Church Folk - Michele Andrea Bowen [94]
"I kind of like what's going on out in this hall," he said, slipping his hand under her dress and grabbing himself a handful of her thigh. "You know there ought to be a law against something this good."
Essie tried to move his hand but he wouldn't let her. Just held on tighter, every time she tried to push it away. When he slid his hand up higher, she said, "Theophilus, open this door and quit this carrying on."
"If I stop carrying on in the hall, can you guarantee there is something better waiting for me in that room?"
Essie giggled. "What do you think?"
He nibbled at her collarbone, just below the hollow of her throat. "I think I want to find out."
They moved into the bedroom, and Theophilus drew Essie to him, kissing her deeply and pulling at the zipper of her dress.
Essie reached around his waist, unhooked his cummerbund, and dropped it on the floor.
He said, "You can work on this shirt if you like."
She smiled at him as she unbuttoned the button at the top of his shirt and worked her way down to the waist of his tuxedo pants.
"And what about these?" she asked in a sultry voice.
He raised his arms up and held them out to the side. "Baby, you the clothes expert. Do what you think is best."
Essie unhooked his pants, unzipped them slowly, and slid them down to the floor. Then, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. As Theophilus pulled his undershirt over his head, Essie looked him up and down, giggling. He grabbed the back of her head, planting a hot kiss on the corner of her mouth, and said, "What you laughing at?"
"You," she said in between his kisses. "I'm laughing at you in your white shorts, black socks, and shiny black shoes."
He took off his socks and expensive slip-on dress shoes. "Do I look better now?"
"No. But you will if you take off those shorts."
Theophilus gave Essie a sexy grin and ran his tongue slowly across his top lip, which had a layer of sweat on the rim of it. He pulled at the waist of those starched white boxers, glistening against his chocolate skin, and pushed them down. He was simply irresistible with those long muscular legs, that high and well-shaped backside, strong arms with the biceps bulging with the slightest movement, flat and hard stomach rippling with muscles and manhood, hard, deep dark chocolate—and with a bold look on his face.
Now Theophilus reached for Essie's hand, stripped off her dress, unhooking her bra as she placed soft kisses between the muscles on his chest, where his heart was rapidly beating, whispering, "I love you so much," right to his heart.
Breathing heavily, Theophilus slipped his hands inside her silk and lace panties, wrapped them around her bottom and pushed them along with that fancy slip down on the floor. He stood in her embrace, savoring the feel of her bare skin next to his.
His wife felt so good, it made him stumble a bit as he breathed a low "Oooooohhhhhhmmmmmm" into her ear and walked her back and onto the bed.
Essie moaned softly as she felt the full impact of his weight on her, and kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder. She pulled him closer, breathing heavily, and softly whispered, "Baby . . ." each time he moved, setting off those tiny ripples that washed over her from head to toe. And just as Theophilus had once told her, she could no longer tell where one of them began and the other one ended.
Theophilus looked into Essie's eyes, trying to find words to express what was flowing through his heart. "Ummm . . . baby," he whispered in a deep, mellow rumble of a voice. "Baby, when God created you from my side, He reached in and took the very best of me, along with the jewels from the deepest, darkest, richest valleys of the Nile to form you, my precious, precious wife."
Chapter Twenty-one
THAYLINE AND WILLIS STOOD AT THE KITCHEN counter, counting out silverware sets. They anticipated a full house—their family, Essie's folks, Baybro's friends, the Jameses, and the Jenningses. The party had been so much fun, and now they were fixing a big breakfast for people they loved. The doorbell