lighter. Still, his was a giant presence in front of her. He emanated power, exuded testosterone.
Lavon placed his hands on Carla’s shoulders and began kneading them tenderly. He looked deeply into her eyes. “How long have you been planning to seduce me?” he asked simply.
“Ever since you stepped into our office,” Carla replied honestly, quickly wiping the image of her husband, who had also been in the office, out of her mind.
“And how’d you know I’d comply?” Lavon asked, directing Carla to sit on the bed and massaging her feet and calves.
“I—I didn’t,” Carla gasped as Lavon placed a tender kiss on a point just behind her knee and continued a brief trail up part of her thigh.
“What would you have done if I’d said no,” Lavon asked, standing to remove his shirt and pants.
Carla stared, mesmerized. A large bulge was noticeable even in his loose boxers. She swallowed once, and again. “I would have lost my mind,” she said finally, her eyes slowly drifting from the bulge to his face.
“Well, you know,” Lavon said, reaching for the clasp on the zipper of Carla’s dress and slowly pulling it down, exposing Carla’s satiny brown body in the process. “We can’t have that. Because a mind…is…a terrible thing to waste,” Lavon said, as he placed kisses at the valley of her size-D breasts, across her round stomach, and near her hips.
It had been less than ten minutes and Carla was already in a frenzy. Stanley never touched her this way, caressed her, licking the flesh and then blowing on the wetness. Lavon’s skilled actions were driving her wild. “I can’t wait,” she panted. “It’s been so long, too long….”
Lavon was a gentleman who’d never think of keeping a woman waiting. He kissed Carla deeply, and then used his strong fingers and skilled tongue to pleasure every inch of her size-sixteen physique. When he basked in the glory of her private paradise, Carla grabbed a pillow to muffle her screams. It had been ten years, and the re-entry into oral pleasure was almost more than she could bear. She begged him not to stop, to go on forever. Tears streamed down her face as she experienced one release after another.
Carla thought Lavon’s art of loving her couldn’t get better. She was wrong. After his leisurely performed oral symphony, he prepared for the encore. Almost with sixth-sense accuracy, he lavished love on her, initiating positions that for the past decade, Carla had only experienced in her dreams. Lavon was thick and thorough, strong and gentle at the same time. For more than an hour, Lavon took Carla to the moon, carried her around the planets and stars, before bringing her gently back down to planet earth. Carla lay thoroughly satiated, totally satisfied, and absolutely convinced that she’d just found the man who would help her get her groove back for eight glorious weeks. And just as quickly Carla realized that eight weeks, after ten years, just might not be enough.
But it would have to be…wouldn’t it?
10
Former Best Friends
Even Robin’s sour mood couldn’t dampen Passion’s joy. It had been a week since she met Lavon Chapman and in that time, she’d come to believe more and more that he was someone special. They’d only been together that Sunday at the Lees’, but had talked on the phone, albeit briefly, almost every day. He was always as warm and charming as the day they’d met.
“I don’t want to move too fast,” Passion said, as she reached for another slice of pizza. “I kinda want to wait until I’m married or at least engaged to, you know, do the do, but Lord that man turns me on!” Passion took a hefty bite of her meat lover’s special, rearing back on her sofa and kicking up her heels as she chewed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I pride myself on being a strong, Christian woman and all, and maintaining proper values, but…it’s been five years, girl! And that man’s body? Uh, uh, uh!”
“This pizza’s good,