Inside rested a 5 carat diamond and sapphire tennis bracelet. “Holy shit!”
James laughed, slipping it onto her wrist with a soft kiss. “I have a bit of good news as well.”
Beverly threw her arms around him, kissing his face like an excited child. “What’s that?”
“I’ve been named National News Anchor of the Year.”
“You’re kidding!”
Beverly broke out the champagne and served it with the dinner she’d prepared: James’ favorite fried chicken, black-eyed peas with ham slivers, collard greens and fingerling pepper vinegar. James ate like a famished man, knowing by the look in her eyes, that it was going to be a long night. When she gave him a second helping of peas, she had reached down and had given his hard prick a squeeze. After the key lime pie dessert, she took the whipped cream can and decorated her nipples with two large dollops.
“Want a little extra whipped cream?”
James shoved his face into one mound of cream, letting his tongue search through and find her pebbled nipple. Her shudder told him that she was enjoying his ministrations and he moved to the other nipple, repeating his actions. While he ravaged her breasts, his fingers searched for the ties to the corset, loosening and allowing even more of her breasts to fall into his face. After a little more work, the corset fell away, leaving Beverly naked, except for a tiny thong and thigh-high stockings.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Beverly didn’t resist. Grabbing another bottle of champagne, she let him lead her up to the bedroom and made undressing him quick work. She almost laughed when she realized that she still got excited at his touch. Her pussy was already leaking when he slid two questing fingers into her hole.
“Jesus, you’re already wet!”
“I can’t help it.” Beverly replied, wrapping her fingers around his prick. “You’re such a turn on.”
James chuckled, licking his fingers. She pushed him onto his back and kissed her way down his chest, pausing a moment to nibble on his nipples, before slowly wrapping her lips around his cock. She never tired of sucking his cock. She loved the sounds he made, the guttural growls and helpless whimpers. She loved the musky smell of his meat coupled with the uniquely sweet scent of his cum. Beverly quickly took him to task, grazing him from time to time with her teeth and using her tongue whiplash his prick into submission. Pre-cum dribbled onto her tongue and she swallowed every bit, cupping his balls and giving gentle tugs in combination with her sucking.
“Oh, baby.” James could only gasp as needles of extreme pleasure pierced his cock wherever her teeth grazed. He shook, forcing himself to hold his control. He didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to bury himself in her wet, black pussy and let her suck his tongue into her mouth. Oh! Just the thought of that was making him harder. He gritted his teeth and growled, wrestling with himself as she sucked on the fat head of his prick, licking it like a lollipop.
Beverly sensed that he was getting near and pulled her mouth away, letting her hand slide up and down his spit-washed shaft, keeping the tension level high as she massaged the skin between his ball sac and his asshole and received a groan. Working in a circular motion, she let her finger move closer to his hole, then circled around it with a firm stroke. When she was certain that he was ready, she pushed her finger in, taking him back into her mouth at the same time.
James arched with a shout; not of pain, but of pleasure. His prick throbbed between her lips, marching toward the edge as her finger rubbed his prostate. Then, as quickly as the ecstasy began, it stopped. She sat smiling down at him. “Not yet, big boy. It’s my turn.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
James had learned that Beverly adored being eaten out. All he had to do breathe on her cunt and she practically came. He approached her pussy the way she loved: pushing her legs apart like a conquering hero, licking and biting his way up each thigh and settling himself at her juncture before getting to work. He started with the tip of his tongue, reaching out and pressing just inside the top of her cleft, mashing her swollen clit down. She screamed in delight. He did it again, a slight smile creasing his face as pussy juice started to leak from her hole. Just two touches and she came.
Still using the tip of his tongue, he pressed past her enflamed outer lips, snaked through the inner lips and found her sweet, hot center, beginning a slow slide down into her weeping honey pot and pushing inside. Beverly gasped and shook as she came again and James rubbed her tongue up, targeting her clit, giving it a flick and sliding down again. She shook again. By the time he’d completed five circuits, from top of slit to bottom of hole, Beverly had cum seven times. He kissed her pussy before arising, holding himself over her.
Quivering with aftershocks, Beverly reached down and gave her husband’s thick cock a few loving strokes and guided him into her clasping hole. His handsome face contorted in pleasure as he sank into her warm, wet depths, a shuddering sigh escaping him. She raised her hips as far as she could and settled herself onto the pillows he tucked under her ass and wrapped her arms around his neck, moving with him.
“Oh, James.”
James always started out slowly, enjoying the feeling of friction on the sensitive skin. He looked down and bit his lip at the sight of his hard, white pole slipping past the pink lips of her brown pussy. It was so exciting.
Fuck! Think about something else!
It wasn’t working, especially not when she pulled her thighs apart, trying to wedge them back toward her ears and he saw more of her pink slit, with his prick swimming in cunt juice.
“Beverly, why do you do this to me?”
He knew the answer to that.
Because I love you.
That fired him up even more, sending tingles tripping up and down his spine and she shuddered to another orgasm. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down into a soul-stealing kiss that torched him down to the soles of his feet.
Beverly, sweet Beverly
. He felt the familiar tingles creeping up his spine and broke the kiss to look down into her eyes.
My wife.
Beverly gazed up into James’ dark eyes, feeling his love pouring into her soul. She’d watched dozens of romantic movies but nothing compared to this. This is love. Tears pricked her eyes.
This is really love
. She closed her eyes, captured his mouth and groaned his name as she came again, her body vibrating.
James came right behind her, his heart speaking to her through his touch and his taste. His toes were still stuck in a stiff curl as he crawled off and cuddled beside her.
Beverly pulled him close, ruffling his hair and sighing in sated release, wondering if her decision would come to fruition.
*****
“Our National News Anchor of the Year, James Weathers!”
The banquet had been a long affair but Beverly had worked her way through it. She’d never been to an affair like this and at first, she’d been overwhelmed by the attention lavished on her as Mrs. James Weathers. Of course, some of that attention had been negative, especially from Grace Wilding. She’d learned that Grace had still wanted James and was furious that he’d marry a black girl. That bit of negativity was buried under requests for her design services and compliments on taming the wild man known as Jack.
The after-party going full blast when Beverly took James out to the balcony to enjoy the bright lights of the city. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It certainly is.” James was thinking back to the Beverly Johansson he’d met all those months ago and compared her to this edition. That Beverly was sloppy, depressed and had no self-esteem. This Beverly was elegant, well-spoken and had a smile that lit her smoky eyes from within. She was still heavy, but she dressed better and her gorgeous hair framed her dimpled face.
She graced him with the special smile that she reserved just for him. “Not me, knucklehead. The city.”
James stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. “I’ve always loved Seattle’s skyline. I love it more now that I have someone to share it with.”
Beverly gave him a gentle squeeze, turning in his arms. “I have a gift for you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.” She reached into her purse, drawing out a long, flat case. “Can’t a wife give her husband a gift, especially since he’s National News Anchor of the Year?”
James laughed and accepted the case, lifting the lid and pausing in shock. He could barely hear her words, the blood was thundering so loudly in his ears.
I thought this would be the perfect gift
… Nestled in the soft folds of midnight blue velvet was a pregnancy tester with a huge plus sign in the center. “D-Does this mean what I think it means?”
