She rubbed the back of my head. “I’m not running anymore, Fontaine.”
“I know. I believe you.”
Nairobi studied me for a moment, before kissing me. “Alright. We’ll take your vacation when this is all over.”
A smile tugged at my mouth. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
She kissed me again, deeper now, her hands sliding downmy shoulders as mine traced the hem of her sweatpants. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.
“I wanna be on a yacht,” she murmured in between kisses. My dick strained against my pants at the image of her tanning on a boat somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean. Oiled up. Just for me.
“How you know I got yacht money?” I asked, slipping my hand past her waistband until my fingers found her.
She moaned when I moved her panties aside. “Fontaine, you’ve been a multi-millionaire since you were thirty. Don’t be cheap.”
I chuckled against her mouth as I circled her clit with my thumb. “Talk to me,” I murmured. “You want that yacht… what else?”
Her head fell back just enough to give me access to her throat. “Stop acting like you don’t know.”
I kissed and nipped at her neck. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“Mm,” she moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her. “I want this—on the deck of that yacht.”
Her mouth found mine again as she tugged my basketball shorts down.
“Be—” I hissed when she wrapped her hand around me and started stroking. “—specific.”
I pulled my fingers from her and brought them to her mouth.
Nairobi parted her lips and took them. I felt the precum leak from my dick as she twirled her tongue around my fingers.
I caught her as she hopped down from the counter, turning her around, and pressed her right up against the edge.
“I’m waiting,” I said, pulling down her bottoms.
She pressed back against me as I dragged the head of my dick through her wetness. “Bear….”
I slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp.
She looked over her shoulder through heavy lidded eyes.
“I want you to fuck me on a yacht.”
A low growl rumbled through me as I entered her in one stroke. Nairobi moaned as her hands braced on the counter. I held her hips firmly as her ass bounced on me, meeting every stroke, her pussy gripping me like she was trying to pull me deeper.
“I’ma fuck you in every room on that boat,” I gritted.
She whimpered as I slapped her ass again.
I meant it. Not even the yacht part—that shit was light work—but giving her whatever she asked her. I’d figure out a way to get her the moon if that’s what she wanted. Nairobi didn’t ask for much, ever, and it only made me want to spoil her stupid. Money didn’t impress her because she had her own. But all I’d wanted to do over these years is show her that I could be more than a warm body and good dick. That I was just as good as a friend, partner, as I was her lover.
I pulled out again until just the tip teased her, that familiar tightness in my balls warning me I was close.
“Tell me where,” I demanded. “Tell me where you want me.”
“Inside,” she panted. “Please, baby.”
