Royce (30 page)

“I don’t know,” she took a sip, “He left about two weeks ago,” she watched Royce’s hands as they massaged, “And he’s called to talk to the kids, says he’s coming to see them but he hasn’t yet.”  “Oh man, I’m so sorry Joy, but think about what you want.  Think about what’s best for you and the kids, his leaving might not be a bad thing.”  “I know Royce, you’re right,” and he was.  She’d thought that herself, had even told the kids it was for the best, but he was her husband.  She wanted her husband to forgive her and love her like he use too, and her eyes watered. 

Royce saw her soft, sad and beautiful, “Let’s forget about him for tonight okay.  Let’s not worry ourselves with him or anybody else, let’s just enjoy each other’s company tonight okay,” she smiled at him.  That would be wonderful, it would be just what she needed, “I like that, I think I can do that Royce,” she gave him a soft sad smile.  His massaging was moving up she felt his hands on her legs,
danger! danger! 
But she didn’t care it felt so good, he massaged her calves, then he moved up to her thighs. 

She closed her eyes and let herself feel how good it felt to be touched, his hand warm and strong on her skin.  She felt him lean in towards her, he took her wine glass and put it on the end table and pulled her down until she was lying on the sofa and he took one leg and placed it behind him and now he was between her legs. 

Joy felt his hands moving up her gown, past her hips, he untied the sash on her robe and opened it, and she felt his hands moving over the silk on her belly, rubbing, massaging her belly, her thighs, he went higher and she felt his hands glide gently across her breast and she opened her eyes.  Royce could see the want in them, he adjusted his body and lay on top of her, she felt him press against her, she spread her legs and he kissed her.  Joy looked into the deep blue depths of his eyes and saw his softness, his
love
, it felt good to be wanted and she responded.  His lips were soft on hers, she felt him moving against her. 

“Royce, stop we can’t, I don’t know what’s going to happen between me and Michael. I can’t okay.” 

Royce felt her responding, he knew she wanted him, “I know Joy, but for tonight forget about him.  Forget about everything, forget all of what you think you must do and be mine tonight, be mine tonight,” he softly implored.  Then he kissed her, he went deeper in the kiss with passion and want on his tongue, “Be mine tonight,” he whispered in her ear.

Joy felt a warm rush and responded to his plea, “Yes, I can be yours tonight,” she said softly.  He let himself linger in the kiss, he wanted her, but not here, not like this on the sofa.  He wanted to take his time and love her, savor every moment, if he was to only have her for one night then he wanted to take her to his bed.  He got up and took her hand, “Come on,” and led her to his bedroom.

Royce was on a cloud, he was going to have Joy and he was going to love her, love her all night if he could, that had always been impossible.  She was the only woman who sapped all his strength and wiped him out completely.  He closed the door and took off her robe and turned her to face him.  She ran her fingers up and down his chest; she’d wanted to do that all night, she kissed his soft patch and sucked him there, he moaned out.  He pulled up her gown and took it off, she stood before him wearing only tan boy short underwear.

“Oh, you look so good baby,” he eased his hands down inside her panties and slid them down, he softly and passionately kissed her as he did.  Joy reached for the tie on his pajama pants and kissed him just as passionately as she slid her hands inside his pants.   She loved to see Royce spring out of his pants, he was big and thick and so beautiful, “all man” came to mind whenever she saw him naked and hard.  She let his pants drop to the floor, she looked down at his manhood and took him in her hands, she massaged him thick in her hands, he moaned. 

He led her to the bed, he caressed her behind as he climbed into bed, she giggled, “I knew you’d find that back there,” he chuckled, “Well it is lovely,” he continued to caress her soft but taunt behind, then he turned her over and went for it, he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. 

He sucked her for all those nights he hadn’t been able to, he sucked her and sucked her caressing one breast with one hand sucking the other, then he moved to the other with his mouth and caressed the one he’d just sucked, she moaned her pleasure.  He worked her until he wanted more of her, savoring her body, her pleasure, he went down her belly.

Joy wanted him to taste her, wanted his mouth on her, she cried out and moaned as he moved down, writhing her body at the pleasure and the anticipation of what was to come, then he was there, his mouth on her, his tongue inside her.  Royce spread her legs and pushed his tongue deep inside her, he had one thing on his mind and that was loving Joy.  He went until he felt her body quiver, and then convulse, she moaned and let her body take her away, he felt her rush of hot liquid on his tongue,
warm
brown sugar.

He moved up her body, savoring the feel of her skin, he ran his face along her belly feeling her softness.  He took her nipple in his mouth as he moved passed it.  He went up her throat sucking, kissing.  He went to her lips, Joy’s lips, her kissable lips, he ran his tongue across them, then he kissed her.  He wanted his tongue in her mouth,
Louie, Louie, when you taste brown sugar,
he knew he was done for, he was hers no doubt about that.  He kissed her deep feeling his tongue inside her mouth, losing himself to her lips, to her.  He wanted to be inside her now, to feel what pleasure she always gave him.  He guided his swollen almost bursting need to her waiting wet wanting and found the spot he knew so well, he pushed inside, both cried out.  He felt her warmth engulf him and he was lost, he pushed and pushed and moved his body to feel her, “Oh baby, damn baby,” he whispered as he moved. 

This was Joy and he felt everything he’d always felt with her, pure exquisite pleasure and he lost himself to it, he felt himself in another world and he’d taken Joy with him.  They were there together surrounded in love, and he let himself feel and feel and feel.   Joy let herself feel Royce, let herself go and let him take her to the depths and heights of thrilling sensual pleasure she’d only felt with him.  She rode it with him, went high with it and let herself fall deep inside it and surround herself with its pleasure.  They were lost for what seemed like a long pleasurable moment until they felt themselves coming back, gliding, sliding, floating back to earth and land safely in each other’s arms, her legs and arms wrapped around him and he held her in his tight embrace. 

He opened his eyes and looked into her dark depths,
Louie, Louie, you’re gonna cry. 
He knew he was lost to her forever, but this was it, he’d only asked for one night.

Joy saw his soft look, she kissed his sweet lips,
Royce, Royce, there was something about Royce.

He pulled her in his arms as he rolled off her, he could smile now, he held on to her as she snuggled into him, her head on his chest, he kissed the top of her head. “That was nice,” she murmured.  “Yes it was, yes it was,” and Joy thought, she missed that, missed having a man love her with no worries or fear.  She felt fully satiated, her body warm and glowing she stretched out next to Royce.  Royce lay there holding her,
no, no, don’t fall asleep, don’t fall asleep,
that was it, he was out and so was Joy. 

He woke in the middle of the night, the lights were still on and Joy lay next to him sound asleep,
I’ve only got one night, that can’t be it.
He kissed her cheeks, her lips, “Joy, Joy wake up Joy,” he kissed her cheeks again, “Joy baby, Joy wake up, wake up,” he shook her, she began to stir, “Wake up baby, I need you baby, wake up,” he implored as he kissed everywhere, “I need you baby, I need you.” Joy’s eyes opened, “I need you baby, wake up, wake up.” “Wha…, what?”  “Please baby, please baby I need you.” “Royce what is it?”  She was awake now, “I need you baby,” he kissed her again, “I don’t want our night to end baby. I need you,” he looked deep in her eyes, “Can you baby, can you love me again, can you?  I need you,” he was desperate to have her again.  She smiled, “Okay baby, I can love you again, yes I can love you again,” and she moved to him. 

He ran his fingers through her hair and moved it aside and kissed along the back of her shoulder and down her back, he went down, down, kissing and licking her back, he went to her round swells, he caressed them.  Royce loved her back there, he caressed each cheek and sucked her succulence, “Oh baby, so lovely, so lovely,” he ran his tongue around and around then he pulled her up on her knees and knelt behind her between her legs, “You know what I want baby, you know what I want,” he said huskily.

“Can you fuck me?” 

“Oh yes baby I can fuck you, I can fuck you,” and she pushed on him until he was deep inside her.  He cried out at the sensation, his toes curled from feeling her take him.  She moved her body against him, he held on, holding her hips as she moved, she pushed and moved, pushed deep, so deep, she cried out as she held him deep inside her.  Royce held on but feeling himself hard and ready to erupt at any second, she had him, he was hers.  She moved and moved and, he cried out and felt his hard eruption flow hot and hard from his body, connecting him to her, his body jerking and spastic, she drew everything from him until his release was complete. He fell on top of her, his body all loose limbed and not totally his yet, his breathing fast and shallow, hers too.  He didn’t move, or couldn’t move for a few moments, “Damn baby, damn baby,” he kissed her lips and rolled off her. “I know damn, damn, damn,” Joy said.

Royce wanted to love her again, but before he knew it he was out and the next thing he remembered was the alarm going off and Joy jumping up; morning had come too soon and the night was over. 

After a pancake breakfast Joy looked at her watch, “Oh my come on kids, we’ve got to go.”  Royce was standing by the counter watching her.  She ran to Justin, “By baby boy, mommy will see you tomorrow,” he heard that,
tomorrow, no,
“Karen help your father with lunch, you’re the young lady okay.” Karen nodded and she saw her father watching Ms. Joy. “Bye,” Ms. Joy sang out as she headed to the side door.  “You’re not coming back!”  Her father ran to her. 

Joy looked at him, “Well…no, Royce this is your weekend.”  “I know, but look come back have dinner with us,” she looked unsurely at him, “I’ll think about it Royce, I’ve got a lot to do today,” “After your busy day you could use a good meal, come on have dinner with us?” Karen watched her father he held on to Ms. Joy’s hand and wouldn’t let her go. “Okay, you’re cooking though right,” she laughed and he smiled so big Karen thought.  "Yep I’m cooking, see ya then,” he was excited Karen could see that.

Royce was excited, he’d decided one night wasn’t enough, he had to have her again.

Later that day Joy came in to the best aroma.  She had shown him how to make lasagna using ground turkey and sausage and he used her recipe.  The house was filled with the smell of lasagna and warm bread.  Royce was in the kitchen when she walked in, “Oh my Royce that smells good.” “Thanks babe,” he was almost ready, he took the wine out the cooler, “Go get comfortable,” and he almost said,
you’re home now
, “And I’ll have a glass of wine for you.” “That sounds great,” Joy went into the guest room, the room she was supposed to stay in last night, but she was in his bed and she smiled at the thought.

When she came out he handed her a glass of white wine. “Relax baby, I got this tonight,” she smiled. “Okay, I can do that,” Joy sat at the bar and talked to him, but that lasted only a few seconds, “Let me do something Royce, I feel so idle,” she begged and he gave in. “Okay finish the bread,” and she was by his side talking and spreading the garlic butter on the bread and toasting it.

At dinner Karen watched her father.  He kept glancing at Ms. Joy as everyone talked around the table his eyes would fall on her, “Joy I would really like for you all to stay the night again.  I need to talk to you, I really need to have a long conversation with you.” Ms. Joy looked at him, “I can’t tonight Royce.”  “We can get our stuff mommy,” Lindsey said, “Can we mommy, please can we mommy?”  “Yeah mom, can we?” Deon chimed in, and Royce smiled to himself.  He was hoping for that.  “Can they Ms. Joy, please?”  Dillon pleaded and he was shocked, the boy hardly said a word.  He had to pry every conversation out of him. “I feel like everyone is ganging up on me,” she laughed. “Well I really do need to talk to you,” Royce said to make his point again. “Okay, alright, we’ll stay,” the kids cheered and he smiled.

And later that night Royce held Justin and watched Joy doing girly stuff with Lindsey and Karen, braiding hair, talking, laughing.  He listened and held Justin, who was drinking his warm milk from his sippy cup and nodding off to sleep.  He watched Joy, she was wearing sweat shorts now, and a t-shirt, and he loved she was comfortable enough to dress like that in his home.  He’d seen her like that when he use to visit Justin, and he knew that was when she was most relaxed, and this felt like family to him, family and love. 

She ran the kids off to bed and said, “I’m going to take my shower and we can talk after,” and he did the same.

When he came out Joy was walking back into the family room.  He turned off the TV and the lights, “Come talk to me.”   He went into the kitchen and took out a bottle of wine and turned off the lights, and it was just him and Joy sitting at the kitchen table, a light on under the cabinets was the only light.  He noticed she liked short nightgowns and matching robes, and she noticed he liked wearing pajama bottoms, his chest bare.  Joy sat at the end of the kitchen table and he sat in a chair closest to her and handed her a glass of wine.