Chapter 7
I was sure Solo didn’t think I was up for the challenge, but I was prepared to prove him wrong.
I slowly leaned forward, covered his mouth with mine, and sucked the pineapple right from between his teeth.
Our lips only connected briefly, but it was long enough for me to know a kiss from him would make me weak in the knees.
As I moved away from him, he grabbed my chin to hold me in place. His lips brushed against mine once, twice, and the third time, he went in for the kill. I opened my mouth just in time to receive his tongue, and it was a good thing I wasn’t on my feet because kissing this man made me feel faint.
I didn’t count the seconds, but the kiss didn’t last long enough. When he pulled away, I wanted more but didn’t want to be greedy. Before putting some distance between us, he pecked my lips one last time.
“I could get caught up with your pretty ass,” he said.
He put the bowl of fruit in the built-in holder on the float and slowly walked toward the stairs. I watched him until he turned around, adjusted his dick, and sat in the lounge chair.
My body was on fire, and I needed to cool off. I slid off the floating device and into the water, which stopped just below my shoulders. It didn’t help as much as I thought it would, so a cold shower was definitely in order.
I remained in the pool for about twenty more minutes, finished the fruit and bottle of water, before I got comfortable in the lounge chair next to Solo. His eyes couldn’t be seen behind his sunglasses, but I assumed he was asleep because he didn’t say anything.
I picked up my phone, unlocked it, and went to the thread with Elaine.
Me:
Girl.
Lainey:
Hey, Sissy. You enjoying your trip?
Me:
So far, so good.
Lainey:
You and Solo getting along?
Me:
Probably a little better than we should.
Lainey:
Do tell . . .
Me:
There’s not much to tell now, but we still have 12 days.
Lainey:
The sooner you sit on his face, the more opportunities you’ll have to sit on it again.
Me:
Wow! My big sister is a horrible influence.
Lainey:
You know you wanna do it. YOLO
Me:
Goodbye.
Lainey:
Bye. Love you.
Me:
Love you more.
Elaine and Semaj could deny it, but this trip was their attempt at matchmaking, and I couldn’t pretend to be mad if I wanted to.
Solo and I might not see each other beyond this trip, but I was down for whatever while we were here.
My pussy was in dire need of some attention, and Solo seemed like the perfect man to give her what she needed.
“Are you texting your new man?”
His voice startled me.
“Umm, no. I thought I told you I was single.”
“You did. I was just double-checking. Have you been on any dates?”
“Not even one. What about you?”
He laughed . . . hard. He laughed so hard, he sat up only to bend over, holding his stomach.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Your question. The dates I’ve been on would make a hilarious comedy skit. For most of them, I thought I was on Candid Camera because those women were jokes.”
“That’s not nice.”
“But it’s very true. The last date I went on, I walked out in the middle of her talking. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Damn. That bad, huh?”
“It was for me, but she seemed to be having a good time.”
“I was too scared to put myself out there. My dating experience is minimal, and I was with the same man since I was twenty-two. After counseling so many couples, dating doesn’t sound appealing to me. For some reason, I was hoping my next relationship would just . . . happen.”
“It sounds like we’re on the same page, because I refuse to go on another date.”
I laughed. “You sound traumatized.”
“I am.”
“Well, since I’m a relationship therapist, maybe I can help you.”
“Maybe you can.”
“What are you looking for in a woman?”
He didn’t answer right away, and I assumed he was giving his answer some thought.
“I want a woman who’s intelligent and can hold a solid conversation.
She can’t be so self-absorbed that she doesn’t consider others’ feelings or needs.
I want her to have her own interests, but it would be cool if we had some shared interests.
I’m forty-two and ready to start a family, so she needs to be ready as well.
Of course, I want her to be nice, have a great personality, and a warm and welcoming spirit. ”
“None of that seems outlandish, and you’re telling me none of the women you dated met your criteria?”
“Not a single one.”
“Hmm. That’s too bad. I’m getting hungry. You want to get ready for dinner?”
“I thought you were going to help me find a woman.”
“I’m on vacation.”
I stood and stretched with my ass facing Solo. When I peeked behind me, I knew what his eyes were focused on behind those dark sunglasses.
“I do have one more question, if you don’t mind,” I said.
“Shoot.”
“What does your ideal woman look like?”
I slowly bent over to pick up my flip-flops, and when I looked at him between my legs, he was adjusting his dick.
“You’re playing with fire, Eva.”
“Hopefully, I get burned.”
I gathered the rest of my things and rushed inside. My pussy was throbbing, and if I didn’t stand under a stream of cold water soon, my juices would be dripping down my thighs. I stopped in the kitchen to put my bowl in the dishwasher.
Once inside my room, I dropped my towel and flip-flops, stripped out of my bikini, and headed for the shower. I shivered when I stepped inside, but prayed the cold shower would calm my libido. I bathed quickly, but thoroughly, and was disappointed when I finished.
The cold shower only made my nipples harder than they already were. If I went to dinner with Solo and my pussy was throbbing the way it was, we wouldn’t make it out of the back seat of the car. The only other option I had was my vibrator. Titan always got me right.
Still wrapped in my towel, I went to the bedside table where I’d stored Titan. I let my towel fall to the floor and pulled the comforter back. With Solo on my mind and memories of his soft lips on mine, I turned Titan to my favorite setting and slipped him into my pussy.
“Fuck!”
Immediately, I felt pleasure. I used one hand to massage my nipple while the other held Titan at the perfect angle.
“Mmm. Shit, this feels good.”
Minutes later, my climax shook me to my core. The quaking of my pussy around the device was more intense than ever, and I couldn’t stifle my moans. I grabbed the pillow next to me and covered my face, hoping the insulation would muffle my sex sounds.
The last thing I remembered was tossing the pillow to the floor as my body jerked. When I opened my eyes again, Solo stood over me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” he said, holding up my vibrator.
My eyes widened as I reached for it.
“Oh my God! Give me that.”
He held it out of my reach, and I gave up, covering my face in embarrassment.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, beautiful, but you didn’t need this.” He tossed Titan to the other side of the bed. “I’ll be more than happy to take care of you.”
Before I could respond, Solo tucked his arms under my thighs, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and buried his face in my pussy.
“Jesus!”
No one lived nearby, but I was sure the security guard in the car right outside the property’s gate could hear me calling out to my Lord and Savior. Solo didn’t hold back either. He ate my pussy like he wanted me to crave him the moment he removed his mouth.
His tongue was soft, yet firm, and reached places in my pussy that I didn’t know existed. Tremaine had never taken me to the heights Solo did, with his mouth or his dick. If Solo’s mouth was magically skilled in this way, his dick would surely have me possessed.
I grabbed the back of his head and pressed my pussy into his face, not giving a damn if the man could breathe. My walls began to pulse, my toes threw up gang signs, my back arched off the bed, and my pussy exploded.
“Fuucckk!” I shouted as my juices sprayed his face.
“Damn, beautiful. All this for me?”
I couldn’t talk. Hell, I could barely breathe.
This man had done a number on me, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same.
He gently released my legs, letting them fall to the bed.
He hovered over me, his lips so close to mine that I inhaled my sweet aroma.
When his lips connected with mine, I moaned, and when he pulled away, I tried to go with him.
“Where are you going?” I asked frantically because I knew damn well he wasn’t walking away before dropping that dick on me.
“To get dressed for dinner. I made reservations for six thirty. You got forty-five minutes.”
“Dinner? Are you serious? What about—”
“Get dressed, Eva. Wear something fancy.”
He closed my door before I could curse him out and damn him to hell. Don’t get me wrong. His mouth more than satisfied me, but now I was extra curious about his dick. Besides, how many men ate pussy without following up with dick?
“Solo had to be the only one, but I wouldn’t know since my body count was probably a lot lower than the average thirty-two-year-old woman,” I muttered to myself.
I sat up, and when I tried to stand, my legs were too weak to hold me, so I fell back onto the bed. After giving myself a few minutes to get it together, I tried again and was successful in making it to the bathroom.
This time, I took a very warm shower, and it felt amazing. My libido was satisfied, for now, at least, but I was excited to see what the evening had in store.