“I have an idea,” she blushed, biting her bottom lip.
Her hands ran across my abs until they slipped inside my pants. I leaned in and kissed her. Deep. Slow. Hungry. She matched every tongue thrust, greeting me with the same fire. I pulled the bottom of the teddy to the side and used one hand to grab one of her breasts and the other to help her guide my dick to her wet pussy.
“See how wet this motha fucka get for me?” I questioned, thrusting into her wetness as a low moan escaped her.
“Yes!”
“Why you wanna deprive her of that?”
“I don’t know. What are you going to do about it to make sure I don’t do that again?” Marissa teased, placing her hands on my shoulders.
Without uttering a response, I pulled my dick out of Marissa and roughly turned her over. Her breath caught, but she moved with me like her body already knew how to assume the position. Marissa looked back at me, her perfect tongue slid across her juicy bottom lip, arching her back like a pro. Her ass sat up, giving me the perfect view of her soaking pussy lips, with the wide stretch of open water glistening behind her through the floor to ceiling windows.
“Now this view is a perfect backdrop,” I asserted.
Marissa looked out of the window to see what I was referring to. I gripped her wide hips, dragged her back to the edge of the bed with me, and slammed into her at that perfect angle. Her gasp turned into an earth shattering moan as I drove into her. Each purposeful stroke was harder, deeper, and rougher than the last. Her sloppy pussy was leaking, and we were making our own water sounds. My fingers dug deeper into her flesh, holding her in place so she couldn’t run.
“You take all this dick like you needed it,” I growled.
Marissa threw her head back, her braids slapping against her back as her voice came out in ragged moans. “I did… I needed this so fucking bad, Yaseer.”
I slammed into her harder, and her body jerked, almost falling from my grasp.
“Nah! Take this shit, don’t run. Ain’t no more running.” I slapped her ass and pulled her back into me by her waist. When she was back in position, I grabbed hold of her neck and pulled her back into me until her back pressed into my chest. My tongue trailed down her neck, and her pussy got gushier as I thrust up into her.
“Fuck, Yaseer!”
“You like that shit?” I questioned. My free hand reached around her and I gently massaged her clit while still beating her pussy for making me wait for this. Her nails scraped my arms as her body arched against mine, and the sound of our skin slapping filled the room.
“I love it! Ohh… I love it!” She sputtered.
I trailed my tongue up her neck again, and her voice turned into a low whisper. “I’m about to cum! Fuck me just like that.”
Never one to disappoint, I went harder until her body jerked in my arms and her pussy choked my shit, pulling the nut out of me. Marissa collapsed into my chest, and I held her from behind, reveling in the feel of our rapid hearts pounding in sync. After a few seconds, I kept my arms around her as I laid back on the bed, spooning while we caught our breath.
I pulled my dick out of Marissa after a few minutes and got out of bed to turn on the water in the bathroom. My morning cardio used to include a workout in my home gym or a few laps around my swimming pool since it was summertime. However, I could get used to this substitution.
Getting in the shower with her in Miami let me know she liked her water on hell, so I was getting the water ready for her. I went into the closet to find the purple shower cap I bought for her. Peeling the purple teddy over Marissa’s shoulders, I helped her out of her lingerie and passed her the shower cap.
“You’re too good to me,” she mumbled, tucking her hair into the shower cap while she sat on the edge of the bed.
I nodded, gently gripping her wrists to help her off the bed. We went into the bathroom, and I guided her toward the steaming shower. When she stepped inside and saw the purple loofah sitting on the shelf next to the lavender and eucalyptus body wash by Milk and Honey, her head spun back around to face me. I flashed a cocky grin, grabbed the items, squirting twopumps of the body wash onto the loofah, and began washing her slowly and tenderly.
“How did you know I used that body wash? I might need to check my house for cameras,” she commented, spinning around once I was finished cleaning her backside.
“I told you I’m observant,” I reminded her. “Ion have to go the creep route to learn some shit like that out. I saw you packing all of your shit up at the hotel. If you packed the items on a trip, you must’ve liked them.”
She offered me a soft smile, and I pulled her closer, letting the warm water wash away the world around us. The silent connection that festered in that moment while her eyes bore into mine solidified the feelings I already felt brewing inside of me. I leaned down and pecked her lips.
We finished in the shower and stepped out together. I passed Marissa one of the lavender towels from the basket next to the shower. “I even get purple towels in the basket?” She chirped.
“This is just the tip of the iceberg,” I notified her as we exited the bathroom draped in towels.
“What else do you have up your sleeve?” Marissa questioned, following me into the closet.
“All of this,” I announced, stepping to the side.
Marissa’s mouth dropped to the floor at the sight of the closet perfectly stocked just for her. The top two shelves were lined with fluffy towels in her favorite color, and the perfumes and lotions she used on the trip were arranged on the next two shelves. An assortment of robes made from various fabrics was neatly hung next to the shelves since I wasn’t sure which Marissa would prefer. A row of delicate hangers held lingerie sets in various shades of purple, and the second row was full of relaxed outfits that she could wear around the house. As her eyes roamed the closet, I dug in my drawer for a pair of boxers and pulled them on.
