Restless

Chapter 3

"Hey Wanda, I'm about to head out to get Rison. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" Kyle called out, picking up his keys from the end table in the living room.

"Okay. Oh, can you come back here for a minute before you leave?" Wanda called from the bedroom.

"I'm running late, baby. What do you need?"

"I need you to come back here. It'll only take a minute."

Kyle sighed, looking at his watch. He was supposed to take Rison to the aquarium and he should have left to get her ten minutes ago. He had been doing some work from home and he lost track of time. He rushed around the house getting ready, and now that he was almost out of the door, Wanda wanted something.

"This had better be good," he mumbled to himself as he stalked back towards their bedroom.

He opened the door and his eyes widened. Wanda was sprawled across the bed wearing nothing but a white g-string and some red pumps. She arched her back when Kyle entered the room so her breasts jutted forward, inviting him to move closer. Kyle licked his lips but resisted the urge to go over to her.

"Ahh, baby...what's going on?" he croaked, his throat suddenly dry.

"I wanted to show you what I picked up today," Wanda purred, eyeing him seductively. She reached out to him. "Come get a better look."

Kyle hesitated. "I have to go, Wanda."

Wanda pouted. "Please? I just want you to feel the material. Its very soft," she teased, running her fingers down the thin piece of fabric that covered her womanhood.

Kyle grunted at the image of Wanda touching herself. He wanted nothing more than to go and rip that flimsy undergarment from her body, but he had been looking forward to seeing Rison all day. Sahara had already called and told him that Rison was over there all ready to go. He could just picture his baby girl repeatedly looking out of the window and asking Sahara when he was going to get there. The image made him want to hurry up and get to her.

"Wanda...can you just hold that thought until I get back? I really...really have to get out of here," Kyle said, his body already responding to the erotic image of his fiancée.

"Hold that thought? What, you think I'm supposed to just lay here for hours while you go and look at fish with your daughter? Come on, honey...she can wait a little while longer. The aquarium won't close 'til later tonight. Just come and play with me for a little bit before you head out."

Kyle weakened. Wanda could see it and decided to go in for the kill. She got up on her knees and ripped off the g-string, then stepped off the bed and sauntered over to him wearing nothing but the red pumps. Kyle's eyes roamed over her milk chocolaty body that was thick in all the right places, and his mouth actually started to water. His hand reached out to touch Wanda's hips as she stepped close to him and started licking his neck, which always drove him crazy. Her body pressed against his and Kyle couldn't help but wrap his arms around her. When she looked up at him with her thick-lashed bedroom eyes reminiscent of Loretta Devine, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her. He moaned when her tongue eased into his mouth and she backed him into the wall behind him, unbuckling his belt. He gave in to her when she dropped down to her knees, pulling his pants with her.

A couple of hours later, he was on the phone with Sahara, trying to explain himself. He told her that a pipe had burst in the house right as he was getting ready to leave and he had to call a plumber. He knew Sahara didn't know anything about that kind of stuff and would just have to take his word for it. It was clear that she was upset, though, and she told him that Rison had cried when Kyle never showed up. He felt incredibly guilty; he had never liked to see his baby girl cry. This had to be the last time he stood her up because he didn't want her to start thinking he was trying to abandon her.