of fused flesh as I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, and once I’d hit my peak, I dropped my head back, clutched her hips tightly, and grunted her name, “Bridge!”
A few moments later, we lay in the bed, our bodies tangled inside our private room. Tandem had become our favorite playground, a sex club made for couples.
“Nole?” Bridgette whispered against my chest.
“Yeah, baby?” I replied.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, and Bridgette?”
“Yes?”
“Put your heels back on so you can climb on top of me and take care of this.” I took her hand and placed it on my erection.
I heard her breath hitch before she uttered, “Yes, sir.”
bonus track
the dress
CLAUDETTE
“Oh, that’s a nice one, Sweetness. Do you like it?” my mom asked from her seat on the plush bench, her rough hands clasped in her lap, legs crossed at the ankles. She wore a pink dress suit, and I half-expected her to drape a scarf over her lap to cover her exposed knees like she did at church.
I shrugged, glancing down at myself. “I guess I like it about as much as I liked the others.”
My mother fixed concerned eyes on me as I stood before her in the boutique’s luxe dressing room. “Come here, baby doll. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Plopping down onto the bench beside her, I sighed. “I’m...I don’t know. All of this is just so…”
“Overwhelming?”
“A little, and I miss Truth.”
“I bet you do,” my sanctified mother muttered with more sass than I thought she possessed.
“Mama!”
She chuckled. “What? I love the Lord, but your mama ain’t blind, sugar. That’s one fine man you got. Plus, he’s kind, and he loves you, Claudette.”
“I know he does, and I love him, too.”
“Oh, I know you do. It’s all over you.”
I smiled.
“Well, what else is bothering you? Do you really want this wedding? If you don’t, it’s okay. I can understand if you want something smaller. You’ve never been the flashy type.”
“No, I want the wedding. I mean, of course I want the wedding, and I can’t wait to be Truth’s wife. I just...sometimes, this feels like it’s not real. Sometimes, it feels like a…like a dream.”
“It should, and it is. It’s a good dream, one you deserve as your reality. I know you thought I didn’t notice, but that Craig made you miserable. I could see that just like I can see that being with Truth makes you happy. And…and I know you had it hard growing up even though I did my best by you.”
Patting her hand, I shook my head. “You are a great mom, always have been. I…I’m fine. Let me try on the last dress. Hopefully, it’ll work.”
She kissed my cheek and smiled. “I’m proud of you, Claudette.”
“For what? Marrying a rich man who bought you a house?”
“No, baby. For being the good woman you are. For having a pure heart.”
Blinking back tears, I nodded, lifting from the bench and gathering the skirt of the dress in my hands. Minutes later, I was stepping out of the inner dressing room again with a smile. This was the dress. This was definitely the one.
“What do you think?” I asked as I gazed down at the dress, smoothing the skirt with my hands.
“I think you are the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth, and I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
My head snapped up, and my smile expanded at the sight of the big man who’d taken my mother’s place on the bench. “Truth?!” I shrieked. “I thought you were out of town! What are you doing here? Where’s my mother?”
He grinned that grin of his that made my insides shift. I loved everything about this man, a fact that had only intensified in the months since we’d reunited, and the best part of it all was how deeply he reciprocated my love.
He stood and stepped closer to me. Once he was standing so close to me that his cologne pervaded my personal space, he rested his big hands on my bare shoulders. “Your mother went home. I came back early because I missed you, and you look so damn good in this dress, all I can think of doing is ripping it off of you.”
“This is a twenty thousand-dollar dress,” I breathed, my eyes trained on his lips.
“Is that all?”
I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, I like it, but I can’t marry you in it because you’ve seen it.”
He kissed me, a gentle brush of his lips against mine. I felt his breath stutter against my skin as he moved to the side of my neck and kissed me there, too. Still feather-soft, but nevertheless, invoking a shudder from me.
“You believe in that superstitious shit, baby?” he asked.
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered as he slid a hand from my arm to my ass, gently gripping it. “I guess I just don’t want to take any chances. We don’t need the bad luck.”
“Hmm,” he moaned, his mouth on my ear. “Impossible. We can’t have bad luck when you’re my good luck charm, my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, my talisman, my fucking juju.”
Moving his lips from my ear to my mouth, he kissed me again, long and deep this time, his tongue searching until it found mine and caressed it. Gripping my waist, he pulled my body into his, and with closed eyes and a pounding heart, I wrapped my arms around his neck and whimpered into his mouth. As was the usual with us, time seemed to dissipate, and the boutique evaporated around us, sealing us in a bubble of Truth and Claudette as we lost ourselves in each other, mouths fused, hands searching, groans of pleasure vibrating in our throats until a harrumph snatched us back to the inside of Élégante.