15. Dream
D ay three in paradise, and I still felt like I was dreaming. The air smelled of salt and sunshine, and every corner of the island seemed to glow with a kind of magic you only see in travel commercials. Turks and Caicos was the perfect escape, and I was soaking in every moment.
The morning had started with snorkeling. Damier wasn’t into it—he said it gave him pressure headaches. Still, he encouraged me to go while he stayed behind. I floated above vibrant coral reefs, mesmerized by the schools of tropical fish darting between the rocks. The colors were unreal, like swimming in an underwater painting.
Later, we headed to see the iguanas on Little Water Cay, a trip Damier had insisted on. He had an amused look on his face as the little creatures scurried around us, and I couldn’t help but snap pictures of him trying to get close. Afterward, we walked the beach hand in hand, the turquoise water lapping at our ankles as we talked about everything and nothing.
By mid-afternoon, it was time for something a little more adrenaline-packed. Jet skis.
We headed to the beach, where the rentals were lined up, sleek and ready for action. Damier’s face lit up the moment he saw them—his love for the water was clear. I’d ridden jet skis before, but never in water this deep or overseas. I was excited but also a little nervous.
As soon as we hit the water, Damier took off like a pro, weaving through the waves with ease, his laughter carried back to me on the breeze. I tried to keep up, but my moves were nowhere near as smooth as his.
“You good back there?” he called, his voice teasing.
“I’m good!” I yelled back, determined not to look like a rookie.
After a while, he slowed down and gestured for me to follow him. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”
I followed his lead as he turned toward what looked like a cave entrance. My stomach flipped a little at the thought of going inside, but I trusted him completely. If Damier said it was safe, I believed him.
The jet skis slowed to a crawl as we entered the cave, the sound of the water echoing against the stone walls. Inside, it was stunning. The natural light filtered in through cracks in the rock, casting shimmering reflections on the water. There was even a stone seating area carved into the cave as if it had been made for moments like this.
“This is beautiful,” I said, my voice hushed as I pulled out my waterproof camera.
“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, though his tone was distracted like his mind was somewhere else.
I parked my jet ski near the stone bench and climbed onto it, dangling my feet in the water as Damier stayed in front of me. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked, noticing the way he was watching me.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid my bikini bottom to the side, his movements deliberate.
“Baby, what are you doing?” I said, half-shocked and half-laughing, but before I could say anything else, his tongue was massaging my clit.
The sensation sent a jolt through me, and I grabbed onto the stone bench for balance. “Oh my God, Damier…” I moaned, my voice echoing off the walls of the cave.
He briefly looked up, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “Rich, saltwater pussy. My favorite.”
I giggled, my protest melting into pleasure as he continued. My hands rubbed across his hair, my head falling back as waves of sensation washed over me. The acoustics of the cave amplified every sound, and I couldn’t hold back the loud moans escaping my lips.
When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, my body trembling. But he wasn’t done.
“Come here,” he said, pulling himself up out of the water to sit on the bench.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his hands gripped my ass. I slid down on his dick as we kissed passionately, his tongue down my throat.
“Ride me slow, just like that,” he uttered as he continued to grip my ass. He smacked my ass, causing it to echo through the cave. The moment was heated, electric, and I didn’t care about anything outside that cave as I rode his dick to ecstasy.
“Mmm, you feel good, woman. Now speed it up a bit,” he demanded.
As I bounced on his dick, I could feel him reaching his peak.
“Ouu, shit, I’m about to cum, Dream,” he uttered in my ear.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the cave. “Is somebody in here?”
Panic shot through me, and I tried to move off him, but he held me steady, his climax hitting him just as I heard him chuckle low in his throat.
“Yeah, we’re in here!” he called back, completely unbothered, his tone almost daring.
The voice muttered something and retreated, leaving us alone again. I playfully slapped his shoulder, my cheeks burning. “You’re insane,” I said, laughing.
He grinned, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “And you love it.”
We got back on our jet skis and headed out of the cave, the sunlight hitting the water like diamonds. We spent the next hour zipping across the waves, the wind in our faces and the adrenaline coursing through our veins.
By the time we returned to shore, it was nearing 4:00 PM, and my body felt like jelly from the ride—and from everything else that had happened.
As we walked back to where we started, I glanced over at Damier, his confidence radiating with every step.
“What we did in that cave,” I said, shaking my head with a smile, “was so romantic and spontaneous. I know you’ll always keep things spicy, and I like that.”
He smirked, sliding an arm around my waist. “Baby, I’m just getting started. But let’s go get ready for our night out. We’re about to be back on the water.”
$$$$$
The villa was quiet, the kind of calm that we needed. After hours of jet-skiing and exploring the island, I was grateful for the chance to unwind. Damier and I had napped sprawled out on the massive bed. The soft hum of the air conditioning kept us cool. Even when we weren’t talking, I felt his presence beside me, a kind of unspoken connection that didn’t need words.
By the time we got up, the sun had set, leaving the villa bathed in a warm, golden glow from the outdoor lights. Tonight was special—a luxury catamaran ride awaited us. It was something straight out of a romance movie, and I couldn’t wait to see how it all played out.
When we stepped onto the boat an hour later, Damier was already buzzed from the pre-dinner cognac he’d poured for himself back at the villa. He carried himself with that smooth confidence, his Louis Vuitton loafers tapping against the deck as he helped me on board.
The crew greeted us with polite smiles and glasses of champagne, and I could already feel the elegance of the night sinking in. The boat was breathtaking, its smooth design illuminated by soft lighting. It glided effortlessly over the turquoise water, the waves lapping gently against the sides.
Damier toasted the evening with a grin, his dark brown eyes gleaming under the soft moonlight. “To a night we won’t forget,” he said, his voice rich and steady, even with the liquor warming his veins.
I clinked my glass against his and laughed. “You’re already halfway there, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, taking a sip.
Dinner was divine—fresh seafood served on porcelain plates with more champagne than I could count. The music was Damier’s choice, a mix of old-school hits and smooth R&B that fit the vibe perfectly.
Just as I was settling into the luxury of it all, Damier stood and held out a hand.
“Come on,” he said, his tone teasing.
I looked at him suspiciously. “What now?”
He grinned. “You know what. The Mississippi Cha Cha Slide. You can’t come on vacation with me and not do it.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it,” he said, pulling me to my feet.
The deck became our dance floor as he started the steps, smooth and confident like he’d done it a hundred times. I matched him move for move, the rhythm of the music carrying us.
“You’re keeping up better than I thought,” he joked, his tone light but teasing. “Last time I did this, I had a bad leg, so I didn’t get to show off.”
I laughed, remembering all too well. “I remember, trust me. That leg didn’t stop you from acting like you were still the king of the dance floor.”
“I’m always the king,” he said with a wink, spinning me in time with the beat.
When the music slowed, “So Amazing” by Luther Vandross began to play. Damier pulled me close, his arms wrapping around my waist as we swayed to the song. The champagne had him looser than usual, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, “I know when I want to marry a woman. And I’m ready to admit that I want to take the next step with you, Imani.”
His words sent a rush of warmth through me, and I leaned back just enough to look into his eyes. He was drunk, but I could see the truth behind his words.
“Tell me that when you’re sober, boy,” I said, teasing him lightly but unable to hide the way my heart fluttered.
His grin was slow and genuine. “You think I won’t?”
We stayed like that, swaying under the stars as the captain expertly guided the boat back to shore. The night was calm, the water smooth as glass, and I felt like we were the only two people in the world.
$$$$$
Back at the villa, we stumbled inside, overly intoxicated but too happy to care. The first thing Damier did was close all the windows and doors, turning the AC on full blast. The sudden chill was a stark contrast to the heat of the day, and I couldn’t help laughing as I kicked off my heels.
“We’re not doing shit else tonight. Shit, I will be happy if we stay in for our next two days,” he announced in a drunken slur, pulling off his blazer and tossing it onto a chair.
“Not a thing. I couldn’t agree more with that,” I agreed, heading to the bathroom to start the shower.
The steam quickly filled the bathroom, and when Damier joined me, the moment turned steamy in more ways than one. The waterfall showerhead cascaded over his sculpted chest as he pulled me close, his hands roaming my wet skin with a kind of reverence.
“I want to get you pregnant,” he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low.
I froze for a moment, the words sending a shiver down my spine. Then, I smiled, leaning into him.
“Okay,” I said, the heat of the moment making it feel like the easiest decision in the world.
The shower turned into us going against everything we said because we definitely were doing something. The water only added to our fucking.
After we finally pulled ourselves out of the bathroom, we dressed in cozy clothes—him in his usual sweats and me in one of his oversized shirts. We climbed into the massive bed, pulling the fluffy covers over us as a movie played softly in the background.
I couldn’t even tell you what we were watching. All I could think about was how content I felt, how right it all seemed.
As I drifted off to sleep, his arm wrapped securely around me, I thought about the way he’d spoken to me on the boat. Drunk or not, I knew he meant every word. And I couldn’t wait for the day when he’d say it all over again, sober and ready to follow through.