Right outside the entrance was a woman playing a harp and a sign that read:Cannon and Nahla, Welcome to Paradise.
It was dope.
Once the guy finished playing the song, a woman came out with a tray holding two champagne flutes. They both took one and allowed Gabriele to lead them inside.
The resort was insane, and once they got to their villa, it was even crazier. Cannon followed Nahla around as she toured every inch of the place.
There were two bedrooms, a living area, and a kitchen. They had a private vanishing-edge pool, a Jacuzzi, and a humongous slide attached that led to the ocean.
She ended their tour on the balcony. As she looked over the railing at their incredible view, Cannon hugged her from behind.
“You ready to start vacation, La?”
She turned and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m ready for everything you have for me.”
Cannon smirked. “I’ma hold you to that.”
And he planned to.
“Cannon, we’re gonna be late,” Nahla said through a moan.
Cannon kissed her neck as he slid into her again. “If you lock in, we won’t be.”
He had scheduled a cooking class for them, and it was about to start in thirty minutes. They had gotten dressed and ready togo, but when Nahla came out of the closet looking sexy in a two-piece orange outfit, he promptly led her back to their bedroom.
The class was at their resort, so he felt like they had a good chance of making it on time. He pinned her arms above her head and sped up his strokes. Nahla—who must have decided to give up on arguing about being late—closed her eyes and bit her lip. One of Cannon’s favorite things to do was to admire his woman as they made love. The faces she made always did something to him, and at this point, he was using her beauty to push him over the edge.
“That feels so good,” she said as he switched gears and ran his tongue along the side of her neck. He gripped her thighs and lifted them until she bent her knees, then he began pounding into her mercilessly.
“Come on, baby,” he said. “I’m waitin’ on you.”
His words must have been a trigger because, almost immediately, she began convulsing as she let out an elongated moan. Cannon was right there with her.
He kissed her neck and tried to lie down with her in his arms, but Nahla pushed away from him, shaking her head.
“No, Cannon. We’re going to whatever you have planned. So get up.”
She stood, but he stayed on the bed. “Man, I’m tired, La.”
“That’s your fault. I told you to leave me alone. Now let’s go.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, and Cannon closed his eyes. Not even five minutes later, she emerged, fully dressed, holding a warm towel. She climbed onto the bed, and Cannon opened one eye. As she wiped him clean, she gazed at him lovingly.
“If you tryna go to the class, you need to stop lookin’ at me like that, La. I can do this all day, and you know that.”
He could already feel his member rising at her touch.
Laughing, Nahla backed away. She grabbed his clothes and threw them at him.
“I’m going to the living room. We’re leaving in five minutes, Cannon. Get up.”
He chuckled and waited until she was gone to get up. He knew his woman liked to do shit, so their time had been stacked for the last three days, thanks to Capri.
Cannon told his sister the things Nahla liked to do, and she had created an itinerary that Nahla had been in love with so far. If he didn’t think this next activity would be her favorite yet, he really would have told her they had to skip it, because she had just worn him out.
He sighed as he began to get dressed.
“Nahla,I promise you—if you laugh, we goin’ back to the hotel.”
