When I eased my thumb inside her bootyhole, I felt her body tighten.
“Baby, oh my God,” she cried.
I felt her shake, every inch of her body vibratin’ from what I was doin’ to her. While I slow stroked her. I massaged her bootyhole real slow and gently until her body fully relaxed.
“Don’t be scared baby. Daddy got you. Give me all of you.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she moaned.
I kept my grip tight, holdin’ her still, and keepin’ her right where I wanted her while I put this dick on her. The ropes creaked, the bed shifted, and the sound of her breath filled the whole room. Sweat was rollin’ down both our bodies, my mask damp against my face, and I could taste the salt of her tears when I kissed her cheek.
“That’s it,” I said low, my voice right against her ear. “Let it out. All this right here belong to me.”
Her scream hit a pitch that made my chest tighten. Her whole body locked up, shakin like she couldn’t take no more, and I could feel her release all over my dick. She ain’t even have to tell me she came ‘cause I felt it in how wetter she got.
“That’s my good girl. That’s how you ride it out for me, baby.”
I slowed down, lettin’ her ride it out while I held her there, her body twitchin under my hands. When she finally went limp, I untied her wrists slow, kissin’ the marks on them, and rubbin’ her skin until she started breathin steady again.
“Come here,” I said, pullin’ her closer. I laid her on her back and lifted her legs up, foldin’ her easy beneath me. The ropes slid off to the side, forgotten, and all that was left was her body shinnin’ under that warm light. Her eyes was hazy, half open and her lips tremblin’. She looked at me like I was the only nigga left in her world.
I got on top of her, my hands on both sides of her face, and pressed her legs higher. The mask stayed on, but her eyes still found mine. She always saw through it. She always saw straight through me no matter how much I tried to hide behind the tough shit.
“You feel me?” I asked, my forehead restin’ on hers. “You know I love you, right?”
She nodded, tears rollin’ down her cheeks again, her breath soft and uneven. Her hands slid up my arms, grabbin’ me tight, and pullin’ me closer. Her lips brushed my neck, her chest pressed into mine, and for a second, I forgot everything but her.
I started movin’ slow, my body grindin’ into hers, my dick buried deep. Every breath she took synced with mine, and the sound of our bodies hittin’ filled the room like a rhythm we both knew by heart. She moaned my name again, softer this time, and I kissed her.
Her hands slid to my face, and her thumb brushed the edge of my mask. She pushed it up just enough to see my mouth, and when she kissed me, I swear it felt like the first time. All that anger, all that distance… it all burned away.
We stayed like that, movin’ slow. Every second stretched out like time ain’t even exist. The air was hot, the sheets tangled under us, and her moans kept spillin’ out between our kisses. Her nails dug into my arms, and every time I went deeper, she gasped my name.
When I finally came, I held her tight, my chest heavy against hers, both of us shakin’ from everything we just poured into each other. I buried my face in her neck, breathin’ her in, and kissin’ her skin slow until her body stopped tremblin’.
The room was quiet again, the ocean still whisperin’ through the open doors. I looked down at her, her hair wild, her skin glowin’ in the light and her lips slightly parted.
“You good, baby?” I asked low, my dick still throbbin’ inside her and my hand runnin’ over her thigh.
She nodded, her eyes half closed and her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m good now.”
I kissed her one more time, slid out of her, and pulled her close against me. She rested her head on my chest, her body still warm, still shiverin’ a lil’. My fingers traced the back of her neck while I watched the waves outside.
Our first night inPort of Cartier…
We broke that shit in right.
Port of Cartier
It was our last night in Port of Cartier and this damn island ain’t owe me shit, and Kay’Lo had made sure of that.
From the moment our jet touched down, he’d been in full vacation mode, makin’ up for all the stress and bullshit we left back home. The weather was perfect, the water clear enough to see straight through, and every day felt like we was livin’in some dream we ain’t have to wake up from.
We’d done everything, from jet skis, yachts and deep-sea scuba dives where we fed fish right out our hands. One day we rode four-wheelers through the jungle trails with mud flyin’ up on our legs, laughin’ and yellin’ while Kay’Lo raced the guide like he had somethin’ to prove. The next day we was eatin’ exotic food at a private beach dinner, with candles stuck in the sandand our names carved into a block of ice sittin’ in the middle of the table. The chef kept bringin’ out shit I couldn’t even pronounce, and Kay’Lo had that proud smirk the whole time like he’d planned it all himself.
He’d been the perfect mix of sweet and wild. We’d wake up late, smoke, make love, argue, then make love again like the argument ain’t even happen. We hit lounges at night, and sometimes end up in strip clubs where Kay’Lo threw so much money that the floor looked like it snowed cash. He’d laugh loud, order bottles for the whole section, and pull me close every time a dancer tried to flirt. He wanted me right there with him in the middle of all that fun, not on the sidelines. That’s what made the trip hit different. He was chill, lovin’ and happy, like that edge he carried back home had softened in this island heat.
That night, we decided to end it big. We got dressed in our suite, music playin’ low while the ocean waves hit the balcony. I slipped into a short leather dress that hugged me like it was made for my body. It was classy, but short enough to make my nigga look twice. He sat on the edge of the bed, watchin’ me put on my heels, his blunt hangin’ from his lips. When I asked how I looked, he just said, “Like you gon’ be the reason I gotta get on a nigga’s ass tonight,” with that half-smile that always got me.
