Quench My Thirst. R. Moreen Clarke

first, trying to get her to follow a rhythm, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t, or didn’t know how. Finally he placed his hands on her ass and guided the movements of her hips.

      “Oh, my, oh, my,” she kept murmuring over and over. Her body was screaming, and she couldn’t contain all the feelings racing through her. She was hot and flushed. He felt so good. His man stick felt so good sliding in and out of her special place. She couldn’t think straight.

      He knelt on the bed and pulled her hips up to his thighs. His pace quickened as this position allowed him to pleasure her with long, deep strokes. It was time to wrap things up here. He moistened his fingers and flicked her throbbing clit, at the same time continuing to ply her with deep, fast stroking.

      Marissa thrashed wildly in the bed. Her head was about to explode, and she couldn’t bear the feelings rushing through her body. “Oh, my god, oh, my god! Sweet Jesus!” she screamed as heat flushed from the top of her head and gushed out of her special place like a wave crashing ashore. She continued to whimper softly as her body collapsed deep into the mattress.

      Trevor, who’d timed his own release with hers, smiled to himself. He doubted she’d even realized he’d come. She was a noisy little heifer. He exited the bed as quickly as he could and took a quick shower.

      Marissa had a true sexual awakening that afternoon. As she lay reposed in the middle of the bed, exhausted, drained, and thoroughly fucked, tears flowed from her eyes—tears of joy, tears of wonderment, and finally tears of satisfaction. As she watched him walk out the door, she knew she wanted more. She made a decision: she would have more of him.

      Two hours later Marissa was home cooking dinner when Toby arrived in an unexpectedly cheerful mood. He swooped into the kitchen and grabbed her around the waist. Then he planted a firm kiss right on her astonished open lips. He waved a piece of paper in front of her face and danced a little jig around the kitchen. “I’ve got great news, Mo,” he said.

      Stunned by this new Toby, she weighed her words before she spoke, not wanting to break the spell of this moment. “You look so happy, honey. What’s the news?”

      “First, I got that promotion I been wanting for two years. They finally saw the light and gave me what I deserve. ’Bout damn time, too. And secondly, I get to go to New York for four weeks of training,” he said and continued his gleeful dance.

      “New York?” she queried. Her mind tried to digest the information. Number one, Toby would be out of her hair for a month. Yippee, hooray for the break. Two, he was sure to get mugged, lost, or possibly end up dead on some New York City street. His dumb country ass had never been out of Bumble-fuck, Illinois. She could never even get him to take her into Chicago. He claimed he hated big cities, and now he was happy to go to New York.

      “Yeah, New York, baby! We’re staying at one of them big hotels in Manhattan. Can you imagine? Me, in New York? Woo-wee! I’m gonna have a good time.”

      There was only one question left to ask, and she knew he would expect her to ask it. If she didn’t, he would get suspicious. With as much feigned sincerity as she could muster, she asked, “Can I go, too? Not for the whole time. I mean, I know we can’t afford that, but maybe I could join you for a weekend or something?”

      Toby stopped dancing long enough to take a cold, hard look at his wife. Ain’t no way in hell he was dragging her along on this trip. His boss even told him it was okay to make plans for her to come up on the weekends, and they would pay for it. But she wasn’t about to spoil his escape. He’d been hearing from some of the other guys about all the sweet pussy he could find in New York, and some of it free if you was willing to pay the cost of dinner. Shee-it! He’d been saving up for just this little vacation away from her whiny ass. He tried his best to look disappointed when he replied, “I’m sorry, babe. I did ask about you, ’cause I know you ain’t been nowhere neither. But they said not this time, ’cause it was training and all. I gotta really concentrate and learn the job.”

      She breathed a silent sigh of relief before replying. “I understand, Toby. I want you to do well at this new job. I’m so happy for you. Just be careful in New York, okay?” She gave him a quick hug and then returned to cooking dinner.

      A satisfied gleam crossed his face as he headed toward the bedroom. He knew she wouldn’t complain; she never did. He was going to the Big Apple for a good time without her.

      As Marissa stirred the pasta sauce, her mind drifted back to earlier in the day. Steve was a wonderful lover, and now she knew how an orgasm really felt. His hands were magic, and she was getting moist just thinking about those hands roaming all over her body. Toby turned on the shower in the bathroom, and his off-key baritone could be heard all the way to the kitchen. She’d gone to Chicago all by herself today, and it wasn’t nearly as bad as Toby wanted her to believe. She giggled with guilty pleasure. She wondered how many times she could see Steve in the next four weeks.