“What’s up, B? You look comfortable as hell,” I laughed as I leaned over the divider and turned her head toward me and kissed her.
“Mmmmm, more comfortable now,” she laughed as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and then turned away.
I sent Tre a message to let him know I was leaving and reminded him that if he needed anything, he should reach out to Quiana.
“Did you work today?” She asked as she paused the movie and gave me her undivided attention.
“Nah, we’re closed until Tuesday.” I was glad for the break. Aside from holidays, I rarely, if ever, close the office. My normal day-to-day consists of work and Tre. If we’re not going anywhere, I’m home.
“Well, I’m glad you could get a break. I shouldn’t be the one to talk, but stop being all work and no play,” she reached out and ran her hands through my beard.
“I hear you,” I assured her. “You never told me about the agreement that you and your husband came to. What’s up with that?” I needed to make sure that our NDA was still in effect and that the first set of terms I agreed to held firm. I didn’t care otherwise.
“Same terms from the session. Twice a year, there are still no names and no details shared. We agreed to do a weekend, so we have time for a real experience. He’s going to Costa Rica; we’ll be in Turks and Caicos. We even chose to fly from two separate airports just to keep our arrangements private.”
I nodded. As long as she had everything figured out, I was cool.
“Alright.” I let it go.
The plane departed, and before I knew it, Breeze was nodding off. I let her take a nap while I played a game on my phone. I had left my work phone at home. This weekend, I wasn’t opening or sending any emails or submitting any case notes.
“You’re showing your age with that game,” she mumbled after about fifteen minutes or so. I scoffed when I realized she was talking about the Sudoku game I was playing.
“And you’re showing yours, taking a nap mid-day. Either you’re narcoleptic or anemic, baby,” I chuckled.
She hit my arm lightly and then adjusted herself in the chair before resuming the movie. I leaned over the divider and slipped my hand underneath her blanket.
I rubbed her stomach. I wasn’t trying to progress the moment to where it went, but Breeze took it there.
She ran her nails along the length of my arm and then opened her legs and guided my hands to let me rub her pussy through the thin material of her pants. I applied pressure to her clit as best I could.
Her eyes closed, and her head fell back, as she bit her lip and choked back a moan.
Slipping my hands down her pants, she gasped when I found her clit again. She was wet in seconds and rolling her body against my hand. Then she shifted her body in the chair, allowing me to slide two fingers inside of her.
Her nails dug into my skin, and I knew she was about to release. This was the only time that I would allow her to besilent. Any other time, I wanted to hear how I was making her feel.
As soon as I felt her hands clamp around my wrist, I felt the pressure of her orgasm against my fingers, and she came on my hand.
“Quentinnnn,” she whimpered, chest heaving.
I took my hand out of her pants and then brought it to her mouth.
“Clean that for me, B,” I instructed her.
She sucked her juices off my fingers like she was sending me a promise of what was to come. A silent promise that I hoped like hell she was going to fulfill. My dick was so hard that I could feel the precum oozing from it through my boxers. I adjusted myself in my pants.
I kissed her lips briefly, then sat back in my seat. We hadn’t even made it to Turks, and she had already cum once. It was going to be a long ass weekend for her.
***
“This is even more beautiful than it is on the website,” Breeze admired the home we would be staying in.
Gently, I guided her deeper into the villa. She stood in the middle of the floor like I wasn’t carrying the three heavy-ass bags that she had packed for only three days. Like she would be wearing any of this shit. She might have had all these things on her agenda, but what I had planned for her didn’t need clothes.
She walked around the main floor while I went upstairs to find the master bedroom, put our things down, and do a walk-through of the house.
By the time that I came back, she was leaning over the kitchen island, scrolling on her phone. I stood behind her and kissed herneck as she moaned and held the arm that I had resting on her waist.
