“Oh, word?”
“Word.”
He said, sliding her on top of the railing on the back deck. He slowly lifted her right leg, allowing the left to dangle. Slowly, he stepped in between her legs. He ran his hand up her thigh, her dewy skin giving him slight resistance. He grabbed the Pink velvet body glaze she loved and started at her foot. He made sure her body was covered and properly moisturized with hazy eyes.
“You’re torturing me,” she breathed, too far gone to pretend that she didn’t need some part of him in every way.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, kissing her thigh and then the mound of her pussy. His thick tongue slithered between her lips, causing her to shift slightly.
“I gotta restrain you, Ken.”
She shook her head as she continued to pant. Like the eater he was, Rolani went in like a dog with a lockjaw on her pussy. The sounds of his smacking drove her crazy. He never missed a chance to have his head between her legs. He sucked on her clit while sliding two fingers in slowly. She scooted closer. The sensation of his fingers sliding in and out of her wet folds caused her eyes to shut tightly.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he said, angling his fingers until she gasped.
“Ouu baby, that feels so good,” she cried out as he hit her spot and toyed with her clit. “So damn good.”
He lifted one of her legs to rest on his forearm and went back in. Her body responded instantly, tightening, clenching, holding him like she never wanted to let go.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded when she tried to close them. “Look at me.”
When she did, he saw pleasure on her face and underneath it the truth she’d been outrunning since the plane. He hadsuccessfully knocked down some of her walls. He was sure she had plenty more, and so did he, but he was here to stay, so he’d knock those hoes down, too.
Rolani’s lips latched onto her bud again. He licked, sucked, and nibbled until she shattered around him. Her body convulsed as her orgasm tore through her. He held her there, watching every expression cross her face.
When she came down, soft and pliant in his arms, he helped her shower before they got dressed for dinner. She wore a white linen skirt and a ruffled babydoll shirt that exposed her round belly. The gold sandals she wore added a little sparkle. She was high on love, sex, and whatever was in that tea. She felt and looked great.
“You look good, baby,” she said, coming out to find him in a tan linen set and tan and white Jordan Ones. His large frame swallowed hers when he brought her in to nuzzle her neck and inhale her scent.
“That’s the one.”
“It’s the Attrape-Rêves from Louis Vuitton. Shout out to my man.”
“That shit got me ready to eat you off the damn bone. Come on, let me get some energy in you.”
The restaurant was in the main building, intimate and warm. They were seated at a corner table with a view of the property, and she could see other Black couples scattered throughout—laughing, holding hands, existing in a space that felt like it was made for them.
“This is beautiful,” she said, looking around.
“Wait till you taste the food.”
He wasn’t lying. The menu was elevated soul food—short ribs that fell off the bone, mac and cheese that made her close her eyes in appreciation, collard greens that reminded her of her mother’s kitchen.
“Oh my God,” she said after the first bite. “This is incredible.”
“Better than Luther’s?”
She opened one eye. “I’m not answering that.”
He laughed, and she realized how much she loved that sound. How comfortable he looked here, how at ease. Like this weekend was as much for him as it was for her.
The chef came out midway through their meal, stopping by tables to chat with guests. When he got to them, Kennedi’s brain immediately went to work—thinking about questions she could ask, stories she could pitch, angles she could explore. But she stopped herself. Her very real boyfriend had planned a perfect trip for her. He’d given her the thing she would forever need, wind beneath her wing, and she cared enough about him caring about her to not taint their weekend with work.
After dinner, he took her hand and led her away from the main building, down a path lit with soft lights. They walked in silence until they reached a clearing at the top of a hill.
He’d already been here. She could tell. There was a blanket spread out, pillows arranged, a small cooler off to the side.
“When did you do this?” she asked.
