Chocolate Kisses 2: Pearl
Copyright @ calibeachgirl
All rights reserved, 2011
Chapter 4 – Early December 4th, 1941
It was one week after Thanksgiving that Bethany strolled leisurely into the kitchen and dreamingly ran her fingers along the counter, a sleepy smile on her still somnolent face. She stopped for a moment and fed a macadamia nut to their parrot, Jolly Roger, brought home after the dog died.
Eliza brought over two cups of coffee, sat down and poured milk into hers. "Bethany Rose... do you have any idea what time it is?"
Bethany gave her sister a silly little grin and looked at the ridiculous cat clock hanging on the wall, its tail and eyes marking each second as it passed by. Roger moved back and forth with it, his head bobbing in time with the tail.
It was almost nine-thirty.
"Kwock! cracker. Roger... cracker." As smart as the bird was, the girls could never teach it anything else. He spent most of his time whistling.
Bethany smiled and took another sip of the steaming, hot coffee. Nine-thirty! Wow! And, she realized, he had been good for three more times this morning... She herself had gone there at least five times; probably more, just that last time, alone.
My God, she thought, he's become... she couldn't find the right word but finally settled on demon... that's it, a demon in the bed. Her smile grew wider.
"Kwock!" said Roger. He whistled three more times.
"Are you going to want breakfast, or what? I can make some French toast, if you like." Eliza realized she was anxiously tapping her fingers on the table and stopped, laying her hand flat.
Bethany looked exactly like she had that first Christmas morning when she and Jim both came down the stairs together. It was one of those moments that you knew was coming but were still shocked when it happened.
"Huh? Oh, yeah... sure... whatever you like." She stared out the kitchen windows as Eliza broke a couple of eggs into the bowl, started to beat them and then tossed in some bread.
As the sound of the frying bread filled the kitchen, Bethany looked back to her bedroom, reliving the events of the previous evening and, now, the morning...
Last night, they immediately went to the bathroom, dropping their clothing to the stone floor. She turned the shower on, and as they stood waiting for the temperature to be bearable, she felt his hands passing over her skin and the thought of it brought her nipples erect and tight. He hadn't even touched her there and she was so ready for him.
The mirror began to fog and they pulled the glass door open together and walked in, almost falling to the wet tiled floor as their groping continued.
She moaned as his fingers roamed over her body, stopping occasionally at the spots he knew she was most aroused at. He bent slightly and licked one chocolate nipple and then the other. Her hands hung heavily around his neck as she became weak in the knees and shifted her weight against him.
He sank to his knees and she obliged him, opening her thighs to his mouth as his tongue ticked her hair and then slid deeply into her. The warm water mixed with her own warm wetness and she leaned against the green tiled wall, her legs braced against his knees as he prayed to her altar.
She could feel the heat rising from her crotch, up to her breasts as his hands cupped her breasts, his fingers touching and gently squeezing her nipples and then it rushed to her head as her blood pressure rose. Her arousal immediately bounced back down and she shook, almost as if she was shivering against an unseen cold, again and again and again, all the while his tongue working heavily against her clit.
"Now, Jimmy," she whispered, "now... let's do it now." She turned the water off.
He picked her up and held her in his arms. She knew then... well, she always knew back in the recesses of her heart, that her weight gain had never been a factor in their relationship. Just the same, she realized, she needed to lose that other five pounds.
Slowly walking into the bedroom with her, he went toward the bed. It was going to get wet, he thought, and didn't care one whit. Down she went onto the sheet... down he went on her.
Within seconds, he was between her bent legs bringing her back to that heat that never really left her. His hands held her up against his face as he moved back and forth like a hungry dog worrying on a bone.
She was startled back to awareness; her breakfast plate and silverware were set before her with somewhat of a clatter.
"Orange juice?" Eliza noticed Bethany's mind was somewhere, probably back in bed with Jim. She nudged her. "Hey, sister! Orange juice?"
"No... uh, thanks." As Bethany absent-mindedly began to eat, one small forkful after another, visions of that one particular thing he did for her still dancing in her head.
Bethany put her head down on the table and asked, "What day is it?"
"Damn, girl... what did he do to you?" As if I don't know, Eliza decided. That change in diet really worked wonders for them, she thought. John, himself, had been much more...
Bethany hesitated before answering her sister, then whispered, "Everything... he did everything... oh, God, I'm so sore."
Eliza stared at her sister. "Well, it seems whatever problem he had has gone away." She started laughing, sipping her own coffee.
"Oh, my head..." moaned Bethany, "my mouth... you know, he spanked me and told me I was a naughty, uh, very bad girl."
"What are you going to do now?"
Bethany raised her head and laughed. "Why, go back to bed, of course. What else?"
And, with that, she rose from the table and left her sister standing there, mouth open and muttering something under her breath about wild women and crazy men.
She entered the room and then closed and locked the door. There were only three rooms in the house that had locks on them: the two master bedrooms and his office... and this one, she put to good use.
No sooner had she heard the 'click' than she had dropped her sarong onto the rug and slipped back beneath the covers. Within seconds, her hand had sought him out and began to bring him back to life.
Bethany was fascinated how it worked. Once second, it was so gentle and flexible and then the next, hard as an Italian salami and so much longer and wider than before.
Mother Nature sure was a woman! She laughed quietly, not wanting to spoil the mood. If he thought she was laughing at him, who knew what would have happened.
Down Bethany Rose went, opened her lips and slid him onto her tongue. She tasted his skin, warm and then hot and then felt some from him, just starting. She hesitated, looking at him but he had a great big smile and she continued. He never forced her, grabbing the back of her head and fucking her face. She had heard about that from some of the women she had met in town... how their husbands or boyfriends became inconsiderate and unloving, just using them.
He never did that to her and she loved him even more for it... doing everything he wanted because of it.
She pushed down and felt him enter her throat and began to work the skin with her left hand, faster, faster, faster and he came in such a rush. Bethany felt the liquid heat pour down her throat and was beginning to wonder if she had breath enough to finish when he stopped.
Thank God, she thought. She was about to choke, either from not enough air or from the amount he had flooded her with.
