Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
By the time we land in Jamaica, my body is thoroughly relaxed and sexed. Our large chartered jet actually had a private, soundproof bedroom with a queen-size bed, vanity area, personal storage, and dedicated climate control. We had complete privacy for the entire flight.
We landed in Montego Bay around ten island time and had an hour and a half ride to Negril.
The staff at the Island Key Resort was waiting on our late arrival when our sedan pulled up.
We were greeted with warm towels and glasses of rum punch with pineapple slices on the rims before being placed in a buggy to the villa.
My husband arranged all of this behind my back and I have no complaints, not one.
For our stay, we are occupying one of the diamond villas, the one-bedroom, ocean view, pool villa.
It’s practically a small house. It has a spacious living room, an ample office, a full bedroom with a king size bed and ensuite bathroom, as well as an executive dining room and bath in the common area.
Our villa includes a personalized spa experience, personal butler and concierge, and dedicated kitchen and staff for room service.
Because we didn’t have dinner on the plane, my growling stomach wakes me up.
While my sexy husband sleeps in, I crawl out of bed and amble into the ensuite bath.
It’s a Caribbean dream. An enormous marble bathroom with double vanity sinks, indoor and outdoor showers, a separate toilet and a large bathtub with a flower petal bath as our welcome.
After completing my usual morning hygiene, I explore the villa.
We have a beautiful garden terrace and private plunge pool with sunbeds and a Balinese bed, with access to a lovely garden through the bedroom or living room.
I use the living room. We left thirty degree weather in Crescent Falls and it’s a perfect eighty-two degrees here ,according to the screen saver on the living room television.
The sun on my skin as I stand on the deck of our plunge pool confirms it.
When I ease back into the living room, I find the resort iPad and look up breakfast. To my delight, they offer floating breakfast. Preparation of the basket requires an hour’s notice and includes eggs made to order, fresh pastries, a seasonal fruit platter, bacon and sausage, beef or pork, fried plantain, and mimosas.
Since he’s still sleeping and I want to wake him up properly, I schedule ours for eleven.
I walk back into the bedroom and see he’s not in bed.
I journey into the bathroom and he’s not there either.
So I step to the glass door and see him standing in front of the garden.
My morning plans haven’t changed, just the location.
I step outside and walk right past him to the Balinese bed.
The luxurious, oversized daybed has a four-post frame with an overhead canopy, curtains for privacy, and a plush mattress.
I step to it, remove my satin and lace pajama short set, and lean over the bed, poking my ass out.
I hear his low, sexy laugh, then seconds later, he’s behind me. “Kyau, what are you doing?” he asks, still laughing.
“Getting ready,” I coo.
“Ready for what?” he questions, amusement still in his baritone.
“If you step closer, you’ll find out just what I’m ready for.”
I rest my head on my folded hands, turn it to the side, then smile over my shoulder.
I also deepen the arch in my back and toot my ass up more.
I’m being as clear as I can without words.
I want my husband to bless me with his beautiful dick.
Thankfully, he reads my body language and steps closer.
His warm hands grip my hips and he presses his dick into me.
“I think I figured it out,” he says.
I want him, bad. So I rub my ass across his dick.
I can feel it through his pajama pants; he wants me too.
Seconds later, my panties are down. I feel him shift and he plants one leg between mine, widening my stance.
After rubbing his hands up my stomach to my breasts and cupping them, he grips my hips again then plants a kiss on each of my ass cheeks.
Then he raises my right leg onto the bed.
His hand moves to my inner thigh before he swipes it over my pussy.
“Shit. You wet as fuck already,” he mumbles. Before I can tell him my wetness is all him and the anticipation of him, he fills me.
“Baaabby. Damn,” I moan in pure pleasure.
Every time he enters me, I feel comforted, connected, and desired.
The sensation is so incredible I damn near cry.
Every inch of him is inside me, stretching and filling me.
As he holds my hips, he bottoms out, going deeper, reaching another undiscovered spot. “Shit!” I trill.
My body is his; he’s captured and mastered it, knowing every spot and always determining how deep to go. When his thick tip knocks my G-spot, I lose it and completely sink into the bed as my entire body quivers.
“You good, kyau?” he groans.
“Mmhm,” I whimper in utter delight. A big ass orgasm is brewing and building. My stomach muscles are tightening and my legs are wobbly. When he hits my spot again, it happens. I explode and rain down on him. “Shiiittttt!” I beg.
He strokes me through my orgasm, bringing me to the verge of another. I grip the bed linens, wanting this next orgasm immediately. Anchored and gripping the covers, I start fucking him back.
“Shit. Fuck me, kyau,” he groans in pleasure.
His thrusts stop and I do my damn thing.
While wiggling my ass, I push back and pull on his pulsating dick.
One of his hands grips my hip and the other lightly cradles my neck.
Then he plants kisses up my spine, on my neck, on my lips. “Do your shit,” he moans in my ear.
His deep, low baritone tickling my ear and the feel of him inside me are perfection, pure perfection. My body starts to tremble again and my movement slows.
“Ba…by… oh my god,” I cry as my body convulses.
He picks up where I’m faltering and starts pounding into me. Long, deep, intentional thrusts usher me to another orgasm and he follows a few minutes behind.
“Fuck!” he grunts before laying on my back.
“Damn,” I whimper.
“Damn is right,” he huffs. “Good morning.”
“It is now,” I say, then smile.
It takes a few minutes for both of us to catch our breaths then we amble back into the villa, share a shower, and change into our swimwear for breakfast. In the warm, blueish-green water, we enjoy our delicious food and mimosas, then lounge by the pool in the daybed.
Negril and the resort are beautiful and my husband truly didn’t miss a beat. At three, a trio of massage therapists and an esthetician arrive and treat us to the most relaxing, ninety-minute, full body massages. Mine ends with a diamond facial.
Relaxed and full, we spend the rest of the afternoon in the villa and don’t leave until our dinner reservation in the main hotel.
Because the villas are a little distant from the hotel, we call for the buggy.
When we reach the hotel twenty minutes before our reservation, we decide to walk to the bar.
I slide onto a stool but he remains standing.
“I’ll be right back,” he says before kissing me.
When he walks off, the beautiful mocha bartender approaches and places two drink napkins in front of me. Then she places a brown liquor drink on one and a can on the other.
“I didn’t order this,” I say, a little confused.
“This isn’t mine.” She walks off as if I didn’t say a word.
The can catches my eye, so I twist it and see it’s a Velvet Buzz.
They sell these in Jamaica? I thought they were local to Crescent Falls.
Right before I try to get the bartender’s attention, I feel him behind me.
“Excuse me,” he says and the bartender immediately walks over. “Her next bourbon Manhattan is on me,” he tells her and she smiles.
“And what would you like, sir?” she asks.
“Black Ops neat.”
“Coming right up,” she says.
Before walking off, she places a drink napkin in front of him. He slides onto the stool next to me then pulls out a little pink pill. When he places it on the napkin, I look at him curiously.
“What is that? And did you do this?” I ask while holding the can.
“I’m recreating our first night,” he reveals.
“It was the best night of my life because it ended with the best decision I ever made. This caused us to get married and I woke up in bed with the most beautiful woman in the world. I found my heart, my forever. If the first time ended like that, imagine what might happen tonight if we try this combo again with intention,” he says with a smile.
“How can it get any better than it already is?” I ask, then lean into him. “I love you and the life we fell into. I can’t imagine it without you and Niya and I don’t want to.”
“And you don’t have to. So are we doing this?”
“Hell yeah. We know what we’re doing this time,” I say, then grab the can.