Psychic Lovers
an excerpt

I tittered in glee as I put on the oven mitts then pulled the pie out of the oven. He watched me start to cut and I asked how big. He held my cutting hand and eased the knife over a bit and pressed. “Damn you are going to bust.”

“Then I will bust happy.” He didn’t even wait for me to put it in a plate, he just took it in his hand and sunk his teeth into it. “Mmmm,” he managed while he chewed. “This is sweet potato and what else?”

“I use pineapple instead of sugar.” I cut a smaller slice and began to eat the way he did.

“I love it. You are an excellent cook.”

“Actually, I hate to cook because I hate to clean. However, you are an excellent eater.”

“You mean you wouldn’t feed me? Make me eat take out?”

“Well, time will tell. I may get spoiled and want to have a full time cook.”

“How about this, you cook and I clean.” He licked his fingers then wiped his hands on a paper towel.

“That may work, but you may be too tired when you come home after them 14 hour days to be doing dishes.”

“We’ll use paper plates.”

“What about the pots and pans?”

“Aluminum foil.” He grinned, then slipped his hands around my waist. “Now my beauty, I am stuffed.”

“I should say so.” I laughed and poked his belly. “Now, let me get your Christmas, I mean Hanukkah present.” I started toward the bedroom and he followed, tapping my hips as I walked.

“You bought me something? I thought my present was dinner.”

“No silly, dinner was just that, dinner.” I reached into a drawer and pulled out a nice box, all wrapped in bright gold paper. His eyes glittered as I handed it to him and kissed his cheek. “Happy holiday baby.” Nick walked over to my closet and opened the door. He kept an extra lab coat in there and he dug into the deepest pocket. He pulled out a small box and brought it over to me.

“Now that you have me, there’s nothing more you will need, however, I know what you wished you had...”

We sat on my bed and opened our presents. He pulled the deep red velour robe out of the box and grinned. “Now you can give me back mine.” I said, with a ‘so there’ tone.

“This is a very nice robe and in my favorite color.” He tried it on and it fit perfectly; I remembered that size 44.

He remembered I wanted a portable DVD player and when I saw the box I screamed and hugged him which he enjoyed. “Now I can see all those bootleg DVD’s my friend gets from Harlem!”

He got up and hung up both robes then slipped into bed. He saw the bow that was on the box with the robe and took it off. I watched him as he slipped his pajama bottoms down and looped the bow on his erection. He winked then said, “now come get your ‘all year long’ present. Work off some of that food.”

I grinned and pushed the wrapping onto the floor. I climbed into bed, then pulled my caftan over my head. He took hold of my thighs and licked his lips and he looked at the red lace set I wore. “You like?”

“Of course, it’s my favorite.” He noticed something that made him gasp in shock. “You took it all off!” He slipped his fingers under the bikinis and brushed my naked mound of Venus.

“I had to, this was hi cut and I didn’t want the lace to be hairy.”

While he laughed he rolled me onto the bed and said, “where’s that whipped cream?”

“No!” I protested. I didn’t want my sheets messed up and tried to stop him when he went to the refrigerator. I caught up with him because he stopped to remove his pajama bottoms, and blocked him from opening the door. He reached around me and pulled out the can of Reddi-whip then began to shake it, with a sly look in his eyes. “You’re going to mess up my new sheets!”

“That’s what you’re worried about? The sheets? I’ll buy you new sheets.”

“No, it might mess up the mattress too.”

“Okay.” Nick put the can down long enough to slip my bikinis and bra off, then picked me up and placed me on the butcher block table. I tried to get up but he held me down with one hand and popped the cap off the whipped cream then shook it once more. I started to cackle as he sprayed it around my nipples and left a trail down to my crotch. He built a mound there then buried his face in it, licking furiously and causing me to moan and giggle as he worked his way up. He straddled me and as he finished the last bit of whipped cream he leaned forward then kissed me deeply. Without a word he stepped off the table and pulled me by the thighs to the edge, then held open my thighs. He reached down to remove the bow which had stuck to his pubic hair and he reacted with a “ow ow ow!” I laughed and he gave me a look.

“You find my pain amusing?”

“Well, a little. By the way, you have a little whipped cream on your nose right there.” He wiped it off then rubbed it on the tip of his penis, then with no warning sent it in, causing me to groan loud and deep. He bucked twice and I reacted with my back curling off the table. He held my thighs apart and began to thrust with swift strokes that made me want to come right away. He prolonged it by stopping to kiss whatever he could reach, then returning to the thrusts. I came quickly this time, and he shot his load across my abdomen.

“Now Ms. Bald Kitty cat...was Santa naughty or nice this year?”

“Santa was naughty and nice.” I managed once I caught my breath. He watched as I smeared his seed across my breasts and stomach, then sat up.

We showered and played around some more before spooning comfortably in bed. I was tired from all the cooking and he was tired from being on call and eating. He turned me over on my back then stroked my hairless crotch and made a face, which I asked him about.

“I like it when I have some curly hair to play with. But once and a while, this is okay.”

“Well, Christmas comes around once a year.”

“Santa brought me nice presents this year. I got a nice robe, a great dinner and you for dessert.”

His tender touch worked like magic because my legs opened without me thinking about it. As we kissed, his strokes concentrated on my clitoris arousing me even more. When his tongue matched his swirling fingers within me, I felt my body start to simmer. Instinctively he worked me into a frenzy, knowing what buttons to push and when. I saw him smile when he pinched my clit with three of his digits deep within and my pelvis jolted up as if it was separate from my spine.

“Nicky ... baby...” I whispered as my body settled back on the bed.

“I’m here my beauty.... tell Santa what you need.”

“You heated me up Santa, now cool me down...” I held his face as I kissed him and he rolled between my legs and eased his glans head in. He felt around until he found my hands then held them fingers entwined. Unlike the session on the table, he took his time and before we knew it, I was whispering, “I can’t do without you” over and over as the multiple orgasms sent me into a spin. When we relaxed, I hugged him with every limb then held onto him. “I love you Nicky, with all my heart and soul.”

“I know why I was born, why I came to this hospital, and why I chose this program.”

“Why?”

“Because I was made for you. I would have never found you if I didn’t sign the contract there.”

“But you were there before me for two years.”

“Yes, two lonely years. Then you came and smiled at me with that sunshine smile.”

“And the rest is history.”

“No, and the rest is heaven. You’re my angel.” He kissed me deeply and we drifted off to sleep nestled in each other’s arms.