Page 25 of Enigma
I gave a slight nod of my head as I sat back to enjoy the most amazing view. Dana stepped out of her gown and thong as she lowered to her knees, finding the perfect spot between Ajaih’s thick, freckled thighs, preparing to eat the plate in front of her clean.
“Tell me what to do to bring you pleasure, beautiful,” Dana stated, “Your every need can be met, you just have to tell me.”
“Taste me, please, my body is in need of release.” The end of her statement was cut off as Dana wrapped her tongue around her clit and started to lick and suck slowly, her tongue making its way down to her opening that was pooled with her cream.
“Mmmm, a creamer,” Dana said as she licked up the cream threatening to run down her pussy to her ass.
I watched, my boxer briefs now at my ankles as I slowly stroked the precum spilling from the head of my dick into my shaft. Ajaih’s eyes were glazed over with lust as she began to grind her pussy all over Dana’s face as an orgasm ripped through her body, causing her body to buck all over the couch while Dana refused to cease the tongue lashing she was giving her.
“OH OHHHH FUCK PLEASE PLEASE,” Ajaih yelled out, trying to maintain some semblance of control; however, in this moment, Dana owned her body, mind, and soul.
I could see Dana’s arousal creating a mess on her thighs, letting me know she was getting off from pleasing Ajaih.
“Please, what, beautiful?” She asked, “Please make you cum again? Please keep ownership of you and this pussy? Please, what, baby? Turn over.”
Ajaih was now face down, ass up, Dana smacking her ass, “Arch your back and point your toes like a good girl,” she said and proceeded to tongue fuck Ja from her pussy to her asshole and back again.
My head dropped back as I continued to stroke myself to an orgasm, and just as I looked back at the beauty before me, I saw Ajaih looking back at me. The scene brought me back to the story she told us of Yanna and her former lover, causing me to smirk at Ja as I felt the nut come rushing to the head of my dick.
“Fuckkkkkkk,” I groaned as the thick ropes shot all over my hand and stomach. Noticing Ajaih still watching me as she continued to throw her ass and pussy all over Dana’s face, I used the remnants of my eruption as lubrication to continue stroking my manhood until it went completely soft. I was certain that providing an audience for her pleasure aided in the orgasm that was taking over every inch of her beautiful body.
“You taste so good, baby, so fucking good, mmmm, suffocate me through my orgasm,” Dana begged just as her body started to shake and her pussy started to cream.
Now realizing the control she had on both me and Dana, her pleasure being directly responsible for ours, she screamed out, letting us know she had arrived at ecstasy’s final destination. The tongue that was just buried deep inside her back door was now licking up the evidence of her orgasm, as she continued to weakly wind her hips and ass in Dana’s face, coming down from a pleasure high.
“So, now what?” She asked weakly, her body and mind exhausted.
“I’ll go get the shower ready for you both, so you can get cleaned up and lie down to rest,” I answered.
“That sounds amazing, but I mean what happens now that I—we— I mean,” she stumbled over her words, cheeks flushed.
I smiled at her and replied, “This journey is about you, Ajaih. About learning who you are as a woman, learning what brings you pleasure, pain, and joy. What do you want for yourself? What do you want in partnership? You get to make those decisions, and you should make them confidently,” I stopped talking to gauge her reception of what I was saying, and I had her undivided attention.
“I know you mentioned that Yanna refused to cross the line with you because of your lack of assurance about who you are and what you wanted, and I think her points are valid. You are a gorgeous woman with accolades in every aspect of your life, but independent of that, who are you? The woman I saw in action tonight has the potential to love and be loved, to please and be pleased in all the ways you deserve, but she has to be willing to stand in that power and claim it,” I finished my thoughts and kissed her on the forehead, “Now come on, let me get y’all clean and comfortable for some good sleep,” I added.
“Thank you, Cal, thank you, Dana, for everything tonight, for giving me a glimpse into the freedom and power I hold when I trust myself to live life on my own terms,” her heartfelt emotion showing through her words and glossy eyes.
Dana grabbed her hand, kissing it as she led her up the stairs, “You never have to thank us for giving you what you’ve always deserved.”
The weeks had been a complete blur due to my schedule. I had been in, out, and around the country, splitting my time between commentating and fulfilling contractual obligations for some of my endorsement deals by way of photoshoots, commercials, and event appearances. I was excited to get home and see both Yanna and Dana, because I hadn’t seen either of them in the flesh since the night Yanna told Ajaih of our relationship dynamics. I’d talked to both women together and separately and couldn’t wait to see them in the flesh, Layanna especially. I feel like our conversations had been surface deep, almost like she was avoiding telling me what had been going on with her outside of work, Dana, and Ahmir. I’d texted back and forth with Ahmir, who was also on business travel for a medical conference that Yanna thought would be a great networking opportunity for him and a way to let their medical colleagues know Winston Hills was churning out the best and brightest surgeons in the world. Dana was also away on travel, attending a huge financial planning conference for the hospital. She was a keynote speaker and would present her economic plans and ideas for the hospital as it prepared to merge with one of the country’s largest medical networks. Yanna and Ahmir, being the best surgeons in the world, provided a lot of medical currency to Winston Hills Memorial, and the higher-ups would be fools not to use it to their advantage.
Finally making my way home from the airport, I was hoping Yanna would be here; however, no signs of her showed until I let the garage up and saw her champagne colored BMW X6 parked in its usual space. Excitement immediately filled me as I started grabbing as much of my luggage as I could from my truck, including gifts I’d gotten for Yanna and Dana, and headed into the house, where I was welcomed by the most heavenly aroma. Not only was Yanna here, but she also made time to cook. I thought to yell out her name, but I’drather make my way through the house in search of her like a scavenger hunt, seeing where my search would lead me.
My first stop was the kitchen where I saw covered pots and pans and place settings for two at the island, but no her. My next stop was the den, where the TV was on, but there was no Yanna. Finally, I made my way to our bedroom, where she was softly snoring as she slept on her stomach, barely covered by the duvet, exposing her toned upper back, where her hair was sprawled across it, thick thighs, and round ass. Biting my bottom lip, I looked at my sleeping beauty in amazement as I gently placed my bags down, removing my shoes and jacket, and headed to disturb her slumber. Removing what was left of the duvet from her body, I began to gently knead her thighs and ass as I kissed her neck and shoulders. Her scent told me she had not long ago showered and moisturized in her favorite whipped shea body butter. Starting to stir from her slumber, a delicate moan escaped her as I continued to touch and rub her.
“Cal,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Hmmm,” I replied, not taking my eyes or hands off her.
“I missed you so much,” she said as she turned over to lay eyes on me. I was rendered speechless momentarily, her beauty leaving me stuck.
I considered myself a hot-blooded man who admired a woman’s beauty, even if I never had a single plan to shoot my shot. Women were God’s gift, made to be adored and admired; however, I often racked my brain trying to understand why I’d never truly paid attention to how outlandishly gorgeous this woman was. I always surmise that it was my love and respect for my wife and my best friend that served as a receptor blocker for my attraction to Yanna.
Finally able to find my voice again, “Not more than Daddy missed you,” leaning forward and pulling her luscious lips into a kiss.
“Baby, the next time I travel, you and your patients just have to come with me because this was the longest, most restless week ever,” I stated honestly as her laugh became music to my ears.
“Cal, you know damn well,” she stated, giggling.
