Our words die as our bodies take over. He sinks back farther into the couch, allowing me to feel him deeper. His lips and teeth toying with my sensitive nipples have me crying out as my walls clench him in warning.
“What?” he goads me. “You didn’t think I’d spend time with my girls?”
It’s rhetorical because he sucks on my breasts, chest, and neck in ways guaranteed to leave marks. My nails dig into his skin, leaving my own stamp. We both need to look equally off-limits.
“Fuck it’s hot that you’re marking your territory. Keep going.”
His encouragement is followed by a stinging smack to my ass. My walls clutch again with anticipation of release. I lean back and balance myself on his knees and ride him in a way that allows him to watch his wet dick fuck me. Axel watching our bodies connect heightens the experience until every thrust feels like ecstasy. With a growl, Axel returns his mouth to my nipples and adds his thumb to my clit. He has me so worked up, it only takes a few rubs until I’m thrown over to the edge and cuming on his dick.
“Fuck that feels good, baby. Keep milking it.”
I’m falling back, but Axel is in control until my back is on the cold leather of our ottoman. He never slips out through the transition and now that he’s on his knees for leverage, I prepare myself for the powerful blows he’s delivering. I drape my knees on his shoulders, and his eyes shine with pride. He loves that I know what to do without asking.
“Don’t think I forgot about your fantasy to be watched. I’ll fulfill it when you least expect it.”
I gush at his words. I don’t know why, but I want someone to witness just how good he makes me feel. Axel changes his angle, giving me what he knows will have my legs shaking through the orgasm.
We both break at the same time, he fills me as my pussy encourages him to spill. Our bodies are covered in a light sheen of sweat, but if I know Axel as well as I think…
“This isn’t over. Get your fine ass upstairs and in our bed.”
Axel
“You look so cute holding a newspaper,” Heaven teases from the infinity pool.
We’re vacationing in Tahiti now that the magazine change over is complete. Apparently, Kerri is very good at being the boss and Heaven brought her on to train with her. Curtis is a tinge humbler and ultimately decided he wanted his legacy to survive. He’d eventually apologized to Heaven for treating her unfairly, and they enjoyed a civil working relationship as he taught Heaven and Keri the business. Once he fully retired, Keri took over, so I could fulfill Heaven’s travel dreams. In turn, she sends travel articles to Keri to publish digitally. She now participates in water sports, although she told me to miss her with the surfing shit—her words. I get it. She’s new to swimming and surfing has bested strong swimmers.
“I must say retirement is nice. I have no idea what my dad was complaining about all these years.”
My phone rings, and I chuckle when I see the display.
“How may I help you, Bodhi?”
“That wild Texan friend of yours is driving me crazy! She argues with everything I say.”
“Um, not my problem,” I tease him as I blow kisses to Heaven.
“You sent her.”
I shake my head and put down the newspaper. I hold up a finger to Heaven then disappear into our bungalow, so she cannot hear me.
“Hell no. You cannot act like you have amnesia and blame me for being a good friend. You’ve talked about that night non-stop then act like you don’t know why she’s there. Man up.”
“She’s so frustrating!”
“And you like it or else I wouldn’t have had to talk her into relocating to Hawaii. You have a few months left. Figure it out. I’m not going to renew her stay if she’s not happy.”
“And my happiness?”
“Your happiness is waiting for you to grow a pair.”
“Maybe I was mistaken, and it was just a one night stand.”
I snort and shake my head. “Bro, the only way to find out, is get off my phone and confront the woman. You know what you want, go pursue it.”
I hang up before he can reply then slip back outside just as Heaven emerges from the water in her tiny white bikini. I feel the stirrings of arousal. She checks her phone and rolls her eyes.
“Kerri just texted me an article suggesting Dre and Ashley’s marriage is on the rocks.”
