OMARI

      "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" I asked Isabella as I watched her slip on a pair of flip flops and grab a set of my car keys.

      "Yes. I can handle this on my own. Thanks though," she replied with a smile before leaning over and kissing me quickly on the lips before walking

      I watched her leave the apartment and hoped that everything went well with this meeting. Neither of us knew what it was about but she didn't really need the stress.

ISABELLA

      I barely registered the soft jazz coming out of the speakers of the Four Seasons' elevator as I rode to my parents' floor. Nerves were getting the best of me and it felt as if someone was punching me in my stomach...repeatedly. When the elevator stopped on my floor I nodded at the elevator attendant and walked down the hall, glancing at the numbers on the doors before stopping in front of my parents' suite. I stared at the door for a moment, trying to force myself to take action, before actually ringing the bell beside the door frame. Five minutes hadn't passed when the door opened to reveal my stern looking father.

      "Isabella," was his calm utterance. "Come in."

      I nodded and walked past him and headed towards the living room where my mother had just placed a tea set on the coffee table. I took a seat on one of the arm chairs before looking at my parents curiously.

      "So what exactly is the purpose of this meeting?" I asked.

      My mother glanced at my father and he sighed before turning his attention to me. "Your mother and I wanted to apologize." I could tell that it hurt him to say it, my father wasn't one to admit to his wrong doings, but I could also tell he meant it. "While I still stand by my decision, I'll admit that the way I went about things wasn't the best, and I'm sorry that I hurt you."

      "I also have to apologize for expecting you to just get used to your current predicament and act as if things were routine between the two of us," my mother added. "I love you sweetie and I don't want you to hate me and your father."

      I stared at them and listened to what they had to say quietly. It was obvious that my silence was making the two of them uncomfortable and more than a little nervous.

      "I don't hate you," I told them finally speaking. "I couldn't hate the two of you if I wanted to. I'm angry and disappointed that the two of you decided to dictate my life the way you did. Omari's a great man and a wonderful husband but the two of you didn't know that he would be either of those things when you decided that I was going to marry him. You knew virtually nothing about this man but what his father told you and that's why I was angry."

      "We realize that and are terribly sorry," my mother replied with regret shining in her eyes.

      "That's all I wanted," I spoke with a soft smile.

      "Your father actually apologized?" Paula asked me over the line.

      "Amazing, huh?" I asked.

      "What are you doing for the break?" she asked, switching the subject.

      "I haven't really planned anything so I don't know. I do have to pick up a few last minute gifts," I told her.

      "This is your first Christmas with Omari so you know you have to make it special," Paula replied.

      "I know. I've been looking into buying ornaments," I told her.

      "You're decorating the tree?" she asked curiously.

      "Yes, why?" I asked.

      "You've never decorated a tree before," Paula pointed out.

      "So? It can't be that hard. Besides I used to help the crew my parents hired to stage our tree," I told her.

      "Go ahead with your bad self then," Paula replied in amusement.

      "Forget you Paula. I'm going to decorate this tree and it's going to be the most beautiful tree. Just watch," I told her with a pout.

      "Sure it will," she replied humoring me.

      I sucked my teeth before laughing and telling Paula that I had to go. Once our call had ended I turned my phone off and walked into the class room where I'd be taking my last final.

OMARI

      "So what do you want for Christmas?" I asked Isabella with a light moan as she gently worked a kink out of my shoulder.

      "I'm sure I'll love whatever you give me," she replied simply as she allowed her hands to trail lower and work her magic on my lower back.

      "Baby, that doesn't exactly help," I pointed out.

      I felt her soft lips press themselves at the center of my shoulder blades before she said, "Why don't you tell me what you want?"

      "Whatever's good. Ooh I know. Cook me a huge ass meal. I'm talking turkey, stuffing, sweet potato's-"

      "Damn baby. You're trying to have me in the kitchen the whole holiday," she interrupted before telling me to turn over.

      "It's your fault that you can cook," was my response as I turned on my back and kept my eyes closed in a relaxed state.

      "So you want a Thanksgiving meal on Christmas?" she asked as she slowly massaged the lightly scented warm oil into my arms.

      "Yeah," I replied fully relaxed.

      One moment I was fully relaxed and drifting off to sleep and the next I felt a pair of soft lips wrap themselves around my nipple before a velvety smooth tongue flicked over the small nub. My eyes popped open and I looked down to see Isabella giving me a smirk before she gently bared down with her teeth and pulled lightly.

      "Bay-"

      "Shh," she whispered as she placed her index finger over my lips before kissing her way down my chest, stopping shortly at my belly button and swirled her tongue around the small area before dipping her tongue inside for a short kiss.

ISABELLA

      I couldn't help the smile, or satisfaction, I felt as Omari gave me control. While I'd been a virgin when I'd married Omari, I wasn't completely clueless when it came to sex. I mean it would be damn near impossible with Paula as my best friend. Don't get me wrong, Paula was every much a lady and held herself as such but the girl was a kinky bitch and had no problem giving me blow for blow details of her sexcapades. Some of the things she'd described for me had been things I'd yearned to try and what better person to explore with than my husband?

      Omari's intense stare made me a little uncomfortable but I pulled my mind away from that as I allowed my warm hands to slowly trace each indention of his sculpted abs before circling my nail lightly around his belly button. I leaned over and kissed it softly before pulling my self back up and allowing my hands to go lower.

      "Now you know I'm not too experienced when it comes to pleasing a man so you'll have to help me every now and then," I replied lightly, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I wrapped my hand around his semi hard member and pumped slowly.

      After testing the feel, I tightened my grip a bit and pulled my fist up before rotating my thumb around the head. Omari hissed lightly and I smiled at his reaction along with the feeling of him hardening and lengthening in my hand. While my right hand slowly pumped his shaft, I allowed my left hand to cup and caress his scrotum. He hissed lightly and licked his parched lips as he looked down at me with heavily lidded eyes.

      "You know, Paula and I talk about a lot of things," I started slowly as I watched the semi transparent liquid that was his pre-cum lightly coat the head of his shaft.

      "Like what?" he asked in that tone. His already semi raspy voice had deepened to a point where each syllable he spoke sent shivers down my spine.

      "Like our favorite movies, clothing brands, sexual desires, and tricks of the trade," I replied with a knowing smirk as he hissed when the word sex rolled off my tongue.

      "Why don't you elaborate on that?"

      "Paula's a bit more experienced than I and so she usually shares a bit of her tumbles in the boudoir with me," I started as I leaned over and slowly kissed the warm skin of his pelvic area.

      "Bella," he groaned deeply as I started to stroke him a little faster.

      "I've always been somewhat intrigued about the whole giving oral thing. My friend Olivia told me that each guy tastes different and that it's more pleasurable giving it to some than others. The thing is that I've never tried it before but I'm willing to give it a go," I replied lowly as I leaned over and flicked my tongue over the tip of his dick before swirling my tongue around the bulbous head.

      I continued to stoke him as I swirled my tongue inside my mouth trying to decide whether or not I liked his taste...if I wanted to continue. Surprisingly enough, the thought and act didn't repulse me. Omari smelled faintly of the Dove soap he'd showered with and traces of his Burberry cologne. He had a taste that was all his own with more than a hint of salt from his viscous textured pre-cum. It was odd but not disgusting.

      With my initial restraint thrown out the window I tried to remember the tips and the technical instruction Paula had given me. After going over a thorough review I waited until the end stroke of my hand had me holding his base before enveloping my lips around his erection and sucking with a medium hint of pressure before taking in a little more and pulling my head up until just the tip was in my mouth. I rearranged myself so that I was in a more comfortable position before flicking my tongue rapidly over the slight ridges located on the underside of his dick.

      He moaned low in his throat and ran his fingers lightly over my scalp and I moaned pleasurably at the feeling before comfortably sucking the top half portion of his penis while adding the pumping motion of my fist at the base, all the while massaging his scrotum. When his pre-cum was free flowing, I pulled my lips off of him with a 'pop' and slid a condom on him before repositioning my body so that I was elevated over his thick member and held it while slowly lowering myself on top of him. Omari's eyes popped open and I stared into him dark orbs as I swiveled my hips tightly as our bodies connected. His hands gripped my hips and I leaned over him to grasp the headboard and proceeded to ride him for all I was worth.

OMARI

      I lifted my hips and slammed into Isabella forcefully with every one of her downward thrusts. 'Fucking Hell OMARI!' Isabella screamed as she lost grip of the headboard and leaned back in a arch and gripped my ankles and elevated her hips in a circular motion, tightening her inner muscles, before relaxing them and slamming down.

      'Shit baby!' I growled as I reached forward and began caressing her clit.

      'Oh fuck...Oh...I'm gon-na!' she exclaimed as her inner muscles convulsed over my thrusting shaft pulling me to climax with her.

      "Damn," she whispered after several minutes of silence and heavy breathing.

      "I know. Remind me to send Paula a gift," I replied. She laughed and weakly slapped my shoulder.

      "We need to shower," I replied lightly trying to fight off the urge to head to sleep.

      "I know but I can't move," she replied lightly before kissing my shoulder.

      "I got you," I replied before gripped her securely and pulling us out of bed and carried her into the bathroom so we could shower before passing out in one of the guest rooms.

      Neither one of us had the energy to change the sheets.