“This is so beautiful,” I mused as we rode on the yacht. He had taken me on an evening jazz cruise. There were other couples, but we were holed up in our private little section, looking out on the water, the city lights beyond us, and the stars overhead.
Red Groove, Eboni Hargrove, and Michael Saxton, all popular jazz artists, were playing tonight. I was floored to be in the presence of such amazing artists.
“All this beauty pales in comparison to you. You look stunning tonight, love.”
I had changed once again after dinner into a champagne sequin-covered cocktail dress. It had cutouts on the sides of my breast and stopped just above my knees. The back was out, and the dress was cut dangerously low in the back and barely covered my ass. The halter neck in the front caused me to pull my hair up in a bun. He had gifted me diamond drop earrings and a matching tennis bracelet to wear with my dress, and a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos encrusted with Swarovski crystals.
“Thank you, baby. This night is . . . incomparable to anything I’ve experienced in my life.”
He rested his hand on the side of my face. “Baby, you’re incomparable. I wanted our engagement to be unforgettable.”
“Sir, you’ve outdone yourself,” I whispered, staring into his eyes.
Reighvyn lowered his head and covered my lips with his. Our kiss sent an electric chill down my spine and caused my pussy to clench. It was demanding but sensual and passionate.
When we pulled back, I licked my lips and moaned. “If you keep kissing me like that, you’re gonna have me tossing my panties overboard and humping you right here on deck.”
“Is that all it takes?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm possessively around my waist. He moved me in front of him against the rail. Our backs were to the others at the other end of the yacht, and we faced the water.
“You feeling horny, Dove?” he whispered against the shell of my ear before he licked it. His hand that had possessively held me against him dropped and caressed my thigh.
“Mmm,” I whimpered.
“I can help relieve your problem. All you gotta do is ask.” His fingers inched my dress up.
“Relieve me, Reigh,” I pleaded.
“Dove, you’ve been a bad girl.” His husky voice was thick with need as he discovered that despite my statement about tossing my panties overboard, I wasn’t wearing any.
“I did it for you, baby.”
“You did it to tease a nigga.”
“No. Not really.”
“Tell me what you want, Dove.”
“Please.” My voice was an uncontrolled plea.
“Please what?”
“Make me cum.”
Reighvyn licked my ear and then nibbled on it as his fingers spread my pussy lips apart. “Look at you. Ya ass already drenched.” My hips rocked forward as he soaked his fingers with my nectar before he plunged them inside of me and then slid them out again.
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered.
“Put your arms up around my neck, Dove,” he commanded.
“Someone might know what we’re doing.”
“You wanna cum, Dove?”
“Y-y-yes.” I whimpered as he scissored me.
