“Baby, please,” she begged, scooting against me, causing her to drop her hand.
“What’d I say, Co? I want you watching your hand while I beat this pussy up.” I pulled her hand up, pressed it back against the headboard with the other. Her ring flashed in the dim light, and I smiled at the sight of it.
Her hips lifted, her rhythm stuttered, and her back arched.
“Grim,” she breathed, body betraying her as she moved against me.
“You know I love that shit.”
“I know…ouuu,” she cooed when I slid in completely. She clamped down hard, making me slow my stroke to hold it together. The wetter she got, the harder I did. Every time.
I reached for the pina colada oil on the nightstand and poured it over her ass. Massaged it in until she was rocking side to side, tempting me like a damn snake charmer.
“You so beautiful, baby. Sexy ass.”
Each thrust hit her spot, her gasps letting me know I was doing exactly what needed to be done. I leaned over, one hand teasing her clit, the other flicking her nipple until she cried out.
“That feels so good.”
“You wet as fuck, girl. Shit.”
Her walls clenched around me, and I pulled out long enough to bite down her back, her ass, tasting the sweet oil on her skin. It had my nose wide open, ready to drown in her.
“Come sit on my face, baby.”
She grinned, surprising me by spinning into a 69. Like two hungry fools, we devoured each other until she shattered again. I didn’t let up. I gripped her ass, spread her open, and went harder. Her mouth and hand worked my length until she was coming apart all over again.
I shifted, pulled her down onto me, and the growl that escaped her throat sent me over the edge. My grip on her hips tightened as I drove into her, moving her up and down my dick until she was winding her hips, tightening around me, taking me deeper.
Her face was a masterpiece—messy, beautiful, mine.
“No sir, open your eyes and look at me,” she panted, teasing her own nipples.
I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her close until our mouths almost touched. Her ring pressed cold against my chest, metal against skin. She was my wife for real.
“That’s it, baby. That’s forever. You hear me? Forever.”
With a few more strokes, we were both exploding.
The sun climbed higher outside our windows, the ocean kept its eternal rhythm, and life was moving on without us. None of that mattered. All that mattered was the woman in my arms and the life we were building together.
For the first time in forty years, I wasn’t thinking about the next move, the next deal, the next problem that needed solving. I was exactly where I wanted to be, with exactly who I wanted to be with.
And that was enough—more than enough.
That was everything.
Back home…
Turks and Caicos had done something to me that I wasn't sure I could undo, and I wasn't trying to.
We pulled up to the building, and I stepped out into Coupeville air feeling like a different woman than the one who had left. Tan linen set, Celine frames, boho braids down my back, my woven purse from the market on my arm. One of a kind. Just like the trip. Just like the man coming around the car to open the door for me.
“Home sweet home, baby.”
He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.
I noticed things differently now. The way the staff greeted him, the way people straightened when he walked through. I used to scan every room before I let myself relax. Now I just walked beside him as Mrs. Grimson.Untouchable.
