“You want something, Leena?” I ask as I pull away from her lips, sliding my cock through the folds of her pussy. With my mouth between her legs last night, the way her thighs tightened around me, practically suffocating me until I flipped us over, her hands going to the headboard, hips rolling, and my drinking every drop she had to give, I didn’t stop until her body went lax. Last night, the next thing I knew, her mouth was on my cock, working me with both her hands and tongue, teasing me. I didn’t expect it when she took my length to the back of her throat. Christ, finding out she doesn’t have a gag reflex, I tangled one of my hands in her hair, the other went to her throat, feeling as she swallowed around me. It wasn’t long until I was coming down her throat, and the fucking amazing woman that she is, well, let’s just say Leena is a woman who has no problem swallowing. I’ve got another few minutes of teasing the two of us before I know she will take matters into her own hands. There’s one thing about her: what she wants, she’ll go after; I saw the proof of that last night, and even though I still have six days left here in Belize, I’m already dreading the thought of leaving her behind.
“Your cock, inside me now, please.” I move my hips. A tingle goes through her body as I drag it away from her clit, notching the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy.
“This what you want, baby?” I’m inside her with one powerful roll of my hips.
“Yes!” Her pussy ripples along my cock. There’s nothing between us, taking her bare, just like our bodies, and that’s how we spend the rest of our morning, not leaving the bed until Leena’s stomach is grumbling and I know if I don’t feed myself, whatever energy I have left will be non-existent for our snorkeling trip later on today.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
leena
Five days, that’s how long I’ve known and spent just about every waking minute with Decker. My small bungalow, yeah, it’s been vacated. The only reason I’m not giving it up is because I’ll be staying longer than Decker. Which, by the way, completely sucks, like, so much, and it almost has me breaking down calling Montana and telling her exactly how I feel about this gorgeous man who is charming, attentive, gives amazing orgasms, and everything in between.
I also feel safe with him, so much so that there was no way a condom was coming between us. Was it reckless, careless, and a slew of other things? Yes, it was. It was also the best feeling in the world. Like I said, safe with him definitely means I trust him as well.
That’s why even though the majority of my clothes and toiletries are at his place, I’ve kept some back here for the inevitable. Why I’m mourning the thought of Decker leaving when it’s five days away, I have no idea. Montana would be kicking my ass right about now, saying to live in the moment, don’t stress on the ‘what could be or should be.’
“Baby, you ready?” Decker interrupts my depressing thoughts. We never did go snorkeling the other day just one on one. By the time we got out of bed and ate breakfast, we decided to hang around the pool, where we did more than just lounge around. The next day, apparently his sister-in-law booked him an excursion on the catamaran that Decker had no idea about until the concierge called him later that day to remind him. Of course, he added me to the excursion without a thought, much less asked for me to pay my way, something that he seems to do, much to my annoyance. He saw the way I tapped my foot on the ground and laughed. Decker Williams is a pain in my ass, that’s for sure. The rest of the week, we’ve done a few more excursions, like cave kayaking. That was so much fun while also being a bit scary. It was the food and drink tasting through the small city that had me buzzing in happiness and also making me realize I don’t hold my liquor quite like I used to. Thankfully, Decker had no problem keeping me close to his side or staying sober even though we ordered a car to come pick us up because we were both drinking, me more than him, but I love that Decker was being cautious. By the time we got back, there was a whole other level of intimacy I’ve never experienced, slow and soft, lasting longer than our previous romps. It was on a whole other level.
“Almost. I’m trying to get the tie to my bathing suit, but it’s being a pain in the dick.” This is one of Marlie’s designs. She’s dabbling into bathing suits for her newest summer line, but if someone can’t get it on because of the way it ties in the center of your back, it won’t do much good either.