Now Wouldn't You Like to Know (12 page)

Returning to the Navigator, Diana and I unpacked what we needed and turned it over to a bellhop. I gave my keys to a young college-aged valet for parking. Diana and I followed in the wake of the bellhop who led us to our suite.

Once we arrived at the suite I handed the polite bellhop a five dollar tip. Then I returned my attention to Diana.

“Wow, get-outta-here! This must be the presidential suite,” she said excitingly, enamored by her surroundings. “I thought you told me that you were looking for a job?”

“Of course I am,” I replied, marveling at the interior myself. “Like I said before, this suite was reserved for me, compliments of the company that is interested in hiring me.”

“You must be one hell of a computer analyst and computer repair man,” she said looking around the suite.

“Actually I am a super freak computer analyst and repair man,” I added colorfully. “Just the same, the position I am vying for is an upper managerial position. They want me to take over their repair division. Basically, I am going to be a senior manager.”

“Wow,” she sighed. Whether her remark was on account of my promotion or the fine trappings we were in, I did not know. But the place was out of this world. To our right was a spacious living and dining room area with an abundance of natural light and a great view of the city of Philadelphia. Both room areas had parquet wood floors.

Walking into the bedroom we took note of the King size bed to our left, covered with sumptuous black satin linen, all piled atop an irresistible pillow top mattress along with a sculptural chaise in a deep blue fabric. In one corner of the bedroom was a roomy work area. High-speed internet was on the house. Going over to an opening we entered a luxurious marble bathroom with a tiled floor. A dark blue oval bathtub sat front and center of the marbled wall. I felt like we had hit the lottery and had gone to Vegas to celebrate. Diana said that she felt like a princess, someone born in wealth and had royal blood flowing through their veins.

After our whirlwind tour, Diana and I settled in. True to her word, she ran me a bath in an oval shaped tub.

“God, with you here and the setting that we’re in, I feel like a married man again,” I said, delighting in the romantic atmosphere I found myself in. “Matter of fact, I feel like I’m rich and married.”

“Hey, I thought you had no plans of ever marrying again,” Diana said in jest.

“I didn’t say that I wanted to get married, I just said that I feel like I am.”

“Well, at least that’s a start,” she said smiling.

“Just the same, I thought you said that you were never going to fall in love again?” I said, tossing the thought like a hand grenade.

Closing the gap between us, she pressed her warm body against mine and wrapped her arms around my broad neck. “I giess I’ll have to admit that Lady Fate has changed all of that.”

Encircling her small waist with my arms, I pulled her closer as I placed my mouth over her hot mouth, the two of us savoring the wave of excitement coursing through our beings.

“Sheldon, are you falling in love with me?” she asked coming up for air and gazing at me with those dreamy eyes of hers.

“Diana, I can honestly say now, that I fell in love with you the day I saw you standing there on the curb waiting for a cab.”

“I didn’t know that Sheldon,” she professed, her eyes glittering.

“So, when did you start feeling something for me?” I asked curiously.

“I realized I was falling for you after you ran over to assist that guy who flipped his car. But I tried my best to resist what I was feeling inside until I knew how you felt for me. It wasn’t until we went to the zoo that I was certain you felt what I was feeling for you. By then I had already fallen in love with you Sheldon.”

“But you barely said anything to me after the night we arrived in Washington. And then you spent all of that time with Ray, especially at the zoo.”

“Sheldon, don’t you know that was just my way of getting your attention?”

“Oooh,” I sighed in response. I had sensed all along that she was trying to make me jealous back in Washington by way of Ray. But she was right; I had grown jealous at the time. Quite jealous. But her tactic worked. It brought me out of my shell.

“Look, I had better go and check on your bath water, okay.”

“Sure,” I said, giving her a smile that held mystery and promise.

“I’ll definitely be back after that sexy look,” she beamed, taking off.

When she returned, I was wearing only my black designer’s briefs. The way she paused and looked at me with wide opened eyes, for a second I thought I was prime rib about to be served.

“God, I see that you come with the complete package,” she said, closing the gap between us and running her hands on my chest and shoulders and arms. “Hey, I better get you in the tub before I lose all control.”

“We wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we?” I said in jest.

“No, we wouldn’t,” she said with an amusing smile.

Taking me by the hand she led me into the bath area and then left to return to the bedroom. The tub was full of large bubbles. Stripping, I stepped inside and lowered myself down. The water came up to my chest. To my delight, it was warm, comfortable, and soothing. I was scrubbing myself down with an all-natural sponge swollen with water and soap suds when Diana walked in wearing a long white cotton robe, and apparently nothing more.

Pausing in front of me, she opened it wide, and when she did I took into view the most perfect and sensational body I had ever bared witness to. As beautiful as she was with clothes on, even I was stunned by her natural and flawless beauty without them. I continue to watch in amazement as she let the robe drop to the tiled floor. The work of art I witnessed before me was as magnificent and priceless as any sculptured done by the famous sculptor and painter Michaelangelo. Her face was angelic, her breasts more than ample. Her thighs and legs were as shapely as any reigning Ms. Universe, and her luscious bushy forest, it was as dark and as mysterious as the African continent itself. It was a jungle that begged to be explored. Stepping into the tub to join me, she eased her lovely form down into the warm water then faced me smiling.

“You like what you saw?” she asked, taking a bar of soap in hand.

“Baby, you don’t know the half of it. I loved it,” I answered with a toothy smile.

Taking the sponge in hand, she soaped it up and rubbed me down. When she was finished with my chest and shoulder area she had me turn around so that she could wash my back. Then came my turn. I cannot describe the sensation I felt when I touched her bare breasts for the first time. I will say that my arousal level was off the chart. My mind was no longer on bathing or washing; that was for sure. But Diana wouldn’t allow me to deviate from what she had in mind and that was to wash me and explore all of me with her hands. I guess it was some sort of foreplay for her. For me, one touch of her body had been enough set my hormones on fire. The urgency of my longing was immediate and indescribable. I was ready to get busy.

After we finished bathing, we dried one another off with large towels. Then she led me into the bedroom, her hand clasping my hand. Once we arrived by the bed she turned and gazed up into my eyes. From that moment I took charge.

Lowering my head, I brought my full lips to hers in a mutual sharing and exchange of exotic sensations and unspoken passion. What coursed through my body and soul was an ecstasy not of this world. Her wet kisses left me drunk with desire. Her clean and spicy fragrance left me numbed. Over the years I had forgotten how wonderful, magical and powerful love could be. But Diana was here to remind me every step of the way. Her warm and soft nude body was pressed against my hard nude body. Our bodies were locked in an erotic tug of war of sorts, as we kissed and explored and took liberty with one another. It was obvious to her that my innate desire had reached its full potential. Though we kissed and sighed and explored one another’s body and with abandonment, I was ready to probe deeper. Much deeper.

Coming up for air I said, “What about that massage you promised me?”

“I’m going to have to put that off until tomorrow morning,” she said with a sexy gaze. “Right now, I have something else in mind I want to massage.”

With that line, my mouth moved over hers in an unhurried, almost casual way, our heads spinning, the sensation from our hot lips spreading and expanding until we both felt our hearts pounding against one another and a rising heat inside of us that begged to be doused. Her kisses lingered, refusing to go away, and long after I’d stop kissing her. As for Diana, I knew that I had instinctively created little fires inside of her that would not quickly go out. But I was more than willing to try.

Easing her down onto the bed, I left a trail of wet kisses from the nape of her neck to her soft delicate throat and down to her warm heaving breasts. While there, I took time to circle her swollen nipples with my tongue as she moaned lightly, her hands running through my hair. As she kissed me with an urgency I had not felt in a while, I could see that her hips were moving in a rhythm she had no control over. No longer able or willing to deny her, I positioned myself over her, my thighs brushing up against her thighs, and made a deliberate thrusting motion. And when I did, she let out a soft moan. It was a warm and delicate and wet sensation that seemed to exist solely to drive a man wild with desire. It was a magical moment. Almost instantaneously, I began to work a little of my own magic.

It seemed as though I had been moving above her for hours, our bodies locked in a synchronized struggle of sorts, until the passion and tension inside of us had finally built to a crescendo. Clutching my shoulders tightly, she quickened her pace and gyrating body beneath me until I too, felt a burning sensation growing inside of me. As we moved together we thrust and pulled until we both erupted inside, Diana letting out a primal scream. Arching my back, I doused the flames that had been quietly burning inside of her. When I had released all that I had to give, I collapsed alongside of her, breathing heavily and erratically. I was beyond spent. My tank was drained dry.

Spooning her, I pressed my body up against hers and caressed her arm, hip, and thigh and her bottom. I inhaled her sweet fragrance and kissed her on the neck and then just below the ear.

“I have never felt as satisfied as I feel now, Diana,” I told her from behind, stroking her face tenderly with one of my fingers.

“And I have never erupted like you made me erupt tonight,” she said, reaching back with her hand and rubbing my thigh.

“You set me off as well,” I replied. “Baby, you took me to the moon tonight.”

“I love you Sheldon,” she professed, turning over to face me. “I really am in love with you.”

“And I am madly in love with you Diana,” I confessed. “I love you with all of my heart and will always.”

“Oh, it’s so wonderful to be in love,” she said delightfully, rolling over onto her back.

“And it’s wonderful being in love with such a beautiful and wonderful woman as yourself, Diana,” I replied as my lips hovered just above hers.

Once again I delighted in tasting lips that were as flavor-rich as the finest of French wines. And lips that made me feel mildly intoxicated as any French dinner wine would.

Reaching over, I grabbed a long pillow and placed it under our heads, then pulled the cover over us and snuggled up against her. It was going on 2:00AM. I was tempted to set the clock, but I decided against that. We’d just sleep in late.

Before I knew it, it was lights out, at least for me.

Chapter 11

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he ringing of the phone awoke me abruptly. I shot upward and saw Dina reaching for her cellphone. She was still as nude as any Michaelangelo statue.

“Hello,” she said into it after clearing her throat. “Oh, how are you Ray? Yes, I’m fine.”

Reaching over for my briefs, I slid them on and sat at the edge of the bed next to Diana.

“Oh, that’s nice of you, very thoughtful Ray,” she said into the phone. “Listen Ray, I just wanted to tell you that I had the most wonderful time in Washington. I really did. Look, I really don’t know how to put this, but I think you oughta know that we can only be friends. Oh no, it wasn’t anything you said or did, Ray, not at all. It’s just that I am in love with Sheldon and he is very much in love with me. Sure. Yes, I knew you’d understand. Okay, you stay sweet as well. Goodbye Ray.”

Turning to me, she pushed her disheveled hair from her face and broke into a warm smile and kissed me.

“Good morning,” I said with an easy smile. “So, how are you?”

“I’m feeling just fine, especially now that I’ve cleared the air with Ray. God, I really hated telling him this way.”

“Well, how else would you have told him?”

“Oh, perhaps in a letter or a text.”

“He’s a big boy, he’ll get over it,” I assured her as I wrapped my arm around her waist. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

“I’ll need to wash up first, and fix my hair,” she said rising up. Picking up her robe, she slid her arms and her lovely frame into it.

“I’m going to lie back down until you’re finished in the bathroom, okay?” I asked leaning back onto the bed.

“Sure, babe,” she said tossing me another smile.

Reaching for the remote, I turned the flat screen monitor on and watched the Philadelphia early morning news. Thirty minutes later I heard the hair dryer come on and blow loudly. I continued to listen to the news with my eyes closed.

An hour later, Diana emerged from out of the bathroom looking like a million dollars again.

“It’s your turn,” she sang, going over to her travel bag.

Taking my precious time, I rose up, grabbed a few items, and headed into the bathroom. When I returned to her side thirty-five minutes later, I was looking suave and polished.

“Come on over here and sit by me,” she said with those enticing eyes and that bright smile of hers.

Obediently, I walked over and sat next to her. I was wearing dark brown pants, a long sleeve black top, and brown shoes. Diana was wearing a black shirt and a brown knit sweater. We really looked like a married couple, she acknowledged as we glanced over at the mirror and our images.