imagine you’re dating spencer and instead of him not being able to keep his hands off you, he can’t keep his hands on you. during sex he’s always to scared to put it in because he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he substitutes by sticking his pretty little face between your thighs and cleaning your messy cunt with his tongue and running your a warm bath afterwards. on your honeymoon, you guys had p in v sex for the first time and he did not hold back. it felt so amazing, but he ended up bruising your cervix and he wouldn’t touch you for like 3 weeks afterwards. he always muttered ‘i’m sorry- i’m so sorry-’ whenever he even thought that he was going too hard inside of you, he promises to be gentle at first but the pace he goes is always too underwhelming for him so he ends up fucking the lights out of you, only to feel guilty about you being cock drunk; barely being able to form a coherent sentence. he always tells you how pretty you are afterwards, begging you to forgive him. and you love it.
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Ever since you found out that your Uncle Sam was the Falcon, you had begged and pleaded to have him introduce you to your favorite superhero, Spider-Man. It wasn’t until he agreed to let you stay with him for the week while your mom was away on a business trip did he finally grant your wish. He brought you over to the Avengers compound for the afternoon to meet him.
“Yo, Spider-Boy, you got a sec?” Sam asks, walking into the private gym with you following right behind him.
Peter, who was in the middle of exercising, pauses and looks over his shoulder to see Sam and you approaching him.
“It’s Spider-Man.” Peter corrects, stepping away from the punching bag. He wipes the excess sweat from his forehead using the back of his arm.
“Get some bass in that voice of yours and we’ll talk about calling you that.” Sam said.
“Why are you here exactly?” Peter ignores Sam’s jab.
“I’m here to introduce you to my niece, (Name). She’s a big fan of Spider-Man.” Sam said pushing you out from behind him.
“Your niece?” Peter looks at you, making you suddenly feel shy when he looks at you.
“Yeah, she begged me to introduce after she swore up and down she wouldn’t tell anybody who you were. Plus, I can’t say no to my favorite niece.” Sam said, ruffling your hair.
“I’m your only niece. Will you please stop embarrassing me?” You ask, gently shoving his hand off your head.
When Sam mentioned that he had a niece and wanted to meet him, Peter half expected to see a cute little girl standing beside Sam. Yeah, you were definitely super cute, but you were anything but little. You looked to be about the same age as him and close in height too.
“Hey, I promise you that you’re doing that all on your own.” Sam chuckles.
You ignore your uncle before you turn to face Peter, ignoring the screams in your head that you were finally standing in front of the one and only Spider-Man. “But yes, hi. Um... I’m (Name). It’s so cool to finally meet you. I know you probably get this a lot but you...you’re my favorite Avenger.”
“R-Really? Wow, I don’t... I don’t know what to say other than thanks. That means a lot. And no, I actually don’t get that a whole lot. Not from girls anyway. So, um, it’s nice to hear you say that.” Peter stares at you at a loss for words. It was the first time he had been called someone’s favorite Avenger, especially by someone so cute.
“You’re welcome.” You smile at him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach when he shyly returns your smile.
“So, uh, what brings you out here?” Peter asks, awkwardly shoving his hands into his workout pants.
“Oh, I’m just staying in town for the week with my Uncle Sam. My mom’s out of town on business and it’s my first time being in New York so I’m hoping to see the sights before I head back home.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Maybe, I could uh... show you around the city or something while you’re still here before you head back home?”
“Can I?” You turn to Sam, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.
“Oh brother,” Sam rolls his eyes before he shakes his head in amusement and relents. “I suppose we could arrange something.”
“Yes!” You and Peter both cheer in unison.
“I swear it’s like I’m watching an episode of the Love Connection.”
“Um, what’s the Love Connection?” Peter looks at Sam with curiosity.
“Don’t worry about it. I forgot I’m talking to the same dude who thinks The Empire Strikes Back is an old movie.” Sam sighs under his breath.
“It is.” You and Peter look at each other when you realize you’re speaking in unison again. You both smile at each other and start to laugh.
“What’ve I done...?” Sam stares up at the ceiling.
Author’s Note: We’re still in fluffy territory right now, but things pick up in the next part. I’m having so much fun writing this! Hey, look at me. Writing fluff. Who would have thought? Not me.
Characters: Chef Coco Cruz & Black OC
Chapter Summary: Coco and Olivia officially meet for the first time.
Previous Chapter: Two
Chapter Three
On Park Sundays, Olivia’s always the first one to stir in the apartment. There’s an initial panic just as Shanice remembers what’s supposed to happen on this particular Sunday, but the feeling subsides to an undercurrent as she’s getting Olivia ready. Shanice takes her time in the closet, carefully considering her wardrobe this morning. She opts for a fitted tee and jeans instead of her usual hoodie and hat combo.
She catches her reflection in the mirror and slows her movements, suddenly finding this extra work is ridiculous for someone who may not even show. The anxiety begins to creep up again, slinking into the room.
What if she hates him? Shanice thinks. Or worse, what if she loves him and then he abandons her?
She doesn’t dwell on these thoughts for very long because Olivia is pulling her out the door soon after finishing breakfast. Shanice is still chewing a piece of toast when they get onto the highway.
They’re only at the playground for half an hour and Olivia’s disheveled clothing already looks like she’s halfway through finishing a decathlon. Shanice is watching Olivia go down the slide when she receives a text from Coco, signaling that he’s five minutes away. She beckons to Olivia, and she reluctantly trudges over.
“I don’t wanna leave yet,” Olivia begins to whine in protest.
“No, no, we’re not leaving,” Shanice shakes her head. “Remember I’ve been telling you that mommy’s friend from the other night might come to the park?”
Olivia shrugs, longingly gazing over at the rush of kids now heading to the wooden pirate ship. “The man that bringed the pizza?”
“He didn’t bring–” Shanice shakes the thought out of her head. “Yes, him. He’s coming over here to say hello.”
“How come?”
“Well, you know, he really likes the park, so when I told him we were going to be here, he asked to join us,” Shanice explains in logic that only makes sense to a child. “All you have to do is say hello and remember your manners. That’s it.”
Olivia waits impatiently, fidgeting back and forth on her feet. Shanice is thankful when she finally catches a glimpse of Coco rising from a car in the parking lot. She lifts Olivia and sets the child on her hip as Coco closes the distance between himself and the girls.
“Glad you made it,” Shanice greets him with a smile, and she’s genuinely relieved he’s kept this first promise. “Olivia, can you say hi to Johnny for me?”
Olivia shrinks at the attention, as she usually does with strangers. “Hi,” she says, turning into Shanice’s shoulder.
Coco’s lips part into a crescent, but he can only suck in a quick, soundless breath. His mouth wordlessly falters before smiling and giving way to simple yet weighted beginnings. “It’s nice to meet you, Olivia. You can call me Coco if you want.”
“Kay,” Olivia’s voice comes out no more than a breath as she lays her head on Shanice’s shoulder and pulls a few of Shanice’s shoulder-length twists over her eyes. Olivia curls in closer, attempting to disappear against the woman.
“It’s alright,” Shanice whispers back, giving a small squeeze. It’s alright, it’s alright. “Do you want to go back?”
Olivia nods slowly and Shanice lets her slink back to the ground.
“Where I can see you!” Shanice calls out to the small, retreating figure before stepping off to the side with some of the other parents. Coco sidesteps to follow her lead.
“Sorry.” Shanice can’t help but apologize. “Olivia’s just really shy around people.”
“Not your fault I’m a stranger,” Coco says. “Maybe I should’ve brought her a gift or something-”
“She doesn’t need gifts,” Shanice shakes her head, holding up her hand to stop him mid-sentence. “Just a little time, if you’re willing to give her yours. She’s a completely different kid when she’s comfortable.”
Coco’s sheepish gaze lands on Olivia and it follows her as she chases another girl over to the ship’s nautical wheel. Without taking his eyes off the children, he starts speaking. “I got another daughter, you know. That hostess at the restaurant?” He turns to Shanice, and she nods to both acknowledge and encourage. “My mom pretty much raised her as my sister until she was twelve. That’s when we let her know, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so pissed. Got her a laptop and a new phone, thinking it would make her happy. She set them both behind my car one day, so I rolled right over them when I was backing out.”
Shanice suddenly snorts and Coco looks at her strangely at the outburst. She cups her mouth with both hands, but it does little to stifle her growing laughter. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to say all that.”
“I didn’t even mean to unload that family drama on you,” Coco chuckles, watching her laughter settle. His face contorts into an incredulous half-grin. “Don’t know why I even told you that.”
Shanice understands what he means. Their first two meetings they share are tense, but she allows herself to be nicer today until she’s given a reason not to be. As they speak, this moment is oddly comfortable. Like meeting an old friend…under the strangest circumstances.
“I haven’t been a teacher very long,” Shanice begins, composing herself, “But I’ve learned that teenagers are some of the most vindictive people in the world. Exceptional grudge-holders. It’s pretty impressive, actually.”
Coco smiles as he nods, thoughts briefly somewhere else. “Yeah, Letty’s good at that.”
“Couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t in school,” Shanice leads, trying not to seem like she’s being judgmental or prying, but she is pretty nosy.
“We’re in the middle of moving her into my place. I gotta get her registered for school and all that, so my mom can go traveling Europe and shiiii…” Coco’s voice strains towards the end when he realizes he’s about to swear in the middle of the playground. “She deserves to travel and have some fun after raising Letty. But it’s about to be all on me, and I’m just…”
“Scared?” she offers, and he shrugs. “Understandable. I’m not an expert, but kids mostly just need to feel safe, be encouraged, and be able to trust you.”
“I had all that and still ended up in jail.”
“Good point,” She playfully concedes with a shrug. “Sometimes you just gotta cross your fingers and hope for the best.”
After a beat, he knits his eyebrows together as he recalls something. “Wait, where do you teach?”
“I’m an English teacher at Damon Pope.”
His eyebrows raise in surprise, “That’s where Letty starts on Monday.”
“Really?” Shanice shares a similar look of disbelief. “So, you don’t live too far away from us.”
“Right at the edge of town,” he tells her. They get quiet, leaving things unsaid. He’d been living so close to Olivia and didn’t even realize until recently. Within the same school district.
Their conversation is benign after the awkward break. They opt for small talk until Olivia runs over with wood chips sticking to her feet and her hair coming out of her puffs.
“Can we go eat?” she asks, huffing and puffing.
“You want your PB&J?” Shanice asks, reaching to fix her hair.
“PB&J and pizza!” Olivia exclaims with a smile, throwing her tiny fists in the air.
Shanice makes a disgusted face, “Pizza again?”
Coco chimes in with an idea. “How about somethin’ with less preservatives? You two could come back to the restaurant.”
Olivia’s stomach answers for them both.
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Once at Tres Reyes, Shanice is again overwhelmed by the amazing smell coming from the kitchen. She’d been secretly craving the food since stepping foot inside the restaurant. Letty’s at the front desk and she does a double take when she sees Coco being followed in by Shanice and the little girl.
“This is Letty,” Coco tells her, tapping his hand on the podium twice to pull her attention towards him. She is unabashedly staring at the child. Her little sister. “Letty, this is Shanice and Olivia.”
Shanice and Letty share very heavy nice to meet you’s.
“Where’s jefe?” He asks with a nod.
“Next door, yelling at Chucky again,” Letty tells him, staring at Olivia.
Letty puffs out her cheeks and crosses her eyes, making Olivia giggle through her teeth against Shanice’s shoulder.
“She’s so cute,” Letty gushes, but her voice is low as she seems to be speaking only to herself.
Coco surveys the restaurant with a glance. “It’s pretty slow, you want to help me with something?”
Letty nods.
“I’m gonna bring out a few things,” Coco says as he leads them through the restaurant before landing at a booth near the service window.
Coco throws an arm over Letty’s shoulder and whispers something in her ear as they walk towards the kitchen. By the soothing look in his eyes, Shanice can tell it’s an apology. He doesn’t expect to have his two daughters meet this way, and the weight of the moment doesn’t fully register until now. They go to the back for a while and an older woman with long dark hair approaches the table.
“I’m Vicki,” the waitress greets them. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just a ginger ale for me, please,” Shanice says.
Vicki turns to Olivia, “And what about you, princesa?”
“Apple juice, please,” Olivia speaks slightly muffled, biting the collar of her shirt. Shanice tugs the fabric from between her teeth.
Vicki smiles, giving them both a knowing look before walking away from the table. She wonders how many people Coco has told about what’s happening. Everyone is in on this big secret except Olivia.
Coco and Letty soon walk out with three trays filled with small bowls of toppings. On a single tray was a small tortilla. They place them on the table and Letty seems to linger until the restaurant door opens. She hesitates but leaves to tend to the incoming customers.
“This is kinda like a pizza. We can put anything on it,” Coco explains, picking up the first bowl.
Shanice encourages the moment, “This all looks so good, doesn’t it, Mushroom?”
Olivia only nods, still uncomfortable about her surroundings. She settles onto her knees with her hands flat on the table as she leans closer. She scrunches her face up, squinting with one eye at something in particular. “Where’s a’sauce?”
“We’re gonna spread this on it instead,” Coco says, holding up the bowl of refried beans. He demonstrates spreading it on half the tortilla. “You wanna try?”
Shanice watches as the words spark excitement in Olivia’s eyes. What Olivia actually hears is ‘You wanna help me make a mess?’ Her favorite pastime. She takes the spoon Coco’s offers and starts spreading the beans on the rest of the tortilla.
“Good, now you can put anything you want on it,” Coco tells her, pushing a bowl of shredded cheese towards her.
She dips her little fingers in the bowl and starts sprinkling it all over the pizza, but it mostly gets on the table. She takes some of the cheese from the table in the other hand and stuffs it in her mouth.
“Hey!” Shanice says, briefly tickling both Olivia’s sides, eliciting a loud laugh. She involuntarily brings her arms down to shield her sides. “Don’t eat all the ingredients!” Olivia just eats more, laughing louder.
Coco gets a playful look on his face before taking a small piece of diced tomato. He throws the piece in the air and catches it in his mouth. Olivia is astonished, immediately tries to do the same with the cheese, but it ends up all around her like confetti. Some lands in her hair, but Olivia only laughs again.
“Boy…” Shanice slowly sets her gaze on Coco, giving him a comically blank stare.
Olivia has a diced tomato in her hand aimed like a baseball. She throws the tomato at Coco and he expertly catches it in his mouth. Before Shanice can say anything else, Olivia throws a handful of cheese at her, expecting Shanice to also catch it in her mouth, but it catches her off guard. Cheese falls on her chest and soldiers.
“Sorry,” Olivia sings, but she doesn’t look sorry at all. She’s smiling from ear to ear, stuffing more cheese in her mouth.
Coco lets out a laugh as Shanice eats the cheese from her shirt. In that moment, Shanice can see what Mel found attractive about him four years ago. She notices the dimple in his cheek deepening every time he smiles.
“Love that you taught her that,” Shanice says with playful sarcasm, as she picks cheese out of her hair. “Alright, let’s finish so we can eat the, uh…”
“It’s called a tlayuda,” Coco finishes.
“A yuda?” Olivia questions.
Coco smirks at her pronunciation “Yeah, it’s almost like a pizza.”
“Kay,” Olivia says, focusing on putting more toppings on the tlayuda.
A few moments later, Letty returns with a much neater version of the dish. Her mouth waters at the strips of steak, cheese, and fresh avocado loaded onto the tortilla.
“Sit with us?” Shanice suggests. Letty doesn’t hesitate, sliding next to Coco and bumping him in the process. Coco dramatically crashes into the booth’s half wall, eliciting another giggle from Olivia. Slowly, the little girl Shanice is familiar with begins to emerge.
“Hi, Olivia,” Letty greets her again. She’s trying to make eye contact with a preoccupied Olivia, as if she’s trying to get the attention of the cool kid at school. “I’m Letty.”
“Hi,” Olivia croaks out between haphazard bites of the tlayuda she’s made. She greets Letty out of reflex and immediately looks up when she realizes three sets of eyes are on her. Olivia suddenly plops down on Shanice’s lap, pushing the back of her head against her chest.
“So Letty,” Shanice begins, wrapping her arm across Olivia. “We’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other. I teach over at Damon Pope.”
“Forreal?” Letty asks slyly as she takes out her waitress pen and pad from her apron. She wets the pen with the tip of her tongue. “And which class is that again?”
Shanice lets out a small laugh when Coco’s eyebrows furrow suspiciously. “Why you wanna know?”
“I’m just assuming it wouldn’t hurt to know the teacher personally.”
“I teach English, but I’m kind of known for being a tough grader.”
“Ooh, then forget it,” Letty says, putting her pen and pad down on the table. Coco tsked.
Shanice can’t help but laugh, “Mr. Kochiss teaches British Lit, and I’ve heard a lot of students say that his class has a more…relaxed grading policy,” Shanice says, choosing her words correctly. “But you seem to be a very intelligent girl. If you want a class that’s a little more challenging, I teach Lit Comp. It’s an AP class, but if you’re serious, I’m sure we can work something out.”
“AP?” Letty’s eyebrows raise playfully. “So is that Kochiss with a K or a C?”
“Leticia,” Coco says, his voice coming out as more of a groan.
“Oh, what? I can’t joke now?” Letty asks innocently.
Shanice laughs into her first bite of tlayuda. She has to lean awkwardly over the table because Olivia is still parked on her lap with no intention of moving.
Shanice lets out an unexpected moan when she tastes the food. “This is so good.” She doesn’t realize the way she sounds until she looks up to find Coco’s half-lidded eyes on her. It’s just a flash, but it feels like an eternity when their eyes meet across the table. He quickly averts his eyes down to the table as he taps a song with his fingers.
“When will you…” Letty starts, oblivious to the previous interaction. It pulls Coco’s and Shanice’s attention back. “When are you going to, you know…tell her?”
Shanice loudly clears her throat. “Uh, not for a while. We all still need to get to know each other better. Get comfortable.”
“About that,” Coco interjects. “I was thinkin’ next time we could meet up at the beach.”
Olivia perks up again just then.
“We don’t say eachbay or oolpay or any large bodies of aterway around this one.” Shanice practically hisses the words as she pushes them through her teeth.
“Can we go to the eachbay today? Pleeeease?” Olivia begs.
Shanice threw her hands up in defeat. “Great, now I can’t even say it in pig Latin.”
Coco speaks up, “You know what would be better than going to the beach for just a little while today?”
“What?” Olivia surprisingly doesn’t shy away.
“Staying for the whole day on Saturday. If that’s okay with Shanice, of course.”
Olivia turns around so that she’s kneeling on Shanice’s thighs. The little girl takes Shanice by the face to whisper with wide eyes. “Can we go to the beach on Saddurday?”
Shanice whispers back, mirroring her animated expression. “Yes. As long as you’re good.” Olivia starts leaving greasy kisses all over Shanice’s forehead. “Alright, alright!” she says at full volume now. “Girl, you’re gonna take off my eyebrows.”
“And I could come too, maybe?” Letty asks as Olivia sits back down. For a moment, she’s just a little girl asking to tag along.
“Aye, you gotta be good too,” Coco teases.
Somewhere along the conversation Olivia falls asleep against Shanice’s chest. She looks down at the little girl and is thankful the day doesn’t turn out to be the disaster she’d imagined.
A/N: been on a roll lately with these pieces. I feel like whore too. But like Tommy said so beautifully: “we’re all whores”. This time, I wrote about Tommy, because he’s Thomas fucking Shelby! Do let me know if you guys like my work. And if you’d like to be tagged in my stories let me know. That way, you won’t miss out on anything ;).
Summary: Eveline Shelby (black OFC) owns a few shops herself. One of them is an lingerie shop. Her designers have created a piece for a new nightwear line and Eveline decides that she’ll catch two birds with one stone: her husband Tommy's professional opinion about it and seduce him after a week being swamped with business.
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Eveline Shelby (Black OFC)
Warnings: smuttiness, fingering, language, the sex embodiment that is Thomas Shelby himself and a weak ass attempt at seduction and talking business.
Eveline looked at the outfit with a half smile and dearly how her girls came up with these raunchy looking designs. The tip of her finfer gently smoothed over the Japanese silk fabric and enjoyed the feel on her skin.
It was soft with a very smooth feel to it. Not only comfortable to wear, but the colors were fresh and the hems perfectly accentuated her hips, waist, breasts and buttocks. Who knew underwear could look so enticing, exhilarating and just naught all at once.
Eveline send the outfits to all the Shelby women to sample it for themselves. Smiling mischievously, Eveline’s fingers trace over the edges and curves. She’d have to garner feedback from her own husband before giving the go or no go in this investment.
Then again, what woman wouldn’t want to please and seduce her husband or lover in these?
For Eveline it’s been some time since they were intimate as husband and wife. Both Tommy and her are passionate workaholics, hence the working spaces when neither wanted or could be bothered by anything.
Today was one of those don’t bother me days for Tommy. Eveline felt the blood rush to her cheeks and felt rather naughty and giddy at the same time. After reading the instructions on how to fasten and wear the complete set, Eveline was pleased when looking in the mirror.
The top was a black silk robe that fell to her ankles, which she smoothed her palms over. It covered the bra top and lower pants that were purposely shortened just a tad above her knees. “How do those girls come up with this?” Eveline mused while absently patting the center of her chest, sides of her hips and the space between her legs.
Eveline felt oddly giddy when she thought of how easy it was to take all of this off and put on.
Tommy was busy with the paperwork. He heard his office door click open and thought it was the maid that brought him his dinner. His eyes hurt from the harsh lights, but Tommy didn’t look up to give his eyes a rest.
“Thank you Frances. Tell my wife that she doesn’t have to stay up since I’ll be working.”
“Oh?” The tune of mock surprise sounded almost offended.
Tommy’s concentration was broken. The moment he raised his neck, the pressure on his body eased down his shoulders and back. His response was at the tip of his tongue before stopping himself when his dolled up wife entered.
Tommy was as quiet and scrutinizing as a hawk, wondering if, if he’d forgotten their anniversary or another celebration of sorts. But his body slowly relaxed when he noted the playfulness in her eyes and realized he’d neglected his wife the past week.
Eveline wasn’t a tall woman and despite her petite looking frame, her body was naturally curvy in the bosom, thighs and bottom. She was crunching a lot of space into the smaller spaces of her body and it was even more noticeable when preening herself. Wrapped around her was a long dark robe made of silk. Tommy guessed fron the Chinese. The design was made with a thoughtful lure and accentuated her hips and raised breasts.
Ever since Eveline let her hair grow out again, her whole demeanor looked more relaxed and Tommy dare say wild and free. He liked that when she had her hair all loose, how some curls stubbornly coil and sprung as if living lives of their own. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and the tilt of her painted lips already told Thomas Shelby that he’d finish all this work tomorrow.
“Frances and the rest have the night off l, Mr. Shelby,” Eveline tried to be indifferent by Tommy’s striking eyes. It wouldn’t do to let him already enjoy the surprise if she just tackled him like some weakling. Stopping at the front of his desk, palms resting on the expensive wood she gazed into his eyes briefly before faking interest in the folders and papers he was currently swamped in.
Tommy didn’t remove his attention when she did this. In fact he couldn’t help his amusement from showing. Her fingers absently played with the low patterned edge of the crossover piece in the front. The fabric there was loose and showed the skin of her collarbone and quietly teased the inward dip of her bust.
“Come here love,” Tommy beckoned his wife in a low voice and put his pen down. Slowly, but gradually he leant back in his chair. With that different posture, his line of sight of Eveline in his office broadened. Now, he could see how the soft light only managed to make her more alluring as the dimmed shadows behind her wrapped around her perfectly.
She was truly breathtaking.
“But you’re working,” Eveline answered. The corner of her lips twitched and with that the gentle curve of her eyes did too. “Which is perfect, since I need business advice.”
Tommy watched Eveline sashay in the direction of his expensive whisky, took out two glasses and filled them with the golden-hued drink. Sucking in his lower lip thoughtfully, he was positive his dear wife did indeed come to talk business and less tall after that.
“It’ll only take fifteen minutes and then you can finish with your work.” Eveline held the glasses up to show that she wanted him to come to her and not the other way around. Still, she didn’t show any annoyance with his silence.
Feeling that a break, however long, was needed Tommy rose from behind his desk and in an amble stride went towards Eveline. His fingers touched hers when he accepted his drink and the pair tapped their glasses together in a silent toast. The liquor tasted good on his tongue when he took a sip and decided to indulge his enticing little wife.
“So Mrs. Shelby,” his tone was a bored drawl and unashamedly ogled the space where her cleavage began and stopped. If Eveline wanted to play this little tug and war game with him, Tommy would gladly play along.
“What is this business advice you need of me?”
Eveline licked her lips after taking a sip from her drink. She set her glass down. Puffing her chest out, hands on both sides of her hips she gestured at the robe.
“My girls came with samples for a new line and I need a man’s opinion.” While explaining, Eveline purposely showed him the boring parts such as the sleeves and the edges of the stitches. Then, she shared the details of the form-fitting designs and let her hands and fingers linger at the lower front that covered her thighs, hips, stomach and lastly her chest.
“If you want my honest opinion,” Tommy’s eyes followed the way her hand moved, touched and palmed the areas where he so often did. It only dawned to him now, in this moment, that he and Eveline were so swamped with business lately and didn’t have time for each other.
He smiled faintly. “I like that it brings out all the areas of your body that I love. But the robe itself isn’t striking or as as eye catching as you.”
“No?” Eveline feigned surprise with both her eyes and mouth. She slid her hand down her stomach and played with the silk belt that kept it together and shut. “Would your mind be swayed if I told you this comes as a matching set?” After the question, Eveline reached out for his free hand and brought it to the belt.
“Depends,” Tommy downed down the rest of his drink, discarded his glass and took a step closer so he could tug at the silk string. The faint smile on her face and the way she never looked away to break eye contact with him pulled the edge of his lip up too.
“On?” Eveline asked in a whisper when one hand very slowly unwrapped the knot from her middle. His other hand palmed her behind, the dip of her waist and glided all the way to the side of her breast and gently applied pressure to it. The feel of his firm grip and the soft silk created a rash of goosebumps on her skin. Eveline bit her lower lip to stifle the faint gasp.
“If fifteen minutes is enough to convince whether you should invest in this or not… tailoring is not my business expertise.” Finally, the knot loosened and the crossed front unwrapped and Tommy’s eyes remained on the bra and pants wrapped so snuggly around her body.
“Like I said,” Eveline purred and touched the front of his tie but doesn’t quite allow him to touch the skin and guided Tommy’s hands to the cord that sat at the front of her strapless bra and one at her right hip. “I just need a man’s opinion on this.”
Eveline was trying to tease and it worked.
Tommy was fighting every single cell in his body not to push Eveline down and tear at the strings that kept her undergarments attached. Even if she didn’t attempt to hide her body from him, she still flushed under his intense gaze. The plump mounds of her breasts were cupped by a ivory sating and a little bit of lace.
Eveline’s own breathing was unsteady, breast rising and falling as if in invitation. “I personally like it and think it’s worth the investment… I thought you would too,” she explained in a husky tone.
Tugging two fingers at the center down, Tommy pulled down the small ribbon. The silence rolled around them, the room warm. Eveline made a startled sound. It was proving nearly impossible to keep a handle on her emotions with so much of her bared to his eyes.
Eveline helped slide the top off, and felt her body flush heatedly when she allowed it to drop to the floor.
Tommy was aware of slowly stepping back until the back of his knees hit the couch with Eveline on top, straddling him. He blinked and the polished outlines of light behind her framed her body like an erotic artwork of golden cream flushed with life. He looked passed her lowered eyelashes, the soft curve of her cheeks, the lush shape of her lips, the slope of the neck she’d angled to her right … lower. She was made for his palms, promising to fill them to the brim, the dusky brown of her nipples tight little knots he wanted to touch, to feel, to know. Ignoring the sound of rustling, he looked and looked, her body separated from his by bare inches, the hard black of his clothes throwing the vulnerable softness of her into stark relief.
Forcing his mind to the pleasure of this instant when he was with the woman who denied him nothing anymore, he ran both hands down. Her sides and rested it on her hips and murmured her against her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you first before I make love to you Evie.“ Nibbling at the curve of it simply because he wanted to.
Eveline moaned, her body soft and warm in the curve of his pants as she slowly felt Tommy’s groin press into her legs. Releasing her so she could tug off the material, he wrapped one arm around her waist again as soon as she pressed her hands on his shoulders, the fingers of his other hand exploring the tiny bows at the sides of her lace panties. There’d been one on her discarded bra, too, he remembered, in the center.
Tugging at one of the bows decorating her panties, Tommy inhaled when the front dropped and he all but undressed her. He was almost disappointed that there weren’t anymore surprise underneath this wrapped gift. “For the next designs, I’d like to offer my feedback as well.”
Eveline’s skin turned a silky hot shade that made her bite her lip and urged him to stroke, kiss, maybe even bite.
“Only if I’m the first to wear it,” she whispered, melting back into him.
Tommy kissed the side of her neck. “Naturally.” Biting at her in playful warning when he hadn’t known until now that he could play, he luxuriated in her moan. Then, pulse pounding, he slipped his hand around to her navel and under the lace of her panties to cup her flesh.
“Is this all for me?” He asked feeling her wetness and smirked when she jerked.
“Tommy!” Eveline’s voice was high, shocked.
“I’m a bad husband for neglecting my wife… did you think about me when you touched yourself?”
Eveline actually whimpered, her body shaking and going even more damp against his palm. Tommy decided that a sexually frustrated Evie was more than worth it if it meant so many surprises in one night.
“Did you do it like this?” Curving his fingers, he cupped her more firmly. "All hot, wet and bothered because of me.”
“Hmm,” a soft gasp from the dexterity of his touch on her center followed by a shiver crawling up her spine. “I thought of this too,” she said before her legs slowly spread for him so she could palm his cock.
Sighing, Tommy his finger pads brushed over her covered nub one by one. A sharp gasp, wide eyes when his thumb drew slow, circular motions and teased the highly sensitive muscle with her fully exposed and completely naked body quivered.
That roguish smile expanded when he watched her stomach quiver up and down in waves and her chest undulating from the panting. Shifting along the couch as her legs curl around his hips, pulling him close and sliding herself forward.
Tommy kissed and sucked and bit. The throaty noises served as a guide to tug, flick and rub with his hands while his eyes feasted on each pleasurable response he elicit from his soft woman. "Do you know what I think of when you leave me high and dry love?”
“What?” Eveline breathed out and gripped the back of his head, combing through his hair with her fingers. The sharp scrape of his teeth against the shell of her ear stung.
“How I want to take you really slow, then hard, harder, and even harder until you can’t cry… so I can take you again, and again, and again.” Each whispered word came out huskily, sharing his lustful, most intimate fantasy and pinched her clit hard.
Shivering, she dug her nails in his chest. “So fuck me. Deeper and harder than you ever did and don’t stop until I beg you to.”
“You need to come for me first Evie.”
Slowly gyrating her hips with the movements of Tommy’s hand, Eveline looked into his eyes. Smiling briefly before latching her mouth onto his, brushing their noses together. Eveline gently touched the lower part of his half open lip with her index finger and rubbed at it. He replied with a sideward tilt of his head, also rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.
The movement was soft like a feather and tender and Eveline confessed, “I missed you.”
A faint smile softened his face as Tommy brought his lips to hers. This time, the kiss was deep, sensual and long. Her fingers slid down his neck to match with the vigor of the lip lock.
Tommy began to suck on her lower lip, his teeth tugging gently, making her groan. Breathing in deep, he twisted his fingers, rubbed her clit with his thumb and waited.
Eveline’s whole body felt tight, as if her skin had been stretched too thin and was close to bursting. She wanted to rub herself up against the beauty of her husband in front of her.
Eveline put one hand flat on his chest. A shudder shook his strong frame and Tommy made no effort to hide his want in her caresses and his unflinching eyes gave her the confidence. Removing a hand, she ignored the low grunt that came from his throat and put her hands at the center of his pants.
“I missed this.” The look in her eyes made Tommy feel as if he was the most desired man she ever laid eyes on.
His intense focus was a physical touch as she slowly undid the buttons and bringing her hips closer. This all while enjoying his hand petting her wet slit, Eveline leaned over, lips brushing as they spoke.
“I missed you inside me.” It was deliberate on her part; she liked kisses with Tommy. He caught her lower lip between his teeth again in a playful bite and she shivered.
“Like I said love, you need to cum first.” This time it was a demand and her lips slipped.
At this point, Eveline thought with her body. She was coping. More than coping. She was enjoying it. Feeling her stomach clench and the muscles of her legs spasm, leaving her shuddering. An ecstatic cry left her mouth and spots of white burst behind her eyes as she rode the high of her climax.
Tommy breathed out, head raised as he watched Eveline’s face. Her delicate throat was taut and the apex of her chin visible from her snapping her head backwards. He slid his other palm over the dent of her shapely waist, her ribs and sunk his hands into the flesh of her breasts. Her nipple was pert and he pinched it with his forefinger and thumb.
She clearly needed this release more than anything. His touch brought every nerve in her body and brain into euphoria. Nipping with his teeth at the curve of her collarbone, neck and jaw with his lips, Tommy inhaled her perfume.
Eveline still caught her breath and made a sound when Tommy slowly slipped his fingers from her insides. Looking down into bright blue, Eveline slid her hand over his forearm, wrist and the back of his rough and calloused hand that imprisoned her breast. She squeezed it, indicating he could be more firm in his hold.
“Now that I came for you,” Tommy grunted when Eveline began to slowly roll her hips began to roll in circular motions, mesmerized by the flexibility and smooth texture of her body. “I’ll have to return the favor.”
Stop
Drifting
Don't wander to places I can't follow
I know the way
The fossilised footsteps of dozens before me
They know. They went. I stayed
Sometimes your hands wander to places your heart can't follow
I forgot the way
Footprints licked clean
She made a meal of my fear
I watch her from the corner of my eye
Creeping
Closer and closer
I know if I stay
Here
She will only devour me under blankets of darkness
Make a meal out of me
Still I love her
And still
They love her
My thoughts
Are wandering to places you cannot follow
But try
i challenged myself to read a bunch of written work by womxn of color in 2017. there were so many that i hadn’t read yet, and at times, i found myself struggling to find written work that met the criteria (like, a book published the year i was born). 2017 proved to be a huge growth for my literature journey, and i loved that i found brilliant written work by these phenomenal womxn. below is the challenge and works i’ve read. (favorites are with asterisks; completed are bold. note: some books overlapped/double-dipped)
have more suggestions? see any that you’ve read or would’ve read instead? lemme know your thoughts.
a book that became a movie: joy luck club - amy tan
a book that came out the year you were born: jonah’s gourd vine - zora neale hurston
a book that has been on your tbr for way too long: the reeducation of cherry truong - aimee phan
a book by an author who uses a pseudonym: family - j california cooper
a book published in 2017: this is just my face - gabourey sidibe
**a book about food: the tea girl of hummingbird lane - lisa see
a book with more than 500 pages
a book written by a queer womxn of color: when the moon was ours - anna-marie mclemore
a book written by a trans* womxn of color: surpassing certainty - janet mock
a book in a genre you usually avoid: fledgling - octavia butler
a book with pictures: persepolis - marjane satrapi
a book purchased from a woc owned store
an audiobook at least 10hrs long: bad feminist - roxane gay
a book of poetry: driving without a license - janine joseph
a book becoming a movie in 2017-2020: everything, everything - nicola yoon
**a book with themes of community and support: the mothers - brit bennett
a memoir - with the same racial/ethnic identities as you: i wore my blackest hair - carlina duan
a memoir - with different racial/ethnic identities as you: my beloved world - sonia sotomayor
**a book set somewhere you’ve always wanted to visit: the best we could do - thi bui
a book that passes the bechdel test: juliet takes a breath - gabby rivera
a book set in two or more different time periods: the god of small things - arundhati roy
a book by or about a person with a disability: frida - barbara mujica
a book about a topic or subject you already love: brown girl dreaming - jacqueline woodson
a book written in languages other than english: the hate u give - angie thomas
a book that features main characters who identify as LGBTQ+: little and lion - brandy colbert
**a book by a best-selling author: redefining realness - janet mock
a book that you have to wait for: [almost every book i borrowed from the library, tbh]
**a book you selected based on the cover: fierce femmes & notorious liars - kai cheng thom
a book whose main character or author owns and expresses their sexuality: fledgling - octavia butler
a book you’ve given to someone as a gift: zami - audre lorde
a book someone recommended to you: the hate u give - angie thomas
a book you don’t want to admit you’re reading, but you’re going to read anyway: the sun is also a star - nicola yoon
**a book about a religion or spirituality different from your own: home fire - kamila shamsie
a book whose main character is 10+ years younger than you: inside out & back again - thanh ha lai
a book whose main character is 10+ years older than you
**a book that was on main display at the library or bookstore: hunger - roxane gay
a book based on a true story: miss burma - charmaine craig
a banned book: their eyes were watching god - zora neale hurston
a book with bad reviews
an e-book: brown girl dreaming - jacqueline woodson
a book of short stories: whatever happened to interracial love? - kathleen collins
a book that has been picked for a book club: song of solomon - toni morrison
a book with multiple heroines: fierces femmes & notorious liars - kai cheng thom
a book that starts with the first letter of your first name: the vicious deep - zoraida cordova
a book accompanied by a podcast, or the author has a podcast: misadventures of awkward black girl - issa rae
a used book that costs $5 or less: the border of paradise - esme weijun wang
a book with a theme of liberation: miss burma - charmaine craig
**a book whose cover has an animal on it: sing, unburied, sing - jesmyn ward
a book you can read in a day: fierce femmes & notorious liars - kai cheng thom
a book you heard from someone: what it means when a man falls from the sky - lesley nneka arimah
