Satisfying The Woman In Me

By Leigh McKnight

Beautiful, well educated Teyona Carter has everything a woman desires; a beautiful home, designer clothes, shoes, fabulous jewelry and loving husband who is an extremely successful doctor who pampers his wife, providing everything she needs----except an orgasm. Teyona’s sexual frustration is at its zenith until a young, sexy and vibrant plumber enters her home to repair a lead in her upstairs bathroom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leigh McKnight
• Release date: Sep 22, 2011

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Satisfying The Woman In Me

A Novel

Leigh McKnight

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2011 Leigh McKnight

Satisfying The Woman In Me Copyright@ 2011 Leigh McKnight.  All rights reserved.  No part of this ebook may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage or retrieval system without permission in writing from the copyright owner, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages to be included in a review.

All characters, names, descriptions or traits are products of the author's imagination.  Similarities to actual people--living or dead-- are purely coincidental.

ISBN: 0-9725965-4-2

CHAPTER 1

Is it good to you, baby? Steven Carter whispered into his wife’s ear that morning as he made love to her. Oooh, this feels so good, he declared, gently pushing himself into her.

Eyes closed, face turned away from her husband, Teyona, his wife of eighteen years, whispered back, Yes, yes, yes! But inside, it was just the opposite and it was difficult to hold back the screams, No, no, no, hell no, damn it! This shit has happened—again, she thought and here I am faking it—again. Why, after all these years, we’re still doing it only missionary style? What’s up with that? Why aren’t we mixing it up a little? Lawd, please give me strength.

With one final thrust, Steven emptied everything he had left into Teyona before rolling off of her. She sighed deeply as she rolled onto her side. Although her sigh was out of years of distress and sexual frustration, she could tell from the satisfied look on her husband’s handsome face and the sexy wink he gave her― that he thought he had satisfied her completely—wrong. He could not have been more wrong. Teyona studied her husband. The man had so much going for him. Everything about the six feet two man screamed attractiveness, sophistication, and success. She truly loved him, adored his sense of humor and respected his compassion for others. She was thrilled to have such a good looking husband; gorgeous wide set brown eyes surrounded by long thick lashes any woman would envy. His hair was black, wavy and cut close to his scalp. The angular plane of his jaw made him all the more attractive—not to mention the neatly trimmed mustache over his sexy ass lips that drove her crazy.

Teyona wished that, for once, Steven would think outside the box—do something different. Put her on her knees, mount her from behind and bang her until she could take no more. Or, since he preferred making love missionary style, why not put her legs up high around his shoulders and just go for it—give it to her long, hard and fast—confirming to her G-spot that he was in the building. Better yet, he could turn her upside down, suck her toes and shove his gorgeous cock into her for all he was worth. Steven did have one big gorgeous cock on him and it would be sexy as hell if he just knew what to do with it. After all, she was his woman—his wife, and whatever happened in the privacy of their bedroom, stayed in the privacy of their bedroom, right? As far as Teyona was concerned, anything was better than their face-to-face, penis to pussy, toe- to- toe excuse of a fuck that she and Steven engaged in every morning before he went to work because he was too exhausted to give it to her when he came home at night.

The twenty years that Teyona and Steven had been together, including the two years they’d dated, she had never had an orgasm, and not only was she tired of faking that shit, she was tired of lying about how fulfilled she was with their lovemaking. Teyona was one of those conservative women who wouldn’t allow herself to masturbate and as far as sex toys, well, that was just out of the question. But what was she going to do now? Her friends were always talking about how their men brought it in the bedroom, leaving them, not only thoroughly satisfied, but at the same time, leaving them wanting more—much more. While she was very much in love with her husband, there was much to be desired in their bedroom. So, there was still that question. And the question remained: What was she going to do about it?

Teyona was tall and beautiful, model like, her complexion was smooth and creamy and her features, keen and perfect. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Should she just leave well enough alone and spend the rest of her life being the woman who had everything except sexual fulfillment? Or, should she talk to her husband, let him know how she felt but run the risk of hurting him?

Teyona, tall and absolutely gorgeous with honey colored skin, had to admit, she almost had it all―the lifestyle most women would envy. Not only was she wealthy, educated, and had a rocking hot body, she was married to a handsome, well-established doctor who loved her with his entire heart. Steven was a wonderful man, a terrific father and Teyona felt blessed to have found such a faithful and loyal husband. He was perfect in every way—except in the way that she needed most, she conceded ruefully. He did not satisfy her sexually.

Teyona and Steven met during her sophomore year when they attended the University of South Carolina. They fell in love quickly, marrying two years later right after graduating college when she was twenty-two years of age. A year later, she gave birth to their one and only child; a son, Bradley, who had just begun his freshman year at Harvard. Steven and Teyona were very proud parents, and rightfully so. Bradley had been the only senior at Columbia High School to get accepted at an Ivy League institution, not to mention, he’d gotten a full academic scholarship.

Steven provided Teyona with everything she wanted, including a fabulous two story, five bedroom, Meridian home, on a corner lot with magnolias and shrubbery on the grounds. The furnishings were a combination of antique and modern and the floors were marble and hardwood. She wore expensive designer clothing some of which she had flown in from overseas while some she purchased on her many trips to New York. Her jewelry was an assortment of expensive gold, silver and flawless diamond pieces that rivaled jewelry worn by the likes of wealthy, established movie stars and well-kept wives and lovers of corporate moguls. They had a membership in an exclusive country club, often enjoyed fun, exotic Caribbean vacations in places such as the Bahamas, Antigua and St. Lucia with great friends, and they had a housekeeper who came in once a week.

Teyona was an only child of educators and grew up in Charleston, South Carolina. Her life had been average. Steven, on the other hand, had led a very difficult life. At a young age, he and his family had been involved in an automobile accident. Both of his parents had been instantly killed, while he and his sister, Jada, survived the crash. Growing up, he had always been protective of Jada. In fact, he had supported himself and Jada until she ran away with her high school sweetheart and ceased all communication with him five years ago.

Steven was a hard working man who had put himself through college on scholarships and work study programs. After graduating from medical school and completing several years as an intern, he started his now thriving medical practice - The Carter Family Medical Center.

Five years after Bradley was born, Teyona had gone back to school and later became a family therapist. She had enjoyed her practice until, just three years ago, when one of her young patients had taken his life. Jeffery Coleman’s death had devastated her, literally sapping her confidence. She had tried everything to reach Jeffery but all her efforts had not been enough. Still reeling from the shock and devastation Jeffery’s death had caused, Teyona had chosen to close her practice indefinitely.

Since that time, she had taught as a substitute teacher at one of the local colleges a few times a month. She was also taking a couple of classes at the university. She spent most of her time enjoying the luxuries gained by simply being the wife of Dr. Steven Carter—living her life much like those the Housewives displayed on the Bravo Channel. She was a lady of leisure and, though not desperate, there were times when she felt that she was.

Steven crawled out of bed and winked at his wife again before going off to the bathroom. Moments later, Teyona heard him turning off his electric shaver and starting the shower. Forcing her eyes open, she pushed her long, straight hair away from her face, got up from the bed, and reached for her robe that was draped across the back of a chair next to her bed. Slipping into it, she headed downstairs.

Once in the kitchen, Teyona walked over to the radio on the counter near the sink and turned it on, immediately filling the room with soft, classical music. Then, she went to the refrigerator and removed items to make breakfast. Deciding on scrambled eggs, sausage, cinnamon toast and orange juice, she moved around the huge state of the art kitchen while pondering her dilemma. There was no doubt that Steven was a wonderful man who spared no expense when it came to her happiness, but she would be lying if she didn’t admit that she longed to have some serious sexual gratification—the kind that made you want to pull your hair—or his― out by the root.

After adding a little seasoning to the eggs, and ensuring that the flame was low, Teyona turned away from the stove and went over to the kitchen’s large bay window. She pulled back the sheer curtain and stared out over their huge, well-kept backyard.

She sighed deeply. Here she was a trained family therapist who held a master’s degree in psychology and, up until three years ago, made her living counseling men, women and children from all walks of life. Using the various techniques that she had learned, she had advised her patients to open up, share and communicate, if they wanted to solve their problems. Yet, here she was, unable to tell her husband, the man she loved, that he didn’t satisfy her sexually.

Teyona laughed bitterly. All her education, all her studying, all the theories, hell, even her unhappiness couldn’t bring her to tell Steven the truth. She loved Steven and didn’t want to hurt him, but what was she to do? She felt like many of her former clients. Most of them knew what they wanted to do but couldn’t bring themselves to do it without outside help.

The toast popping up from the toaster brought Teyona out of her reverie. Turning off the stove, she unwillingly decided that since everything else in her life was so close to perfect, she would just have to accept being sexually unfulfilled. All in all, she still had to wonder why she couldn’t have fallen in love and married a man who not only wasn’t a workaholic, but who would give her an orgasm, every once in a while, that made her toes curl and leave her spent.

At forty-eight, Steven was in great physical shape. He went to the gym often and kept fit. He’d put on some weight since he and Teyona married, but the pounds had landed in the right places. He had the physique and stamina of a man half his age. The man had it going on in every other way imaginable, yet he did not bring it to their bedroom the way Teyona wanted it—plain and simple—the way she needed it.

Teyona was certain that the problem was not with her—she could have an orgasm. She fondly recalled her high school graduation night. At seventeen, she had had her first sexual experience with Brian Banner or Bangin’ Banner, as he had been called in school. He was called Bangin’ not only for his great clothes, good looks and hard body, but for his legendary love making. He gave it to the ladies long and hard and left them always wanting more—much more!

On that night, Teyona had found out that the rumors and gossip about Bangin’ had been true. Bangin’ Banner’s love making skills were so fierce that she nearly passed out in the back seat of his ‘67 Chevy from climaxing so many times. It was incredible, intense, powerful and overwhelming—it was all that. She made sounds so weird, so strange, that if she hadn’t been there, she wouldn’t have believed that she had made them.

Bangin’ was hot! He was the only other man that Teyona had had sex with. What she experienced sexually with him was truly something that would confirm his legendary lover status for generations to come. A big smile lit up her face and she hummed to herself as she continued preparing breakfast.

Steven bounced down the stairs half an hour later. Teyona looked up as he entered their luxurious kitchen wearing light gray slacks, a pink shirt and a pink and gray striped tie that looked fabulous against his smooth, flawless pecan tanned skin. He was wearing black wing tipped shoes and he carried his suit jacket in his hand.

Thanks for the beautiful roses, honey, Teyona said, nodding towards the dazzling bouquet of white long stemmed roses placed in the center of the kitchen table.

Oh, I see they’ve arrived, he replied of the roses he had called the florist to order the day before and asked that they be delivered first thing the next morning.

Yes. Thanks, baby. They are gorgeous.

Steven approached the table, all 205 pounds of him. Teyona admired his broad shoulders outlined against the fabric of his shirt and his long legs encased under the boxers she knew he wore beneath his slacks. He is wearing the hell out of those slacks, too, with his fine ass, she thought, as she walked over to plant a kiss on his lips.

Brad sent me an e-mail this morning, Teyona said, slipping out of Steven’s embrace as she mentioned the e-mail from their son that she had read while getting the breakfast ready.

He did? Steven slapped at his wife’s behind as she walked away to get the coffee pot.

Yeah. She grinned. It appears he likes all of his classes and the professors aren’t half bad either, he says, she added as Steven joined her in laughter.

I knew he’d be all right. Steven continued to laugh as he hung his jacket across the back of the chair before he pulled it out from the table and sat where Teyona had two plates of eggs, sausage and cinnamon toast waiting. Has your mother called with more concerns about us allowing Bradley to go, as she puts it, all the way to Cambridge, Massachusetts to college?

If my mother had it her way, Bradley would be with us until he dies, or you and I die, one or the other. Teyona laughed some more.

She just doesn’t want him to grow up. That’s the same way it was with you when you and I were dating. She didn’t seem to mind us dating but when I asked you to marry me, she turned against me.

No, she didn’t. My mom loves you. She playfully swatted him with a dish towel. She just likes being in control, that’s all. Did I tell you she’s coming to see us this weekend?

No, Steven said, looking up at his wife.

Well, she is. Teyona chuckled again.

Steven didn’t respond. He gave her a long, considering look, then shrugged his shoulders and began digging into his breakfast. After putting jelly and the sugar and cream servers on the table, Teyona poured coffee into her husband’s cup. He began to stir sugar and cream into it.

So, honey, what are your plans for today? he asked, as he forked eggs into his mouth.

I have a pretty light day today. No classes or substituting. I’ve scheduled a facial at one o’clock, but that’s it for me. Why? She looked at him, filling her own cup with coffee before sitting across from him at the table.

After spreading jelly on a piece of toast and putting it into his mouth, he said, There’s a leak in the upstairs shower that needs to be fixed. He picked up a white cloth napkin from the table and wiped his mouth.

Really? I didn’t notice it last night. Teyona bit off a piece of toast.

Well, it’s there now. Steven sipped from his coffee cup. I just noticed it this morning myself.

Okay, well, I’ll call Harry and make arrangements for it to be fixed.

Thanks, baby. Steven smiled lovingly.

Honey, you don’t have to thank me. Teyona teased him.

Finishing breakfast, Steven looked at his watch and got up from the table. He drank the last sip of his coffee before putting the cup back onto the saucer. Teyona got up from the table, picked up Steven’s jacket and helped him into it. Walking with him through the foyer, she picked up his briefcase from the table near the front door. Still wearing her nightgown and robe, she walked with Steven out of the house and to his car where he turned to her and gently kissed her on her lips.

Are you working late tonight? she inquired.

He smiled down at her.

I’m not looking for miracles, honey, but every once in a while I want to spend an evening having dinner with my handsome, sexy husband at a reasonable hour. That’s all. Teyona folded an arm across her chest and stared up into her husband’s eyes. Is that too much to ask?

No, baby, of course that’s not too much to ask. He stared into her huge sable eyes that still caused his heart to do cartwheels, and he continued, And no, I’m not working late tonight. I’m coming home at a decent hour. I promise. Then, glancing once more at his watch, he said, I’ll call you a little later on, okay? He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips, a gesture that she always found unbelievably thrilling and which moved her enormously.

Okay, sweetie. She smiled up happily at him. I love you.

And, I love you right back. He climbed into the midnight black 2011 Mercedes Benz he had recently purchased. Taking his briefcase from his wife’s outstretched hand, he smiled contentedly. Thanks. He tossed the briefcase beside him on the passenger seat. See you later.

Bye. Teyona waved to Steven as he drove away, then slowly walked back toward the house. Glancing up, she noticed that the leaves had already begun to turn to various shades of yellow, brown, rust and burgundy, while others had already fallen to the ground.

Entering the kitchen, Teyona walked over to the refrigerator and removed Larry Robinson’s business card from the door. Larry had been their plumber for nearly ten years. She needed him to come out and make the necessary repairs to the leak in the upstairs bathroom.

Teyona picked up the touch tone cordless phone, placed the call and the receptionist answered. Teyona informed her of the necessary repair. I’ll be leaving the house around twelve-thirty and I should return no later than three o’clock this afternoon, she explained. Mr. Robinson can let himself in, make the necessary repairs and send us the bill. He knows where to find the key.

She hung up the phone and returned the card to the refrigerator door.

Clearing the dishes from the table, Teyona put them in the dishwasher and set the timer. Deciding to complete her morning workout before she got too lazy, she went back up to her bedroom and dressed in a pair of white shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. She draped a fluffy white towel over her shoulders and headed down to the basement to the exercise room where she turned on the flat screen TV that was mounted on the wall. Sitting on the burgundy leather couch facing the TV, she stuck her feet into her gym shoes, laced them up and mentally prepared herself for spending at least an hour on the treadmill.

Some seventy minutes later, Teyona was exhausted. She got off of the treadmill using the towel draped around her neck to wipe the perspiration from her face, neck and down her arms. Replacing her gym shoes with her slippers, she turned off the TV and headed back upstairs. She went into the kitchen, pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and removed the cap. She took several swallows from it on her way up to her bedroom as she looked forward to a long hot bath.

Thinking of how she would spend the rest of the day, she took a couple more sips of water, set the bottle on the vanity; after removing her clothes, Teyona eased herself into the old fashioned tub. After working out, there was nothing better than a long soak in Carol’s Daughter’s Almond Cookie Bath Oil, her favorite scent. Within minutes, the hot water began to work its restorative magic; her muscles began to loosen, and with her mind a calm blank, she completely relaxed.

Almost an hour later, she climbed out of the tub and left the bathroom wrapped in a large white towel. Suddenly, Teyona stopped in her tracks, surprised to see a stranger sitting in the easy chair in her bedroom, yet appearing to be at home with his surroundings. She couldn’t breathe, her heart almost leaping from her chest by the force of the gaze from the handsome young man who was humming a familiar tune. He stopped immediately upon seeing her.

Teyona held her towel closely to her body. Who are you and what are you doing in my house? she demanded, eyeing the stranger suspiciously. Her eyes swept his beautifully proportioned body from head to toe, but returned and lingered a little too long on his thick thighs. Collecting herself, Teyona wrapped her arms around her body to hold the towel in place. Staring at the young man, she said, I’m going to give you exactly one minute to tell me who you are and what you are doing here before I call the police.

In a low, seductive rumble, the young stranger replied, I’m Bobby Johnson and I’m here to fix your leak.

CHAPTER 2

While Teyona was in the shower, Bobby Johnson had already checked out her enormous bedroom. It was the last, and the largest of the five bedrooms that he had explored; each with an accompanying bath. One bedroom, he noticed, had been converted into an office. However, it seemed that Teyona preferred to do most of her business on her laptop. As he had passed the downstairs den, he’d spotted it sitting amidst an array of papers and folders.

The massive master bedroom was beautiful, feminine, and suited Dr. Teyona Carter perfectly. The only thing there that reminded Bobby that a man shared that room was