Wine & Chocolate

Amelia’s POV

It was a bright Sunday morning in July, and I made plans to surprise Mike in his apartment which was three streets away from mine. Every summer since we started dating five years ago, was spent travelling, exploring new cities and food, having mindblowing sex and meeting new people to expand mike’s crazy business ideas. This year, one of his ideas kicked off into an actual plan so we could not travel anywhere for summer as he was working. I decided to surprise him by coming to his house Sunday morning to transform it into the city we planned to visit, and store some of their local cuisines which I got from some restaurants downtown in his refrigerator. And they were hard to order from because it was summer and some people apparently love trying new food in summer.

His building looked the same, tall, classy and intimidating in the choicest part of the city with Tom, the doorman who has been there for over 10 years and was friendly to everyone going in or coming out of the building. “Hi Amelia,how are you doing?” Tom asked as I walked in. “hey tom, pretty well. Would love to chat but i have a few things to do before mike gets back, if you don;t mind”, i replied and ran into the elevator before he could say anything else. Tom always had something to say, and I'm not always in the mood to listen to him talk. Today is one of those days. Mike is out of town for business, and would be back in eight hours if his flight is not delayed. I do not want his flight to be delayed, but these airlines can’t be trusted. I realize the elevator is already on the tenth floor, and prepare to come out any second now on the 11th floor, which was Mike's floor.

Getting out of the elevator, I am greeted with warm summer air and I love it because it is the warmest holiday, and even if we’re not traveling the other line of activities would definitely happen. I get to the door and input the passcode to go in,for the first time the apartment is so quiet, no rap songs blasting through the sitting room and for a second I thought this was the wrong apartment. Since Mike was not home, there was no one to make so much noise and I wondered if the neighbors noticed that he wasn’t home. Snapping out of those thoughts, I remember why I came here in the first place. I unload the tote bag filled with Italian food and carefully place them in the fridge. The sitting room had a decor that couldn’t be messed with, so I opted to decorate his bedroom instead because that is where all the action is happening anyway.

After two hours of turning the bedroom into mini italy, i looked around and was proud i pulled it off. Not by myself obviously, i made a board from p*******t and i loved it. I went ahead to take a long hot shower, when I came out of the bathroom it was dark. Mike would be here any moment and I have to prepare his dinner and his other dinner. I wore a blue lingerie set. Mike loved blue and even though I hated it, I wanted to please him tonight. Immediately the door opened, I turned on the music and danced out to meet him. He stopped and looked at me, surprised I am here from the look on his face which later turned into a smirk that said bring it on. Still dancing, I took off his belt, reached up and kissed him. He kissed me back with so much eagerness, like he has been waiting so long to do it. I break the kiss and take off his shirt and pants so it was just his briefs on. I took him to the bedroom and he gasped, “oh, Ame. you've been working hard i see”. Not sure if his statement meant he liked it, but I was too horny to care. “Get on your knees’, he instructed and I did. I took off his briefs and he was hard as rock, I took his length into my mouth and sucked. His groans made me thrust his length in and out as fast as I could. Seeing that he was about to climax, I stopped. “That was just a starter mike, now for the main course”, i went to the bed and laid down signaling him to come eat me out. “Oh Ame. you know i love blue”, he said, kissing my thighs as he slid off my blue panties. “Fuck Ame, you are so wet and you taste fucking good”, he moaned into my wet opening. That made me lose it and as he kept sucking, licking and moaning my name, waves of pleasure erupted from me and I screamed my satisfaction. “Ride me italy style Ame, take me to italy”, he requested and i did. The feeling of him inside me made me moan his name. “I love you, Mike”, I said to him as I rode him. There was no response, but I didn't stop. I noticed the change of mood on his face, still didn’t stop. “Let’s break-up Ame, I can't anymore”, he finally said. I froze for a minute but after I got myself, I got off him and stared at the decoration to arrange my train of thoughts.

“You had to break up inside me?”I asked, not sure if it was really happening.

“Look Ame. i was going to tell you tomorrow but you were here”, he replied.

“First, stop calling me Ame it’s Amelia to you now. Second, what did i do wrong? Third, is there another girl?” I spoke in a rush to avoid the tears that were forming in my eyes from falling.

“You do not have a plan for your life Ame, sorry Amelia. I want a woman that knows what she wants and is not waiting for her daddy to send her a check every month”.

“Have a nice life mike, and fuck you for wasting five years of my life!” I shouted storming out of the bedroom to the fridge. I picked the tote bag and reloaded my Italian food into it. The fool won’t be getting any food from me.

As I got to the door to leave, the bell rang and echoed throughout the sitting room. I open the door and there is a slim, tall blonde wearing a dress that I was sure cost at least 50 bucks.

“Is Mikey in?” she asked.

Just as I was about to give her a sarcastic reply, Mike walks in and greets her with kisses on each side of her cheek. “Hey babe, this is Amelia. Amelia, this is Kat”, Mike made an introduction and there was a knowing look in Kat’s eyes, plus it was my cue to leave.

As I got out of the elevator, Tom saw me and looked at me with guilt in his eyes. Even the doorman knew? How ignorant and trusting can I be? I needed my bed, and I needed it fast. I hail a cab outside the building, thankful for not driving.