I can’t help but wonder what will change when we leave Belize.
In a week.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Preston
June 4
“We’re going on a date tonight.” Stepping up behind her, I pin Ivory against the sink, trailing my hands up her sides to the swell of her breasts. But I don’t cup her breasts. Not yet. I run one hand back to her hip and around to her lower abdomen. Pressing my palm flat against her stomach, I rock into her. My hard cock grinding against her firm ass.
“A date?” Ivory leans her head back into my chest, one cheek pressed above my heart as she kisses the underside of my jaw. She’s breathless as she arches her back and pushes more fully onto my cock. My other hand, still beneath her breast, circles around. I graze her hard nipple with my palm before tunneling up between her swells. Nipping her ear as I go.
“Mmhmm.” Grasping her neck in a chokehold, I apply slight pressure as my fingers grip her jaw and turn her head back.
“When did you have time to plan a date?” We’ve spent the last few days in Corozal exploring the town, spending time on the beach, touring sites like Santa Rita and Cerros, and more importantly, celebrating this new step in our relationship. I still haven’t told Ivory I love her but that changes tonight.
“I have my ways.” My mouth meets hers in a desperate open mouthed kiss. I don’t let up the grip on her neck. I can feel the purr in the back of Ivory’s throat as our kiss deepens and I squeeze lightly.
“My girl likes it a little rough, hmm?” Pulling back, her eyes are a dark emerald, coated in lust. “If I touch you now, will you be wet for me?” I ask pushing my hand on her stomach beneath the band of her leggings.
Ivory lets out a moan when my fingers breach the cleft of her lips. “I’m always wet for you,” she gasps as I circle her clit.
“I feel like I should reward you,” I say, biting her jaw lightly.
“For what?” She’s huffing, close to the edge already.
“For being a good girl.” I stroke her faster. “For taking control. For being spontaneous and adventurous.” Dipping one finger inside her wet heat, I thrust in and out. Her pussy clamps around my digit. “For being you.”
“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Come, baby. Give it to me. Let me see you.” It’s a request for more than the orgasm that rips through her with such force, the weight of my body pinning her to the spot and the hold on her neck is all that keeps her upright. Ivory’s lips search for mine as she comes down from her orgasm.
“You see me,” she says, drawing back. “You see me more than anyone has ever seen me before. More than anyone will ever see me.” A promise she seals with another kiss.
Withdrawing my finger, I lick it clean. “Go get cleaned up, Hollywood. We’ve got a big night ahead.”
“What’s the dress code?”
“You get to dress up.” Her green eyes light up at that. There hasn’t been a good reason or opportunity to dress up. I know she packed dressy clothes. It’s a habit for her. In fact, she had to buy more casual clothes from the resort shop and some local stores because she didn’t have enough ‘normal people clothes’ as she called them.
“What else?”
“One hint isn’t enough?”
“Nope.” Ivory pops the p and shakes her head.
“Well,” I begin trailing my fingers over her arm, “you get a nice meal not prepared by us,”
“Mmmm.” She lets out a small approving sound. Moving my hand to trace her fingers, I continue. “We’ll eat, talk, laugh, drink a little too much.” Reaching down, I squeeze her butt. “And maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll put out when we get back.”
Ivory rocks into my leg but lets out a small giggle.
“Are you an easy lay, Preston?”
“Where you are concerned, absofuckinglutely.” Dipping down I claim her mouth in a deep kiss.
I’m standing at the glass doors a few hours later, looking outside when I hear the bedroom door open. Ivory has been locked in there since she ran inside earlier. She eventually let me in the bathroom to shower but then kicked me out again saying she wanted it to feel like a real date. One where I don’t get to watch her get ready and she gets to reveal the final product when I pick her up. I went for gray slacks and a white buttoned down shirt. The one dressy outfit I packed for the trip.
