Chapter 27
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
PHOENIX
“When preparing the perfect plat de c?tes Bourguignon, you should pick up a calf’s ear or pig’s feet to lard the beef. It helps with the tenderness of the meat. Now chop the vegetables up the way I showed you.” Amelia’s attention to detail made me want to be a better chef. Kendrix compiled a list of all my favorite Black chefs, and they planned to teach me how to cook their favorite meals.
On the first day of our trip, we slept the entire day away; the time zone adjustment was brutal. Today was day two, and I felt terrible because we had been in the kitchen for most of the day. I told him to take some alone time, but he insisted on recording this process for me .
“Good work, Phoenix; you are a natural! Kendrix may have told me that you want to open your own restaurant; what kind of cuisine would you serve?” I looked at my ever-so-chatty boyfriend, who was stuck in his phone.
“Honestly, I haven’t had the time to think about that lately. I have been going through a lot in my personal life. I want my meals to bring people together. My restaurant can be a place of refuge after a long day at work or the meet-up spot for friends to gather and celebrate the big accomplishments.”
Amêlia smiled, “Don’t forget to keep the reason why you started cooking in the first place at the forefront of your mind at all times. You will figure it out once you walk into the restaurant; sometimes, it takes the perfect location for everything else to click into place.”
“Thank you. I will remember that.”
I stepped into the shower behind Kendrix and fell to my knees. The spray from the water tried to wash away my readiness for him, but my treasure had a few things to thank him for.
There was no need to waste time, taking him fully into my mouth. I gave some attention to his balls, fondling them in the way he liked. This man has been so gentle with me, not complaining about anything; he cared for me in every way he promised.
Kendrix gripped my hair; I pushed past my gag reflexes, flattening my tongue to give him the sloppiest head he’d ever had.
“Fuck I’m so close baby, don’t you dare stop.” I didn’t plan on it. I kept going even after his love spilled from my mouth and washed away with the water.
“How do you grade my performance, Agent Thompson?” If you asked my knees, they would have screamed an A+.
“Get your ass up now Jewel and go lay on the bed. As a matter of fact, do some stretches and drink some water. I can promise you I’m not coming up off you until I get my fill. Why do you think I booked this trip for us? Why are you still standing here?” His dick was back at attention.
I was speechless at his words; I followed his instructions and waited for him in the bedroom. The anticipation of finally feeling him deep in my sex again made my body ache.
“Hurry up, baby,” I called over the water. All of a sudden, the urge to be with him now, as if my life depended on it, was stronger than ever before. This would be our first time making love since that dreadful week.
“I need you too, baby. I need you in my bed.” The love I used to see only in bits and pieces, shadowed by the burden he pledged to handle by himself, came out in the sun tonight. Kendrix looked at me like he wanted this forever, like he wanted me forever.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed, “I need to wake up with the taste of you in my mouth and that sweet core of yours still squeezing me tight. I need you bent over in every room on this expensive ass yacht.” Kendrix lightly grabbed my foot and massaged it for a few minutes; his touch felt divine.
“Oooh, baby!” I squealed at the weird but erotic feeling of him sucking on my toes. His wet tongue caressed that sensitive part in between each one.
The nibbles he placed on my ankle went straight to my core. “Touch yourself; I will let you take some of the pressure off. Don’t you go near that wet pussy; that’s my job, but your tips look like they could use some attention.” I rolled and squeezed my nipples, but it wasn’t enough.
Kendrix wrapped my right leg around his neck, his skillful mouth sucked hard on my inner thigh, and I threw my head back in ecstasy.
“Kenny baby, please stop teasing me; look at me. Don’t you see how I am dripping for you? I need you right now.” I’m not above begging for a release, especially one that he will deliver. I knew exactly how to put the fire under his ass.
I reached for him, and he slapped my hand away. “Nope. You seemed to have lost your ability to listen to instructions. I didn’t ask you to touch me yet. Tonight was supposed to be about you. Turn over and lay on your stomach.”
I thought about not listening, but the look in his eye told me not to play around.
“See, I haven’t been able to dive into the ways I want to introduce your body to different heights, but I would rather slap that ass into submission. Brace yourself.” Punishment shouldn’t excite me, but it does.
One hard slap to my ass took me by surprise, but the pain went straight to my pussy. I moaned through the pain. Should this feel as good as it does?
“Jewel, you should see how much you are glistening right now; I need a taste.” He slurped my juices from the back, the spreading of my ass gave him more room to clean up the mess he made. Kendrix slapped my ass again, and like a fountain, my love spluttered out free and wild.
That’s how he made me feel, free to be loved fiercely and wild to explore things that would make the church ladies blush.
My legs wouldn’t hold me up after two orgasms; Kendrix laughed at me. “Nah, get up; you didn’t want to pace yourself. Now I’m ready.”
He flipped my body over and licked the seam of my lips. His locs framed my face, creating a protective curtain of love for us. My legs found their way around his waist; my thumb caressed his beautiful face .
“You’re beautiful, do you know that?” I grabbed his groin and lined him up at my entrance. Kendrix lowered his mouth to my neck, branding me for everyone to see.
I’d proudly shout from the rooftop that this man belonged to me and I to him.
“That’s because you make me that way.” He plunged into me, and we both moaned. The long, languid strokes caused my heart to freeze in time. Kendrix always made love to me as if it would be his last time, and it only fueled me to squeeze him tighter.
I grabbed his locs and whispered all my love for him in his ear. His love language is words of affirmation, and I affirmed him by telling him how good he made my body feel.
How blessed I was to be loved by him.
How certain I was that he would rescue me.
Good wasn’t good enough, though. Kendrix’s love changed my life for the better.
He changed the position when he crossed my legs like a pretzel and hammered into me. I should have stretched when he told me to.
“Baby, you're not making enough noise for me. Isn’t this what you wanted? What were you begging for? Let me hear you, Phoenix; you can have me as long as you want. What if I touch you here? Will that help?” Kendrix rubbed fast circles on my bud matching his strokes, my body was burning up .
“I c-can’t t-talk baby, you k-know that!” The lock on my body was deadbolted tight; I could only take what he blessed me with. Every sense was overstimulated, and I felt him everywhere all at once. In my heart, in my soul, and in my entire being.
I cried for mercy, but he wasn’t hearing me. “You can do this, baby. You're not a quitter, remember? God crafted you for me, baby. You can take it, so take it, Jewel. Take me for everything I am!”
We fumbled through tearful kisses, entangled limbs, and declarations of love, challenging each other to love each other harder than before. For days, we abandoned the outside world for what was most important: loving each other… because we earned it.
KENDRIX
They say time flies when you’re having fun, but the phrase should be, time flies when you are with the love of your life. I dragged her out of bed after she wanted to spend a fourth day inside. She would regret not seeing the world later, so I planned something fun for us to do tonight.
We were currently walking through the streets of Naples, and like the sucker I am, Phoenix was getting a piggyback ride. She didn’t listen to me when I told her to wear comfortable shoes, so when the sandals she had on started hurting her feet, she looked at me to save the day.
She was in awe of the beautiful buildings, taking pictures for our memory book, which I insisted we create to remember everything from this trip.
I called a private ride to take us to our last destination of the night. Canterllare is a karaoke bar that our guide on the yacht suggested when she saw us leaving the yacht.
The bar wasn’t too crowded, and we had that friendly exchange one does when they see other Americans while out of the country. There was a guy on stage; he looked drunk, but the ladies in front of him were enjoying his poor rendition of “Angel” by Anita Baker.
“I am going to order some drinks and food for us; you can go pick out your song. You have been trying to talk me into karaoke for a while now; you get one night, so make it count.” I turned to get the bartender’s attention.
“Excuse me, sir,” A hand that was too pale to be Phoenix’s touched my arm. I pushed it off of me and took a good look at the brazen woman.
“You can talk to people without touching them; what do you need?” The warmth I reserved for women only existed within the realms of my loved ones. Don’t get me wrong, I respected all women, but she was too close to me .
The woman was mildly attracted, and she reeked of stale beer. But she wasn’t turned off by my rejection.
“Baby, don’t be mean to her now; maybe she needs suggestions on what to order from the bar. You seem like a man who knows what tastes good. Isn’t that why you came over here, honey?” Phoenix came up to my right and smiled at the woman.
“Yeah t-that’s right, do you have any suggestions?” Her entire body turned red with embarrassment.
I pulled Phoenix in front of me and kissed her neck. “I do, but she isn’t on the menu; let me just say that her taste is exquisite.” The woman gasped and did what she should have when she first saw me sitting here: Mind her business.
Her angelic giggle made me smile, “You are hell to all women. Do you have to be grumpy all the time?” She blessed me with her beautiful smile.
“Any woman outside my family shouldn’t be in my face at all, and she touched me, too. She’s lucky I was nice about it. Now, what song did you sign us up for?”
“My lips are sealed; you’ll know it when you hear it.” We placed our order with the bartender and laughed at the comedy that came with karaoke. Some people didn’t take themselves too seriously, especially when they could never hold a note, and others sang like they were auditioning for a show. It was a good balance of both.
The tune to “Southside” played through the speakers, and I decided to be the person who takes themselves too seriously tonight. It was worth the dimpled smile on her face; she sang better than me, but my stage presence made up for what I lacked.
Phoenix danced on me a little too hard; I did not want to be here with a hard-on for everyone else to see. I killed Lloyd’s rap about chicken wings and strings at the end. The crowd was eating it up; they made us do two more songs. I won't admit it to anyone else, but I had a lot of fun tonight.
We made it back to our room for the remainder of the week and fucked each other long and hard in the pool. The sounds she made followed me into my dreams that night.