DUTCH AND GINA: AFTER THE FALL (4 page)

“Except she’s better looking than you,” Christian had said jokingly at the me, just to get a rise out of LaLa.

And it worked. LaLa nearly knocked him out of his chair.

There was a me when Chris an had thought that There was a me when Chris an had thought that he and LaLa could make a good couple, but LaLa made clear that the twenty-five year old Chris an was a li le too young for her thirty-five years. Besides, she also made clear, she preferred older men. Great looking older men, Chris an soon discovered, like Crader McKenzie. Which made him quickly realize that LaLa was way out of his league if she could see herself with a power player like McKenzie. But now he and LaLa were fast becoming the best of friends.

“Guess what?” he said as he sat down.

“What?” LaLa asked as she watched Li le Walt quietly play.

“Liz Sinclair was on the estate.”

LaLa looked up when she heard that name. “You lying.”

“No, I’m not either. She already le , but she was here, all right. I was the one who escorted her into the gym.”

“To see Crader?”

“No, the president. Senator McKenzie told her off actually. He can’t stand her.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a li le late for that. But what did she want?”

“I don’t know,” Chris an said. “But she said it was urgent.”

“I see,” LaLa said, looking away from Christian.

Ever since LaLa caught Crader with Liz Sinclair, he’d been a emp ng to apologize, to explain himself, to just talk about it. But at this point LaLa didn’t want to hear it. She knew their rela onship, at that me, was young and that they weren’t even what you could publicly call an item yet, but they had made love twice before he messed up. She didn’t give herself away like that for the hell of it. She was very much commi ed to seeing where their rela onship was going. Crader apparently, given what she had caught him allowing Liz to do to him, wasn’t interested in such a commitment.

The only reason he was apologizing now, she figured, was because the president had go en wind of what had happened, and probably made him apologize.

No thank-you, she said to herself, and returned her attention to Little Walt.

When Gina walked into the spacious bedroom and saw that Dutch was lying in bed, her heart pounded against her chest. For a moment she remembered the night he had collapsed, that dreaded night. She remembered how he clutched his chest, before he fell to his knees.

“Dutch,” she said, hurrying to his bedside. “Are you alright?”

Dutch, showered and naked under the bed covers, quickly reassured her. “I’m perfectly fine,” he said and reached out his hand, as she sat on the side of the bed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in bed this me of day,” she said, holding his hand, concern all over her face. “It scared me.”

His thumb began to sweep across her knuckles. “I know, sweetheart.”

“Are you ge ng red again, is that why you’re back in bed?”

“No, no. I had a very good workout this morning actually.”

“But you overdid it, didn’t you?”

Dutch smiled weakly. “Probably,” he said, intertwining her fingers with his. “But no, I’m good.”

“If you’re so good and you aren’t the least red, why are you in bed?”

Dutch looked at their intertwined fingers, and then into her bright brown eyes. Only his green eyes had into her bright brown eyes. Only his green eyes had taken on that hooded, lus ull look Gina knew so well.

“Because I want you to do me a favor,” he said.

There was a slight hesita on in Gina’s response, as their fingers con nued to intertwine, as an cipa on began to roil within her. “And what favor is that?” she asked.

Dutch, however, didn’t miss a beat. “I want you to lock that door, take off every inch of clothing you have on that fine body of yours, and get in this bed so I can fuck the shit out of you.”

Gina’s face blushed in a fiery heat. She wanted to have a clever come back; she wanted to smile and laugh it off; she wanted to show nothing but sophis ca on and ease. But she couldn’t. Because it had been over two weeks since the last me they made love, the longest dry spell in the history of their marriage. Although Dutch was released from the hospital within a day of his admi ance, she wasn’t about to rush him back in the sack. And Dutch was the kind of man who wasn’t going to risk a second collapse.

But now that he was up to it again, ready, willing, and seemingly more than able, Gina wasn’t about to waste a second with cuteness and coyness and allow this moment to pass.

She walked hurriedly to the door and locked it as he had told her to do. She then slung her shirt over her head, her big breasts bouncing as her bra flew off with it. She unzipped and stepped out of her jeans, her panties and slipper shoes off with them.

And then there she stood, at her husband’s bedside, naked as a newborn babe.

Dutch lay there, his hand again interlacing with hers, as he stared unblinkingly at her bronzed, beau full body. He’d had so many women in his life, women of all shapes, colors, and sizes, women most men would find far more glamorous and even far more beau full than Gina could ever be. But not one of those women had ever come close to giving him the same feeling he felt, or intensity he experienced whenever he looked upon his wife at her barest.

He removed the covers from his own bare body, revealing a thick, primed penis already erect, and he li ed Gina on top of him. At first they just lay there, flesh to flesh, his strong arms around her. And she could just feel his heat. His eyes stared so intensely into hers, as if he was assessing her, and her fingers parsed through his rich, black hair as if she wanted to savor the moment.

And then she smiled.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his eyes moving from hers just long enough to notice her slight smile.

“Sure you’re up to this?” she said in a kidding tone.

But Dutch remained serious as a heart a ack. He looked up, at her hair, and ran his hand through her so , short, layered haircut as if he, too, wanted to savor the moment.

“I can show you better than I can tell you,” he said.

Gina leaned down and kissed him on the lips. “Show me then,” she said.

Dutch’s heart pounded when she kissed him, and then he took over, placing his lips on hers in a circling, lingering kiss. He wrapped both arms around her even ghter, with one hand moving downward and rubbing and then cupping her bu ocks, as he kissed her. The sensa on pierced through him as he li ed one leg, the side of his knee rubbing the side of her body, as he held her even ghter and couldn’t seem to break away from that long, lingering kiss.

When he did break away, she lifted her chin because she wanted to feel him on her neck too. And Dutch she wanted to feel him on her neck too. And Dutch didn’t disappoint, kissing his wife’s smooth neck in a lick/suck that caused her to let out short, sexy grunts.

Grunts that only made his kisses more animated.

He reversed their posi on, pu ng her on her back, as his mouth moved further down, kissing her chest and then capturing her breasts. First the nipples, from one to the other, and then the juicy globes, kissing and sucking and crea ng the kind of passion marks Gina knew would be as visible as their love.

And when he moved down even further, to the juiciness between her legs, she grabbed onto his hair and squeezed every fiber of her being every me he wiggled his tongue against her clit. He slung her legs open, as wide as she could bear, and bore down even deeper into her, her womanhood prac cally si ng on his face, her body elevated by him as he held her by the catch of her bare bu and sucked the strength out of her.

And he couldn’t stop. Because he loved her taste, her smell, everything about this African princess he had in his mouth. He couldn’t stop sucking and licking and making her wiggle. And her grunts and her moans made him even more passionate.

Her womanhood, every juicy inch of it, was under his complete possession.

For the longest me he gave her the kind of head only a long absence could produce. And for Dutch and Gina two weeks without being inside of each other, was a long, long time.

His stamina shocked and pleased Gina, as she arched her back, con nued to squeeze his hair, and continued to let out guttural sounds as his mouth would not lessen its sensual probing.

Un ll his penis became so swollen, so engorged with an cipa on, that ge ng inside of her became an emergency.

He entered her with a slow and easy entry. She could hear him say
aah
when the penetra on finally occurred; when his rod and her wall scraped in that side swipe that only Dutch knew how to do her. And she was
aah
-ing too.

They se led into an easy rhythm, with Dutch staring at her as he fucked her. She had her eyes closed and seemed caught up in the sheer enjoyment of having him inside of her again. But he s ll could see the strain on her face from that craziness that nearly undid her two weeks ago. He s ll could feel the depths of her pain from all of the drama she had to endure ever since she became his wife.

These past two weeks had been wonderful, with the two of them together with their baby boy, turning all of their past drama into a distant memory. Un ll today, with that visit from Liz that was certain to mean more drama ahead. But he couldn’t worry about that now.

He just wanted to experience his wife right now.

He lay down on top of her as he con nued to fuck her, as his arms wrapped ghtly around her naked body and his thickening penis slid in and almost out, over and over, going further in with every penetra on, moving and caressing her g-spot in that lumbering, poking way that turned both of them on.

And Gina was completely turned on, as every scrape against her walls caused her feminine juices to flow all over his rod and create that sound of satura on that always hastened his rhythm. Because they both liked it fast and hard, they just did, and soon their slow drag increased un ll his lumbering became a thrashing and she was ll ng her head, arching her back, and quietly screaming his name.

Dutch moved his mouth down to her pliable breasts as he pounded her, and he sucked and fucked her in a as he pounded her, and he sucked and fucked her in a way that caused his chest, his neck, every muscle in his very body to strain with the passion of the moment. He loved Gina, and right now all he wanted to do was show that love through his rod.

And he pounded her with the kind of fierce thrusts that bespoke thirst being quenched; starva on being fed; desire being magnificently fulfilled. He held onto her as he banged her. He held onto her like a man holding onto his most precious possession. She was his, his heart screamed, and everybody, no ma er their intentions, had better understand that.

And when he came inside of her with an outpour that flooded her, his body li ed slightly in an almost levita on just above her, with the intensity causing his familiar
oh, Gina
to strain out, and her familiar
Dutch
to strain out too, un ll they both drained out every ounce they had within them, and collapsed into each other’s arms.

It took Dutch a li le more me than usual, as his stamina was now reduced to about zero, but he managed to move off of his wife and lay, on his back, beside her. He wanted to pull her into his arms but was breathing so hard, and was now so drained, that he couldn’t yet pull it off.

Gina looked at him, at his powerful chest li ing up and down in what appeared to be a struggle for normalcy, and she was immediately concerned.

She turned her body toward him. “We overdid it, didn’t we?” she asked him.

He smiled weakly, it was the best he could do. “I could never overdo making love to you.” Gina smiled too, and li ed her head on her elbow.

“Not bad for an old man,” she kidded.

“Old man?” Dutch responded, looking at her. “I wasn’t so old when you was begging for more.”

“
Me
begging
you
? Get real!” Dutch laughed. Then coughed.

Gina placed her hand gently on his flat stomach, rubbing his ribbed abs. He was really an impressive physical specimen, she thought. When he had collapsed the doctor said it would have been far more serious, given the enormous pressures he was under, had he not been in such excellent shape.

And then that faraway look came over her face, as she couldn‘t stop thinking about the night of his collapse. The worst night, bar none, of her en re life.

It was a look Dutch now was beginning to know so well.

“Stop reliving it, babe,” he told her.

Gina closed her eyes and then opened them back up again. “It was so awful,” she said, staring at the memory rather than her husband beside her. “I thought I had lost my son and then my husband all in the same night. It was so awful.”

He placed his hand on top of hers. “But you didn’t lose either one of us,” he said.

“Praises be to God,” she said. “Because if I would have lost you--”

Dutch placed his finger on her mouth and managed, with some effort, to turn his body sideways facing her already turned body. “If you would have lost either one of us,” he said, “you would have been hurt and saddened, devastated even, but you would have con nued on with your life. And I mean that. You’d had better go on with your life if anything like that were to happen. You understand me, Gina? You’re not that kind of woman that falls apart just because the world around her has. You’re strong, that’s what a racted me to you in the first place. And I expect you to summon that strength if there’s ever a me when you have to. You understand me?”

Gina nodded, but it wasn’t a confident nod.

Gina nodded, but it wasn’t a confident nod.

“Promise me, Gina,” Dutch said, his face now filled with worry too. Gina looked at him. “Promise me you’ll stay strong, for Walt’s sake, for your own sake, if anything ever happens to me. Promise me.” His look was so earnest, so filled with concern, that she quickly nodded her head. “I promise,” she said.

“But don’t say things like that, Dutch. Nothing ’s going to happen to you.”

Dutch didn’t answer, because he knew what she meant. Because if anything were to happen to her he wasn’t altogether sure if he could go on, either. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her on her forehead.