Sensibility Lost…P7

Hello boys and girls, the wait is finally over…I’ve gotten a break in my rather demanding schedule to actually pen an addition to the Andrea and Tariq saga.

Here’s a recap…Andrea and Tariq are lovers who met while in Miami, agreed to a long distance relationship that after some time proved too much for Andrea and she ended it. They remained friends and agreed to give the relationship another try. Between planned trips, business trips, things seemed to be working out although Andrea was always left in some flux when it was time for their visit to be over. Tariq, unhappy with his current job, has been considering leaving it and has been weighing his options elsewhere. Their most recent time together was met with an impromptu romp in a parking lot, another romp in the shower at Andrea’s house, and an argument that lead to a marriage proposal. Let’s see what’s going on now…

End of Part 6…
“Andrea Renee Martina Phillips, will you marry me?” Tariq asked, taking her hand in his.

Andrea’s knees buckled and she fell backward on the couch. Air caught and compressed in her throat. Tariq remained on his knees as Andrea regained her composure. When she did, she was still speechless.

“Well, you said, if I had any more surprises I might as well give it them to you, so here it is,” he smile softly.

Andrea’s eyes welled up again and she reached out her hand. “Yes! Yes! I’ll marry you,” she jumped up, almost knocking Tariq over. “Now, that’s a surprise!” Andrea giggled. “I love you Tariq and I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry for getting mad. Please for…”

Tariq pulled her on top of him and kissed her his forgiveness. He then pushed ring onto her finger and said, “don’t ever doubt me again okay?” He said firmly. “I know things are crazy and there’s things to be worked out, but this needed to be done. I love you and don’t want to live with you thinking this can’t or won’t work. Understood?”

Andrea nodded her head between starting at the beautiful ring sparkling on her finger.

“Good. Now, let’s take this surprise upstairs so you can thank me properly,” Tariq said, scooping Andrea up into his arms as he carried her to the bedroom.

Part 7…
“Close your eyes”, Tariq directed as they entered the room. Andrea did. “Now open them,” he went on; putting her on the bed.

“Oh my!” Andrea clutched her chest. “When?”

“While you were crying,” Tariq sat beside her. “When I came up for the ring, I lit them. They smell great,” he went on. “You like?”

Andrea nodded; looking around the room. It did look truly beautiful. She loved candles and had them all around the room, but rarely lit them all at once. She held her hand up as the light danced on the diamonds in the ring and she smiled turning to Tariq; tears once again pooling in her eyes. She didn’t know what to think. The proposal wasn’t expected and certainly not under the conditions it was made, but she was happy nonetheless and relished the moment’s positive turn of events.

“I love you Tariq”, Andrea whispered.

“Mmm! Say that again,” Tariq drew Andrea into his arms and began kissing her neck.

“I love you Tariq. I love you. I love you Tariq Rashaan Anderson,” Andrea repeated.

Seemingly as if on cue, music began playing in the background as Tariq and Andrea began removing each other’s clothes. Tariq showered Andrea’s curvy body with kisses and feather-light touches as she cooed and moaned in delight; their bodies casting erotic silhouettes on the walls. Commanding touches led to erratic kisses as Tariq reduced Andrea’s body into a molten mass from the feverish savagery in which he consumed the essence of her being. She flayed and screamed and tried and failed to push him away from her. The fighting led to continued unrelenting punishment. Tariq’s oral assault had Andrea’s head spinning, her calling God nonreligious ways, and her body failing to stop responding; only furthering the voracity of what was happening to her. Tariq’s continued satisfying himself until Andrea mustered the strength enough to successfully push his head from between her thighs and lay breathless and sweating while her body spasmed uncontrollably. Tariq wiped his face and stared intently at Andrea visually still consuming her. Slowly he crawled on top of her, his diamond hard erection tracing the seam of her legs subliminally forcing them to yield to his entry. Taking her breast in his mouth, Andrea stuttered something he couldn’t understand and he felt her nails dig slightly painfully into his dampened flesh; the sting only heightening his sensitivity and already intense desire. A groan slipped from the back of his throat and fiery breath covered Andrea’s breasts and chest. Tariq’s kisses ventured from breast to neck and Andrea’s hands traced from back to the inverted arch of his back to the curve of his butt. Tariq paused and reached for the glass sitting on the nightstand and in a fluid motion, spilled the cold content onto the arc in Andrea’s shoulder causing a violent shiver, providing a slight respite from the inferno of their combined heat.

“Ooh!” The guttural moan escaped Andrea’s mouth. “Damn…Mmm…Oooh!” She cooed. “I…I…Nee…”

And the words trailed off as Tariq’s mouth covered hers; swallowing the words. He knew what she needed and he was going to give it to her. He turned her over, careful only to give her a moment to breathe before his mouth covered hers again and yielded once more to his command; his hard on now tracing the crease of her curvaceous behind bringing her closer to submission. Holding his hand carefully on her neck, he squeezed just slightly as his knees pushed her legs open; the heat escaping against his thighs. Without further need for delay, Tariq slid into Andrea’s furnace; her body shook and retracted; securing him inside of her. He slid in and out of her as she arched her back to get in sync with his rhythm and soon they were moving in a sexually charged dance of love and passion.

Tariq rode Andrea into another orgasm before turning her over and reentered before she could even recover. Andrea wrapped her legs around Tariq’s waist, undulating her hips in a titillating grind while slowly squeezing and releasing her vaginal grip. Tariq groaned, succumbing to the unexpected sensation while his body shuddered with each squeeze. Andrea smiled at him before pulling him into a deep kiss; the residual taste of herself still fresh on Tariq’s lips. Andrea didn’t care and drove her kiss deeper into Tariq’s mouth. Their moans, groans, whispered words blended in with background music; forming a love symphony.

Andrea felt Tariq’s body become shudder; a telltale sign his climax was near, and increased her motion under him bringing him closer and closer to the edge and then without warning, she managed to push his weight aside and position herself on top of him and ride him with unbridled restraint. He bucked into her while holding her tightly around her small waist. Andrea bounced up and down with Tariq’s steading and slowed as she felt her own release nearing. With carefully crafted strokes, they steered each other into a seismic mutual climax leaving soaked and displaced sheets in their wake. Andrea collapsed against Tariq’s chest before he pushed her gently aside and spooned her into a well-earned and much-needed sleep.

© Blu Jewel 2012

Sensibility Lost…Part VI

The memory of their meeting made Andrea smile, but it didn’t alleviate the dreaded feeling that rested in her mind no matter how much she was currently enjoying having Tariq with her.  She trusted Tariq and there was no doubt that they wanted to be together, but high-profile careers, demanding schedules, and hundreds of miles do not a good relationship make; at least not for Andrea.  Her parents fought hard to find and maintain balance between work and home during their marriage and they lived in the same house, but knew and saw the tolls it took on occasion and didn’t want that for herself; she wanted a relationship that afforded more time together than apart.  She wanted something close to what her parents had and this visit was entirely too hard in the making taking a lot of negotiating on Andrea’s part to work with Tariq’s schedule to have it ruined.  He was no longer happy in his current position and was courting offers from a few other companies; one of which could potentially put them no more than two and a half hours apart, but it wasn’t set in stone and unless saw it in writing; refused to put any stock in it.  She’d done that in the past when her company offered her a position, not just in the same state, but within forty minutes of Tariq’s home; only to have it rescinded, which was a pain she didn’t want to experience again. 

She finished her dessert and tried to get the negative thoughts out of her head; Tariq deserved more from her than that and she owed it to herself to live in and enjoy this time in spite of her tempered feelings.

“Earth to Andie”, Tariq said, waving his hand in front of her face.  “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”  He asked, taking the dishes to the sink, “and don’t say nothing either,” he added looking over his shoulder catching Andie in a blush.

“I’m sorry love,” Andrea got up to join Tariq at the sink.  “I was on a memory drift; didn’t mean to be distant,” she wrapped her arms around Tariq’s waist, “I let my fear get the best of me I guess,” she frowned and looked up into Tariq’s eyes.

Tariq kissed Andrea’s nose and pulled her into his arms.  “Stop fretting baby,” he reassured.  “I’m here and we’re going to make the most of it.  We’ve got almost five days and depending on an email I’m expecting, it could be more.”

“What email?  You didn’t say anything before,” Andrea replied in an excited panic.  “What’s going on?”

Tariq knew there was no getting out to it.  He’d hoped he could wait to say anything, but with Andrea’s trip down memory lane and his needing to comfort and reassure her, it needed to be said.  It always amazed him how such a strong, independent, and assertive woman could be reduced into a little girl sometimes it was something that most intrigued him about her.  He’d seen her suited up for corporate meetings or ready to face a client where she was all business and a force to be reckoned with, but outside of a power suit, she was sweet, vulnerable, and sometimes fragile.  He thought about their times dating where she took a rather traditional role in their relationship and how she carried herself with him.  He often wondered how she’d come to be the way she was; though he didn’t complain and actually found it rather refreshing compared to the women he’d often dealt with.  And even though it took a little time to balance, when he met Mrs. Phillips, he fully understood where it came from.  Andrea’s mother was a corporate attorney who’d worked hard to establish herself in the business world, but when she was home, she as all about family and adhering her role of wife and mother before business.  She’d groomed Andrea in her fashion always telling her that money and status while nice, didn’t make a home and could be lost at any time, but a secure family life was something to be treasured and should never be taken for granted.  Even Andrea’s father prescribed to the way of thinking.  He’d built his business from the ground up and even with long days and time away from his family; he carved out non-negotiable time for his wife and only child.  Mr. and Mrs. Phillips had worked very hard to secure themselves without sacrificing their marriage and role as parents, which Tariq honoured.  He appreciated Andrea’s family values and had come to enjoy the family dinner at the Phillips household that took place each Sunday and sometimes the golf outing with Andrea’s father.  Tariq was fortunate that he’d not met the darker side of the otherwise rather congenial Mr. Phillips like his predecessors had, but he knew he’d likely face the question of intentions this visit.  While Andrea was very close to her mother, she was very much daddy’s little girl and naturally, he’d want nothing but the absolute best for his daughter. 

With his memories and current thoughts now taking hold, Tariq took the task of washing the dishes instead of loading the dishwasher in order to gather his thoughts and prepare to tell Andrea what he’d hoped would wait another day. 

“I’ve been talking to the Human Resources Exec at Byron Taylor and Associates and they’re in the process of opening a new location,” Tariq paused to put a dish down and walk back to the table and sit down. 

“Okay?”  Andrea followed him to the table and waited for more information.

“A friend of a friend declined the Financial Marketing Exec position and referred me instead,” Tariq wrung his hands together.  “We’ve been talking back and forth for almost two weeks and that’s why it was hard to confirm a date because they wanted me to come in and talk.”

“Well, what happened?”  Andrea asked.  “Did you go see them?  Why has this been a secret?”  An edge of irritation etched her voice.

“Andie, please understand,” Tariq pleaded.  “It’s not been a secret, but I didn’t want to say anything until I had more details.  We’ve been through this and I didn’t want to get my hopes up; much less yours.”

Andrea stood up and paced.  Anxiety was setting in as the memories of their past excitement gripped her mind like vines.  Tariq got up and walked her to the living room and sat her down on the couch.

“Andie, listen to me.  Nigel, the Bryon Taylor Exec wasn’t even supposed to contact me.  He did it as a courtesy to his friend.  Things are very hush-hush right now and they’re carefully considering the corporate structure,” Tariq paused to make sure Andrea was following.  He could see the fire in her eyes and it wasn’t one of passion.  “Babe, you of all people knows how this goes.”

“Ugh!”  Andrea fumed.  “Okay, I do, but you still should’ve told me; it’s not like I was gonna tell anyone.  Sheesh!” 

Tariq pulled Andrea into his arms and ran his fingers through her hair.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I know I could have told you, but like I said, I didn’t want to jinx anything.  Too much is riding on this and I don’t want to compromise Nigel’s insight.”

Andrea adjusted in Tariq’s arms, but said nothing.  She was trying to understand what Tariq had said and why it was all kept from her.  Yes, she understood corporate dynamics, how companies strategize over launching new business, and corporate structure from the top down; it was carefully structured and not entered into lightly.  She’d seen her parents go through it and had experienced herself, but it still didn’t take the sting of the information being withheld away. 

“Tariq,” Andrea eased out of his arms and met his stare, “when would you have told me anything?”  She questioned, once again trying to mask her irritation.

Tariq sighed heavily.  He didn’t want any of this to happen.  He wished they kept making love and fallen asleep only to wake for sustenance and then go back to bed.  Yes, it was a Neanderthal thought process, but it was how he felt.  Andrea was right, he could have found a way to say something; given her some indications that change was in progress, but he’d always erred on the side of caution when making major decisions.  And this wasn’t just any decision; this is one that affected them exponentially.  If he’d betrayed the confidence of Nigel, he could put him at risk of breaking proprietary information and if he’d mentioned it and the potential position didn’t materialize, Andrea would’ve been more than disappointed and he couldn’t bear to see her go through that again.

“Andie, please understand there is a lot at stake here, but I’ll tell you this,” he pulled her back into his arms.  “If this deal doesn’t work out, I’m still going to give notice at MKE.  I’ve had enough and I don’t want to keep going through the messiness that’s going on.  I know I’d get a good severance package and it would give me time to really find what’s best for our future.” 

“You’re gonna do what?  I know you weren’t happy there and yes, we talked about you looking for something else, but to leave outright?”  A knot rose in her throat, “are you serious?  Thanks for another heads-up hun.”  The knot tightened and tears filled her eyes.  “Are there any other surprises you have me Tariq?  I mean you’re on a roll, so you might as well get them all out now,” she fussed as her voice shook.

Tariq got up and left the room leaving Andrea to her tears.  She pounded the cushions in frustration and confusion.  This was not how things were supposed to be.  This weekend was supposed to be beautiful in every way possible.  They were going to spend time making love, cooking and eating, lazing around together and leaving the house only when necessary.  No time could ever make up for lost time, but they were certainly going to try. 

Tariq came back into the living room, pulled Andrea to a seated position and wiped her face with a warm towel. 

“Hush Andie,” Tariq’s warm voice erased the sound of crying. “Please stop crying baby, I’m sorry for upsetting you,” he kissed her eyes.  “Please forgive me.”  Tariq put the towel aside and kissed her lips softly; tentatively until she responded.  “Is that a yes?  You forgive me?”  He asked between kisses. 

Andrea nodded her head.  “Uh huh,” she whispered, continuing their kisses.  “I’m sorry too,” she went on before yielding to a passionate kiss. 

Tariq returned the kiss while pulling Andrea from the couch to her feet.  Once she was stable, he broke free and kissed his way down her stomach and stopped abruptly.  Andrea looked down at him wondering why he’d stopped kissing her, but said nothing; just waited.  Tariq pulled out a small bag from his pocket and removed the content.

“Andrea Renee Martina Phillips, will you marry me?”  Tariq asked, taking her hand in his.

Andrea’s knees buckled and she fell backward on the couch.  Air caught and compressed in her throat.  Tariq remained on his knees as Andrea regained her composure.  When she did, she was still speechless.

“Well, you said, if I had any more surprises I might as well give it them to you, so here it is,” he smiled softly.

Andrea’s eyes welled up again and she reached out her hand.  “Yes!  Yes!  I’ll marry you,” she jumped up, almost knocking Tariq over.  “Now, that’s a surprise!”  Andrea giggled.  “I love you Tariq and I’m sorry.  I’m so very sorry for getting mad.  Please for…”

Tariq pulled her on top of him and kissed her his forgiveness.  He then pushed ring onto her finger and said, “don’t ever doubt me again okay?”  He said firmly.  “I know things are crazy and there’s things to be worked out, but this needed to be done.  I love you and don’t want to live with you thinking this can’t or won’t work.  Understood?”

Andrea nodded her head between starting at the beautiful ring sparkling on her finger. 

“Good.  Now, let’s take this surprise upstairs so you can thank me properly,” Tariq said, scooping Andrea up into his arms as he carried her to the bedroom.

© Blu Jewel 2012

Sensibility Lost V

Andrea had never been considered needy; as an only child, she’d learned at an early age to be self-sufficient and independent.  Sadly the latter was often mistaken for being aloof, but with both parents maintaining demanding careers, she’d mastered both self-sufficiency and independence as character builders and succeeded in life based on those strengths.  She lacked for nothing in her upbringing and was extremely close to her parents in spite of their demanding careers and her extended family, which helped fill the void of being an only child.  Andrea’s calm and peaceful demeanor was the stark contrast to the impression of her aloofness and she found herself rather sought after by the young men who were often turned off by the popular girls and became the confidante in which her female peers found solace.  Andrea was the ‘it’ girl in her own right, but paid little attention to what others said of it and instead made her way in life with hard work and a commitment to anything she put her mind to; including ‘the past their expiration date’ with a couple of past boyfriends.  One was a college sweetheart with whom she thought would end in marriage, but instead it was his infidelity of which she forgave after some time and tried to reestablish the relationship only to find he was still carrying on with the woman.  The second, and fortunately less scandalous; left her feeling confused and empty, so after two years she ended it and accepted a new position within her company where she spent her time traveling around the country and on occasion internationally.  While Andrea missed intimate companionship, she refused to jump into another relationship until she was absolutely sure of herself and what the ‘he’ in the equation was truly bringing to the table.  Save for the on again; off again fling she had with the pilot of the charter plane her company used for some of her travel; Andrea remained single.  The protests from her mother and girlfriends fell on deaf ears and even her best friend and confidante Royce couldn’t convince her that there really were still some good straight men out there; and he would know since he was the most heterosexual gay man she’d ever known.  Royce used his ‘gaydar’ to weed out real straight men from seemingly straight men that were actually in the closet or on the down low, which saved her from accepting the occasional date.  Single life wasn’t what Andrea wanted as a permanent state of being, but given her current options and new position, it suited her just fine.  She had the freedom to go and come as she pleased, she no longer missed what she no longer had; a man and sex, so with Royce checking on her house when she wasn’t there; she had little to worry about.  That was until Andrea’s travel to Miami that brought Tariq into her life. 

Andrea was attending the Black Business Expo and in spite of having to deflect some advances or sit through a couple of boring presentations, Andrea was having a blast.  Her cousin in Boca Raton drove down to see her, giving her someone to hang out with when she wasn’t on the clock and they were enjoying a dinner at La Cote when Tariq walked in.  Sahara stopped mid-sentence and stared shamelessly as he was being led to a table within their direct view.  Andrea kicked Sahara under the table reminding her of her rather charmed upbringing and that her behaviour lacked decorum.  The kicking, giggles, and protests went unnoticed until Sahara knocked over her drink drawing immediate stares from other patrons; including Tariq.  To make matters worse, Sahara leaned to retrieve her clutch that fell with the glass and tipped completely out of her chair; that prompted a speedy response from Tariq.  Sahara made quite the production of being lifted from the floor, dusted off, and being tended to by both Tariq and the restaurant staff.  Sahara was fine and with all the attention she received, didn’t seem to mind her dress being soiled in the fall.  It was collateral damage in garnering Tariq’s attention bringing him surreptitiously to their table. 

After introductions, Sahara invited Tariq to sit with them since he was dining alone and it was the least she could do for his rescuing her and then promptly left the table with a wink to go to the ladies room.  An awkward silence fell between them until they were saved by the waiter bringing Tariq’s drink to the table of which Andrea insisted be put on her tab since he had rescued her rather clumsy cousin.  The perfunctory decline led to insistence on Andrea’s part to which Tariq finally conceded and they began actual conversation.  They exchanged their reasons for being in Miami, their respective professions, and before things got personal, Sahara returned and the trio spent the remaining time eating and engaged in easy banter.  An hour later after moving from the dining room to the cabana outside, Sahara bid adieu to her cousin and Tariq and headed back to Boca leaving Andrea to find a polite way out of the attraction she was feeling toward Tariq.  She was in town for business and anything personal was reserved for her family not a rendezvous.

When the check came, Tariq insisted on paying for his share of it, but again Andrea declined and she beat him to the waiter with her credit card.  In the time it took for the charge to process, Tariq insisted on buying her breakfast before he left for the airport.  Andrea wanted to decline and tried, but Tariq’s smile was magnetic and the intensity in his eyes spun her response to an affirmative.  He was staying at the Gansevoort, which was barely a few miles away, while she was at Fontainebleau where they’d dined.  They agreed to meet in the Gansevoort lobby and eat at the hotel or elsewhere if that was Andrea’s choice.  Andrea gave Tariq her business card and bid him a good night and was in an elevator before he had a chance to give her his card.  Andrea may not have had a lot of relationships, but she knew the game and she was raised well and by her standards, a man was to contact her.

Sahara called upon her arrival home and demanded to know the details of the evening after her departure.  They giggled like schoolgirls as Andrea relayed the limited details since nothing more than conversation took place and spoke of the plans for breakfast.  Sahara hoped the details would’ve been juicier, but she knew her cousin well enough to know that she wasn’t inclined to be casual with her body and even though she teased her about it, she certainly respected her discriminating ways.  They ended the call and Andrea put her nightgown on and prepared herself to review the material for the next day before going to bed.  About twenty-five minutes later her in-room phone rang and even though the hour was late, she assumed it was a colleague calling.  She answered to a warm and deep voice on the other end confirming he’d reached Andrea Phillips.  She acknowledged his inquiry and almost dropped the phone when Tariq stated it was him.  She hadn’t expected him to call tonight if at all and found herself taken aback and suddenly speechless.  Tariq apologized for the late call, but insisted that he just had to speak with her again.  Work ended up taking a back seat and the call lasted until well after midnight before Andrea realized the time insisting they end it in order for her to be rested enough for breakfast. 

Andrea’s internal clock woke her at 5:30 am and in spite of her later than expected bedtime, she felt surprisingly refreshed.  She washed up and went to the hotel gym to do her daily run and lucked out by finding a masseuse free at the early hour, and reserved her for a 7:00 am in-room massage.  Morning ritual and impromptu massage complete, Andrea called a cab to take her to the Gansevoot to meet Tariq.  They’d agreed to a later breakfast since Tariq’s flight was closer to noon and he’d be leaving from the hotel to the airport affording little time for lunch.

Tariq was seated in the lobby when the cab pulled up and he walked to greet her once he saw her step out.  He tipped the bellman waiting at the cab stand and took Andrea’s arm in his and walked to the elevator taking them to the 18th floor where they’d be eating breakfast.  Tariq had reserved a cabana and took the liberty of ordering a fruit tray with coffee and sweet breads to start their breakfast.  Andrea was impressed with hotel, the view, and most of all Tariq’s initiative; sending her brain into immediate overdrive with mental notes.  They talked a little more business since Tariq noticed Andrea’s satchel and informed him she was going from breakfast to an informal business meeting at a potential client’s house. 

After the first course was eaten, Andrea found herself full and really not in need of more food when Tariq ordered a hot breakfast, but ordered eggs anyway in order to balance the table.  The conversation became immediately personal and to her surprise, found Tariq refreshingly what she’d been missing.  He was confident without being conceited; completely engaging and easy-going; much like the night before, self-sufficient; like herself, and damn if that disarming smile didn’t make her want to lose her scruples and act like an errant teenager.  The way he made eye contact made her stir in ways she shouldn’t with a stranger, but there was something kindred about Tariq that penetrated her usual guard and allowed her to relax more so than usual.  It was an unnerving feeling and Andrea felt the pull to back away.  She remembered Michael and how she’d felt that similar draw, what she tolerated as a result and then how it ended.  She didn’t want to hold Tariq to Michael’s standard, but the fear was ignited and her restlessness began to show.  Sensing unease, Tariq excused himself to the men’s room and Andrea seized the opportunity to call Royce who’d actually been expecting her call since Sahara had already called him to spill the beans.  In two minutes flat, Royce talked Andrea off the ledge and she greeted with Tariq with a genuine smile when he returned and apologized for her sudden change in demeanor.  The apology led to an unexpected revelation on her part about past relationships and the pact she’d made to not get involved for anything less than the right reasons.  Andrea’s revelation led to Tariq’s view on relationships and the recent messy demise of his own, which given the details, should have made him rather bitter, but instead he seemed sadly relieved and ready to close that chapter of his life to move forward without resentment.  This was another note Andrea quickly added to her mental list.  They talked off topic before realizing how the time had flown by and a cabana girl came to clear the table and advise Tariq that his car would be arriving soon to take him to the airport.  Andrea instinctively looked at her watch and stood to make her exit.  Tariq settled the check and escorted Andrea back to the lobby where his bags were already waiting for him; the car was scheduled to arrive in fifteen minutes.  Tariq insisted Andrea use the service car to take her to and from her meeting instead of taking a cab since it was already booked for the entire day; a habit of Tariq’s if he didn’t use a rental given how travel plans often changed without warning.  Andrea accepted and they sealed their meeting and time shared with a hug and Tariq’s word to keep in touch. 

©Blu Jewel 2012

Sensibility Lost IV

Okay boys and girls, here’s another installment of this self-driven novella…

Without preamble, Tariq eased gently into Andrea, who was momentarily shocked by the way Tariq felt. No amount of recollection or fantasy could compare to the intense reality of the feeling. Andrea adjusted herself to receive him entirely and eased into his flow. Tariq steadied himself; thankful for the bathroom upgrade Andrea made since his last visit. He took advantage of the embossed tiles that provided safe traction and eyed the bench at the other end of the enclosure. This was going to be an exquisite weekend.

Andrea gyrated and cooed as Tariq slid and out of her as her breasts swung shamelessly with each stroke. She managed to reach up and turn on the built-in waterproof mp3 player, which was a last minute add-on to the upgrade; one she was extremely thankful for. She loved her music and having this installation served as a perfect complement to creating a spa like atmosphere; it would now serve to compliment there spontaneous love making.

“Damn Andie,” Tariq crooned as he cupped her chocolate moon, pulling her closer to him. “Mm! You feel so good baby,” he went on, easing long, controlled strokes in and out of her heat.

He was enjoying her tightness as the increased friction enhanced the already good feeling.

“Turn around,” he commanded without warning and pulled out. “I want to look at you. I want to see those beautiful expressions, taste your sweet mouth, and make you stare at me instead of closing your eyes.”

At his request, Andrea was now facing Tariq who now had her pinned against the wall devouring her with kisses rich and passionate. She opened her eyes to meet Tariq’s intense stare and found herself lost in a sea of turbulent emotions; each wave sending her deeper into the squall of ecstasy. Tariq trailed from Andrea’s lips drizzling kisses around her neck and down to her swollen breasts as he continued his migration south and centered himself upon her equator. She looked down at him, smiling with pleasure as he inhaled her fragrance, kissed her petals and tasted her nectar. She shuddered and pushed forward; succumbing the sudden pulse that raced through her loins. Tariq steadied her leg onto the bench allowing him greater access to her seed. A hearty inhale consumed the taut, yet tender flesh that weakened her resolve; sending gale force winds of pleasure to shake Andrea’s core. The intensity of Tariq’s consumption almost breached Andrea’s stability, but she quickly adjusted and continued to yield.

“I…Can’t…I…Ahh…Tari…” Andrea struggled to speak; the oral assault impeding her ability to speak. “I’m. OH.MY.Gggg,” Andrea grabbed Tariq’s head. “I’m comm. I’m c.C.Comm,” the words gave way to moaning.

Tariq continued without impunity until he’d rendered Andrea a gasping and weakened semblance of the woman who’d first stepped into the shower.

“You good babe?” Tariq asked as he pulled Andrea from the tiles to the bench, “I can do it again if it wasn’t enough,” he winked and kissed her nose. Andrea swatted at him. “What’s that about?” Tariq sat beside Andrea; caressing her side of her face.

Andrea inhaled and sighed loudly, “you don’t play nice,” she gently pushed him, “damn man!”

Tariq laughed, “just wanted to give you what I’ve spent the entire ride here thinking about,” Tariq licked his lips tasting the residue of Andrea’s nectar. “You tasted…”

“Better than the food I’ve probably ruined,” Andrea interrupted. She stood up and quickly sat back down. “Wait, what about you?” She asked, pointing.

“Oh, Andie,” Tariq replied, “Don’t worry about that baby. We’ve got the rest of the night and weekend. How about we shower for real, eat, and let the night go at its own pace?” Tariq pulled Andrea to her feet and walked her toward the shower head and began lathering her, which was reciprocated with careful attention not to linger in any one place.

Once showered and dressed, Tariq and Andrea made their way downstairs to the kitchen. Andrea poured wine and they toasted themselves before Andrea busied herself with the food. Fortunately it wasn’t ruined, but was certainly stone cold. After making the necessary adjustments, reheating, and other preparations, dinner was ready and plated. They moved from the kitchen to the dining nook where candle were lit, background music turned on, and grace was said. Dinner was eaten quickly and ferociously with seconds had and still room for dessert. Andrea removed the pineapple upside down cake from the oven, cut big pieces, and topped them with homemade whipped cream and returned to the table.

“Mmm! You went all out,” Tariq complimented, forking a big chunk in his mouth. “Dinner was excellent and now this? Girl, you’re gonna have me weighted up before I leave here,” he went on between now smaller bites.

Andrea blushed and smiled. “Just doing what I love. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Andrea replied, now eating her slice of cake. “I just went grocery shopping, so write whatever you want me to cook on the white board and I’ll make it,” Andrea reached for Tariq’s hand.

Tariq took and raised it to his mouth kissing her knuckles. “You know you don’t have to do all that Andie,” he informed, “I’m not here to make you my personal chef ya know?!” He went on.

“I know, but I don’t mind and it sure beats cooking for one or cooking and giving plates of food away,” Andrea grimaced. “The crew comes over, but they don’t really care what’s on the menu, so it’s not personalized. At least with you making suggestions, I can cook specific meals. Deal?”

“Deal!” Tariq turned their hand holding into a handshake. “But, you know I have to take you out at least once before I head back,” Tariq insisted.

“Whatever you like love,” Andrea paused, “speaking of you heading back, have you decided how long you’re staying this time?”

A sudden dread hit Andrea. She always knew their time together had an expiration date, but she hoped this time would at least be longer than the last visit. After initially giving a long distance relationship a try, Andrea realized it was too much for her. Between their geography impeding regular quality time, they each travelled for work, which was a blessing in some ways as they’d meet each other on the road, but after a while it took a toll emotionally. Lonely nights, events spent with their go-to platonic friends instead of each other, or simply the questions from friends about their status became too much to deal with, so they broke things off. They remained friends and in touch, which gave each other some comfort, but after Tariq’s last visit; though work-related, they realized how much they truly missed each other and mutually decided they’d find ways to make it work.

© Blu Jewel 2012

Sensibility Lost…Part III

Here’s another installment in this novella. I thought this would be the last installment, but it seems to have formed an energy of it’s own, so I’m going with it…

Tariq shook his head as he slowly regained his composure. Andrea was stirring from her rather uncomfortable position in the foot well of the car. She reached for Tariq’s extended hand and he pulled her on top of him.

“Uhm?” He paused, “what just happened?” Tariq flashed his award winning you-can’t-resist-me smile.

Andrea blushed and buried her head into the side of Tariq’s neck.

“Sensibility lost!” She whispered, saying nothing more.

Tariq angled himself in an attempt to see Andrea’s face, but she buried it deeper; fighting him.

“Aww! C’mon Andie, there’s no need for that,” Tariq comforted, “look at me. Please?” Tariq smoothed his hand over Andrea’s disheveled hair. “Trust me, I’m not complaining.” He reassured.

Andrea let out a loud sigh and slowly lifted her head; cautiously looking Tariq in the eye.

“I said, sensibility lost”.

“Okay. What does it mean?”

Andrea fought her combined annoyance and embarrassment by kissing Tariq tenderly on his dampened cheek and let out another; more subdued sigh and struggled to explain.

“It’s been how long since we’ve seen each other?” She asked, not really expecting an answer, “too long.” Andrea forced herself back into the driver’s seat. “I’ve been celibate since and…well, you know how it gets”. Tariq nodded in agreement. “I didn’t plan this. I thought I could…” Andrea’s voice trailed off.

Her throat was dry in spite of its prior lubrication, her jaw ached, and she was starting to feel a bit vulnerable. She began reaching for her clothes and Tariq followed suit. He turned Andrea’s face to his, giving her a reassuring smile and quick kiss on her lips.

“Andie, it’s cool. I understand…TRUST ME!” Tariq punctuated. “Don’t you think I felt the same?”

Andrea nodded. “But here? In public? In a car?”

Tariq knew Andrea didn’t want it to be like this, not after their wait. The canceled plans had been torture on them both. The calls and texts were only teasers; verbal foreplay leading to sex that didn’t happen and masturbation being their only mutual outlets. He knew. He understood what she was feeling, but it didn’t’ need to be said – He knew she knew he felt it too. They’d talked about what they’d like it to be like when they finally saw each other. They’d reminisced on the times shared in the past and this was a far cry from each of their previous times, but it didn’t take away from their closeness. An impulsive and spontaneous rendezvous could only enhance their relationship; they were too much in love for it to hurt it.

Now dressed, parched, and thoroughly hungry, Andrea cranked the engine and prepared to head home.

“Before you pull off,” Tariq gently said, “we’re good Andie; real good”, he rubbed her arm. “Don’t let this dampen our weekend.”

Andrea choked back the lump in her throat. “I’m sorry I lost it. I wanted to candles, music, and the romance. I should’ve…”

Tariq cut her off. “You did what you did and it was great. It’s a part of you I’ve never seen and I like it”, he smiled. “You’ll get everything you hoped and planned for; don’t doubt that. Just consider it before the foreplay.” Tariq winked and gave Andrea a devilish grin.

“You’re so bad!” Andrea backhanded him and actually pulled out of the lot.

They arrived within five minutes and entered Andrea’s house. It was dimly lit and the fragrant smell of jasmine rice wafted through the air. Andrea left the rice cooker to prepare the rice and she’d already prepared the coconut tamarind fish and shrimp along with the veggies that she’d prepped and just needed sautéing.

“Mmm! Smells heavenly in here”, Tariq complimented as he placed his bag at the foot of the stairs and walked toward the kitchen. “Can’t wait to dig in”, he went on, rubbing his stomach. “Maybe we should wash up first though?” He grinned pulling Andrea out of the kitchen.

She reluctantly followed fearing the idea of them being naked again might delay dinner even further, but it was a chance she was willing to take. She was sticky and a little achy so the thought of hot water cascading down upon her was as erotic as seeing Tariq in his chocolate splendor standing before her.

“Still like it hot?” Tariq called out from the bathroom. “No pun intended,” he laughed; catching the double entendre.

“Yes, that will never change,” Andrea replied as she sauntered into the bedroom; leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor. “Just a shower okay?” She added cautiously.

Andrea didn’t want dinner to wait much longer and she was more than hungry. Nerves had prevented her from eating earlier and now it was much later than her usual dinner time. It was hard her to even concentrate as she soaked in Tariq’s stature. His six plus foot frame was defined, but without being overly so. Andrea liked that Tariq wasn’t a testosterone fiend who had to be in the gym almost daily; he worked out enough to stay fit and healthy. His closely cut hair, just shy of being bald and his oh, so sexy goatee complimented his entire facial features, but his mind; that beautiful mind sealed him as an entire package. Their connection, the pull, the easy ebb and flow was everything Andrea didn’t know she needed when they reconnected and it was the thing that kept them together even when they were apart. Kindred spirits is what Tariq called them; Andrea didn’t disagree. She got used to their being apart when they were, but was on pins and needles any time they planned to see each other. They weren’t officially a couple, but they were certainly more than friends.

“Earth to Andie!” Tariq called out. “Water’s ready. It’s been ready,” Tariq dragged Andrea into the shower. “I’m starving woman, let’s get cleaned up and get to the kitchen.”

“Hey! Don’t touch me like that,” Andrea swatted Tariq’s hand. “We’ll never eat if you don’t stop playing around”, Andrea giggled.

Despite Andrea’s protests, Tariq didn’t stop; he wouldn’t stop. He kissed the back of her neck while fondling her breasts, causing soft moans, which led to deeper moans as Tariq’s freed one her breasts and slid his hand between her legs. Andrea ground her butt against the hard on that she’d been trying to ignore from the moment they got in the shower. Pulsing water cascaded upon both of them heightening and complimenting the heat they were already emitting. Tariq eased Andrea against the wall and positioned her for entry.

©Blu Jewel 2012

Sensibility Lost…Part II

Here’s installment 2. DISCLAIMER: It’s R-rated, so I don’t recommend it being read at work unless you’ve got amazing control of your physical reactions. With that out the way, here you go you naughty readers…

Andrea and Tariq finally withdrew from each other’s arms and stared with intimate knowledge at each other. The palpable sexual tension soared like flames in a five-alarm fire and if they didn’t get out of the parking lot and into the car, they’d soon be arrested for lewd behavior and or public indecency. Tariq picked up his bag, wrapped his arm around Andrea’s waist and they strolled; rather floated toward her car. With the bagged stowed on the back seat and each seated and fastened in, Andrea started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Tariq rubbed his hand up and down Andrea’s thigh as he smiled and stared at her profile while Andrea tried to intently stare at the road ahead. At the stop sign, Andrea glanced over at Tariq whose smooth complexion glowed under the street light further enhancing his handsome features. Before Andrea could turn away Tariq caught her stare.

“Whatcha thinkin’ Andie?”

Andrea sighed. She loved when he called her Andie. It wasn’t so much that no one else called her that; it was simply that way Tariq said it. There was extra emphasis on the A and a soft flow on the rest of letters. Andrea felt her stomach quiver and a familiarly intense pulse between her legs.

“Nothing really.” She casually replied knowing full well it was a lie.

It was a lie indeed and Tariq knew it, but went along with her denial.

“Okay.” He stated. “So, how was your day? You sounded a bit distracted when we spoke earlier. “He went on.

“Distracted?” Andrea thought. “How could I not be? “ She continued her mental dialogue.

“Yea, it was a bit hectic for me work wise; couldn’t wait to be done today.” Andrea finally responded as she continued toward home, which somehow seemed like a million miles away.

Tariq smiled to himself and Andrea saw it out the corner of her eye. She was doing everything in her power not to make eye contact. Those sexy eyes that invited and captivated her; rendering her helpless whenever he looked at her. It wasn’t even a simple as him just looking at her; it felt like he was looking within her. An involuntary sigh escaped her mouth without and she immediately felt her will dissipate as Tariq looked her way.

“You okay Andie?” Tariq inquired; his hand rubbing her thigh again. “Tired?”

“No. I’m not tired. Well, not physically anyway. I…” Andrea stopped mid thought.

Before Tariq could ask another question, Andrea pulled the car off the road and into a semi vacant lot, which to her benefit was poorly lit. Tariq turned to face her and before he could get a word out, Andrea unfastened her seat belt and was practically on top of him. Responding on adrenaline, impulse, and overwhelming desire, Tariq unfastened his belt, dropped his seat backward making Andrea fall hard onto his chest. Slightly winded, but without care, Tariq returned Andrea’s fiery kisses as his ran his hands across her face, through her hair, and the back of her neck. Inaudible sounds escaped their mouths between breathtaking kisses that erupted with volcanic intensity.

“Damn, I missed you!” Andrea managed to breathe trailing kisses down Tariq’s neck and in his ear. “I’m so…” Pause…”Glad…mmm…” Laboured breaths…”Glad, you could…” Sigh. “Finally make…” More kisses. “Make it…” Heavy breathing and erratic touching filled in for what Andrea couldn’t put into words.

Tariq responded to Andrea’s kissing and touching with increased need and was soon pulling furiously at the buttons on her blouse trying desperately not to pop them, but his patience was waning in the effort. Andrea’s errant desire and unbridled fury took over the attempt to remove her blouse and she magically removed it in a stealthy and sweeping motion; tossing it in one fell swoop. Her breasts feel against Tariq’s face and he immediately removed them from their apparent hostage situation taking one nipple into his mouth and into his hand the other. Throaty moans pierced the steamy air as Andrea yielded to the fire now unleashed. With careful effort not to give way to too much non contact, Tariq tugged at his shirt loosening it from his waist band and with wanton abandon ripped it open revealing his chiseled stomach and pressed it upward against Andrea’s skin.

“Oh fuck!” Andrea gasped as she felt the combined heat of their bodies ignite. “It feels even better than when we…”

Tariq silenced her with a kiss as he inhaled her mouth into his. There was no turning back now. Reckless abandon had won and they were slaves to its power. Fevered kisses devoured exposed skin. Hands grasped exposed body parts and the remaining clothes were a major hindrance. Andrea wrestled angrily with the buckle preventing her access and as she won the war with it; continued her mission to rid herself of any and all barriers. Tariq pushed her up and slightly backward as he helped out. While he was contorting his body to the limited space, Andrea was doing the same and managed to remove her jeans and thong all in one. Tariq paused for a moment to study the vision before him. Andrea’s silhouette shadow danced in the limited light, but it was enough for him to know she was even more defined than before. He licked his lips and he traced his hands down her sides; feeling the sexy contours of her stomach, hips, and thighs.

“Whew girl…Dayum”. Tariq complimented. “This is what I’ve been missing?” He continued reading her like Braille. “You are so beautiful. Uhmm! Can’t believe it’s taken me so long to get to you.” Tariq teased his fingers against the soft and smooth mound of flesh that was begging for his touch. “Someone’s happy to see me,” he continued; his finger gingerly sliding lower.

“Ahhh…mmm…” Andrea struggled to hold on.

Tariq’s touch was sending her into the abyss, but she held on as she remembered his erection and caressed it with matching strokes. His body shook and weakened as her feather like touch.

“I think he missed me”, she playfully stated.

“He did, but not more than me.” Tariq confirmed.

The kissing and touching continued and the limited space was no match for the magnitude of their need. Andrea found a way to release herself from Tariq’s semi orgasmic touch and utilized her flexibility to fit into the space in front of him; taking his swollen, throbbing hard on into her mouth.

“OH.MY.GGGOD!!!” Tariq’s word pierced the air. “What the…? Got damn! Shit!” The succession of excitement heightened with his suck.

“A…And…Oh…Oh…Shit! AAAnndd.”

Tariq’s word spewed like a dam broke and each erotic confirmation of his pleasure brought Andrea closer to the brink.

“Mmmm! Oh my…” Andrea responded between a suck and trailed off again centering her full attention back to the deed at hand.

Tariq’s head banged against the head rest as he felt the waves rise upward. Andrea continued her merciless attack on his beyond swollen hard on and her moaning was so erotic he didn’t trust himself to hold back much longer. Andrea rubbed her hand against her bulging clit; shuddering under her own touch. Using her own moisture she stroked herself as she refused to relent from the mutual and unforgiving tsunami forcing its way into her single point of pleasure.

In a symbiotic melody, they played their pleasure in the key of C and as the melody reached the bridge, Tariq grabbed Andrea’s head and held on with any remaining strength he had.

“AAAAAAnnnnnddddiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!” Tariq hollered as his body climaxed.

Andrea drank in every drop of nectar that flowed. Not releasing her oral grip, Andrea slid her fingers into herself and freed her body from restraint. Her body shook and she released her jaw and fell helplessly into the cramped space at Tariq’s feet. Neither said a word as their heavy laden and hiccupped breaths echoed within the car.

© Blu Jewel 2012

Sensibility Lost…Part I

I had a moment and this is what came out…It’s not complete; I’ll get to that, but I wanted to post something today, so here’s what I’ve got so far…

In the 10 minutes it took Andrea to arrive at the train station, she’d experienced a plethora of emotions that almost made her wish for a Xanax; the “keeps me off the ledge” magic pill her best friend Millie swore by. She knew she’d be excited to see Tariq, but the weight of her anxiousness felt more like a cloak of armour than a sigh of relief for their schedules finally syncing. Andrea and Tariq had been trying for months to see each other, only to have their plans and confirmations aborted by one thing or another, but today it was actually and finally happening.

Andrea pulled into the station, took a deep breath, and exhaled audibly. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror unsure of what she’d see looking back at her. Surprisingly, her minimal makeup was still intact, her eyes sparkled, and the heat she felt rising within her hadn’t manifested into beads of sweat on her nose and forehead. Pleased that she didn’t look a mess, Andrea jumped out the car to give herself a quick once over. She sniffed herself and the Hypnose perfume clung delicately to her skin. Her armpits hadn’t sprung a leak and dampened her fitted blouse and the form-flattering low-rise; hip hugging jeans punctuated her femininity. She got back into her car and toyed with the radio stations trying to soothe nerves as she sipped the cool water she’d almost forgotten was sitting in the cup holder.

“Three more minutes”, she whispered to no one.

The sound of the train whistled in the distance signaling it eminent arrival. Andrea took another deep breath, exhaled slowly, and swallowed the last of the water.

“This is it kiddo! The moment you’ve been waiting for…” Andrea paused. “Don’t spaz! Don’t spaz!”

The ground rumbled gently and the whistle blew again as the train neared its approach. A sudden wave of anxiety erupted from Andrea’s stomach to her head causing a moments panic, but she maintained her composure as the train stopped at the platform. She watched as the passengers exited the train and there he was in all his handsome regalia. His head was down as he fumbled with his phone, not realizing he was within a few feet of her. Suddenly he looked up and the smile that erupted from his smooth, chocolate face could have dimmed the overhead lighting. Andrea received and returned his smile with a complimentary one of her own.

“Miss Andrea Phillips!” Tariq’s quiet storm, radio personality voice broke the silence and she all but swooned as he pulled her into a warm and lasting embrace.

“Mmmm!” Was about all Andrea could muster for the moment; losing herself in his strong arms.
Tariq eased out of their embrace and stared her down from head to toe and toe to head.

“Damn girl! Could you look any better?” Tariq complimented making Andrea blush.

Andrea smiled again and after finally finding her voice said,
“Mr. Tariq Anderson, is this really you? Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming this.”

Andrea stared at Tariq shaking her head in disbelief.

Instead of pinching her, Tariq took a step closer, stared Andrea in her eyes and cupped her face in his hands; and before Andrea could even piece what was happening together, Tariq’s mouth covered hers and they were lip locked in a passionate kiss. Heaven’s gate opened, Angels sang, and Andrea felt herself being swept off her firmly planted feet. Erratic thoughts raced through her mind as she could do nothing more than wrapped her arms around Tariq’s neck and kiss him like he was the thaw that melted the snow. Her body radiated the quelled abated passionate she’d been carrying. After what seemed like an eternity later, they broke the kiss. Andrea looked up into Tariq’s eyes trying to communicate everything she found herself unable to say. He heard her and pulled her into another kiss ignorant to the people passing by and the snide remarks of “get a room” from a smart mouthed kid.

© 2012 Blu Jewel