Chapter 8 Jamaica
The sound of rain pelting against the window opened my eyes.
The soft, high-thread-count white sheet covered my still-robed body.
He must have carried me to bed after I dozed off in his strong arms. The left side of the bed remained untouched, and I glanced at the open door to the living area, wondering if he was awake.
Until the sounds of his breathing lured me to peek over the side, and a shirtless Freedom slept beside me, curled in the fetal position, facing away from me on a blanket.
Something about his position made him seem vulnerable.
He’d slept like this as a teen, and he’d loved it when I wrapped myself around him.
Before I could stop myself, I eased down on the carpet behind him and wrapped my arm around his waist. The touch of his naked abs and his back aroused me.
Changing my need to offer comfort to desire.
The tips of my fingers graced his well-defined, Orion’s belt.
If I moved my hand an inch lower, I would be touching his manhood that seemed larger and thicker than I recalled.
The thud of my heart echoed in the quiet.
I longed to feel him again. To tap him on the shoulder and untie my robe and feel the weight of his body on top of mine before he slides inside of me.
His dick would fill me completely and totally, and he would fuck me and pull out before exploding inside of me.
Then maybe we could truly put the past behind us.
The insane sexual chemistry between us had to be curiosity because we had once been in love.
It couldn’t be a sign that we were meant to be, right?
His hand gently covered my hand on his abs, and I pressed the side of my face on his back.
Why did he smell the same? Why did he affect me so after the heartbreak and the years apart?
Lust ignored the common sense that dictated we no longer knew each other, and the more time we spent together, the more evident the differences between us would become.
Nostalgia of how we once were flooded my memories, and my pussy throbbed painfully, urging me to release.
I needed to stop the madness and get up and get out of here.
I’m a married woman with two children and responsibilities, and not a single woman who can do whatever she wants.
I always had a choice. Giving in to temptation would only muddy the already complicated waters.
If sensing my thoughts, his grip on my hand tightened.
I stopped breathing. The moment of truth.
Would I pass this final test as he slowly moved my hand down to touch his erection?
The moment my hand closed around him, and he moaned, all was lost. He throbbed beneath my hand, and I began to stroke him.
His sounds of pleasure became my guide as I moved my hand up and down the thick length of him.
My pussy grew slick with need, wanting his sexual attention. Denying him was no longer an option.
Sensing my compliance, he turned over, untied my robe, and pushed back the folds.
In the fading moonlight from the open curtains, his hypnotic gaze blazed a fire from my thighs to my breasts.
I writhed in desire from his admiration that gleamed from within.
This man, who’d been with plenty of women, made me feel like I was the most beautiful he’d ever seen.
I opened my legs. His slight smile widened as he toyed with my pierced belly button before his finger dipped inside of me while his lips found my nipple.
I cursed at the blinding pleasure he evoked from me.
His finger dipped and probed me while his mouth wreaked havoc with my nipple.
My hand caressed his thick hair, pressing his head into my breast. The sounds of our arousal only ignited my fire.
He lifted his head long enough to kiss me and asked, “Can I taste you?”
I gave a subtle nod as he dragged his tongue down the middle of my body, only stopping to lick the diamond in my belly button.
He moved lower and placed my legs on his shoulders, lifting my pussy up to devour me.
His fingers spread me open, his tongue licked my folds, and his teeth grazed my button.
The pressure to explode started building ferociously and became almost unbearable.
Sensing my inability to take much more of the sweet, sweet torture, he gripped my thighs and allowed his wicked tongue to taste and taste until I screamed and my legs trembled in orgasmic release.
The shrill of the alarm on my phone startled both of us.
He lifted his head from my pussy, his lips slick with me.
Questioning if he should continue. The reality of what we were about to do next slammed into me, and I covered my eyes with my forearm.
He kissed my belly button before closing my robe and easing up from the floor.
“Your clothes are in the other room. They brought them back while you were asleep. I’ll have the valet bring your car around. One of my crew retrieved it earlier.”
I nodded and slowly pushed up. My body, heavy with unmet sexual release that would only come from his dick, made it difficult for me to walk into the other room.
We didn’t say another word to each other.
He turned away from me to stare out of the window while I disappeared into the bathroom long enough to dress.
The blissful memory of what we just did coursed through my body.
I longed to beckon him to join me. Finish me off by lifting me on the sink and fucking me wildly.
To take me out of my misery. My damn mind had a change of heart that won the battle with my aching sex.
I grew wet again, picturing him inside of me.
Ugh. My panties would have to be cleaned again by the time I made it home.
I exited the bathroom, and Freedom didn’t turn around.
“I need to go. Let me know when you get back to town, and I’ll set something up for you to meet Jamie.
I know you don’t want Kody there, and I will honor that as long as Jamie agrees.
If Jamie wants the only man he’s known as his father to be there, he’s going to be there. ”
He continued to stare out of the window.
“It was good to see you again. Have a good show.” I headed toward the door.
“See me tonight. We can finish what we started. You’ll probably still be alone for the weekend. I’ll send you a ticket electronically to my concert. You can be my guest in my private backstage suite. You’ll be alone. No one will know.” He quietly said.
“Freedom,” I warned.
The muscles in his shoulders and back tensed. “Or don’t. The offer remains whether you take it or not. I’ll reach out when I’m back in town, and I’ll let my son decide who should be there when we meet. Let me know when you make it home. It’s still dark outside.”
“Okay,” I replied, and hurried out of the door before I succumbed to the sweet addiction of Freedom’s touch.