"Baby, I need you to tell me what you think about this track I just finished." Dallas yelled excitedly while on his way to the kitchen where his new wife, Sira, stood elbow deep in dishwashing suds.
He paused at the top of the staircase and took a good look at her. Even in this moment, after putting together some of his best work that he was certain would put him on the map, he just had to stop and admire her beauty. Her skin was the same color and creamy consistency of smooth peanut butter, her long jet black hair always seemed to glisten, and her figure was just as tight as it ever was, thanks to her part time occupation as a Pilates instructor. He stopped in the doorway for a moment to appreciate the view he had of her "onion booty", as he affectionately called it. He could see every dip and valley that her body made in her clingy workout gear that she hadn't yet changed out of. She looked so damn sexy.
"So you're done, huh? You've been acting all secretive for the past two weeks and now you're finally ready to stop being stingy? I better hurry up and get down there before you change your mind!" She dried her hands and turned to him, her dark almond eyes full of anticipation. Dallas chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a kiss on her neck. He knew that was Sira's feigned annoyance was just her way of saying that she was just as excited as he was.
Sira wrapped her own arms around her man and put her full lips on his and inhaled his scent. Sometimes she had to feel him to make sure that he was real. His cocoa brown skin, broad shoulders, full lips and ass never failed to thrill her. With the busy lives that they led, she relished every opportunity she had to get skin to skin contact with him. He didn't have to do much to get her juices flowing; like right now, his breath on her face was driving her crazy! She didn't know if it was really possible for a man to make her dizzy and weak, or if it was just the intoxication of being a newlywed, but she did know that she would do anything for the feeling that he gave her, just like a heroine addict.
"I can't wait to hear what's been keeping you all locked up in that studio all these days. I'm gonna go freshen up and get comfortable before I come downstairs." She said as she planted soft kisses on the side of his face. "I'll be down shortly."
Dallas stiffened inside of his sweatpants. He knew what that meant. The first time they had sex was in Dallas's studio when he brought her there to listen to his music. He hadn't known then that his artistic prowess would be such a turn on for Sira. That night, when he touched her there, she came almost instantly-twice! He'd never seen anything like it, and he had just stood there in amazement as she rained down on him, totally oblivious to anything but her own pleasure.
Sira reluctantly broke away from her husband and rushed to their bedroom so that she could prepare for what was sure to be an afternoon rendezvous. In their bathroom, she quickly stripped out of her workout gear and hopped in the shower. Even though she was in a rush, she made sure to wash carefully so that she would be at the peak of freshness when Dallas touched her there. She could feel herself throbbing under the pulsating water, and her nipples got hard in as she thought about how he would feel inside her. She licked her lips as she thought about how he would taste, and she briefly pleasured herself on the shower floor. She didn't bring herself to full climax though, she wanted to save that for Dallas because she knew he would deliver.
After her shower, Sira rubbed her body down with cocoa butter, taking extra time with her breasts to make sure that they were smooth as a baby's ass. She doused herself with her favorite fragrance, one made up of essential oils, and made sure to put some in her bellybutton.
Sira thought about the first time she'd gone through this ritual for Dallas. They had only been dating for a couple of months, but she already knew that she was in love. She wanted to do something special for him, so she invited him to her place and greeted him at the door wearing a corset and a smile. The look on his face had been so priceless she'd decided to keep it going so that he would always anticipate seeing her just as much as she anticipated seeing him.
After letting her hair loose and giving her face a once over, Sira took survey of her Victoria's Secret collection, which took up a whole chest of drawers in her closet. It was jam full of teddies, baby dolls, merry widows, corsets, and every kind of push- up- bra-and-thong combo that they sold. She loved all the frilly stuff, but she settled on a simple lace and mesh baby doll with a matching thong. She didn't want to fuss with anything that would prolong the time that it took to get bare. She began to throb again as she slipped on her lingerie. Sira hastily put on her short cotton robe and slipped into some comfy slippers. She hurried downstairs to join Dallas in their home studio.Downstairs, Dallas was playing with his keyboard, trying to keep his mind off of his pulsating dick. He had been so caught up with his music for the past couple of weeks that he and Sira had not had the opportunity for real intimacy. They had a couple of quickies in the shower and in the early morning hours before work, but he had not taken the time to really give it to her like he normally did. It was more like just a release for the both of them, but now he had the chance to make her sing along with his music, and that was exactly what he was going to do.
He glanced around the studio and smiled to himself. It was pretty clean, thanks to Sira. She had actually taken the liberty of decorating the whole place for him. There was a tapestry on the far wall that was covered with the faces of famous musical greats. On the floor beneath that was a large square cotton mat that Sira had surrounded with a bunch of pillows that coordinated with the tapestry. Since they'd purchased this house, that mat had been the scene of many of their sex tape ventures. Dallas would never forget coming home to find a video playing on his computer of Sira spread eagle, pleasuring herself. His dick jumped as he thought of how she'd looked lying on the mat with her pussy out and her chocolate nipples pointed at the sky. Sira wasn't home, so he'd waited patiently for her while his dick throbbed. When she finally arrived, Dallas pounced on her, much to her delight. They went at it all night, and then stayed in all day.
He snapped out of his thoughts as Sira descended the flight of stairs that led to the studio. He watched as her creamy peanut butter thighs revealed themselves on the stairway. She was dressed simply in a short white cotton robe and matching slippers, but he knew better. If there was one thing his wife was good for, it was mystery, so there was really no telling what was underneath her nondescript wrapping.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." she said in her seductive drawl as she crawled in his lap and wrapped her arm around him.
"Ok. Here it goes." and with that Dallas hit the play button.
