Chapter 29 Javonte
I watch Lily strip down to her bra and a goddamn thong before she runs into the water. I’m stuck in place. She’s frolicking, and you don’t mess with a Black woman’s frolic, but that creamy skin of hers begs me to touch it.
I take my shoes and shirt off and follow her, jealous of the water.
“You staying over there?”
That’s as much invitation as I need from her.
I rush into the water, like I’m trying to save someone from drowning. She stands in the water, waves rolling against her and waits for me. My siren.
When I get to her, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, and I hold her there, taking a second to feel her all over me. Her lips moves along my neck, and I get hard immediately.
“Yeah?” she asks, pulling back just enough to look at me.
I meet her eyes. “Yeah.”
She takes my hand and guides it to her waist. “I want you close.”
Finally being able to hold her and caress her skin like this almost sends me over the edge. What does it though, it when her hand reaches inside my shorts.
“Mmm, Lily.”
“Yes, Javonte?” She asks as she strokes me slowly under the water.
My ability to make words disappears. Her hand moves steadily along my length, and her lips kiss all over my neck. I’m all hers right now. She could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to her.
She pauses and looks me in my eyes, a wicked grin on her face. She always liked being in control, and I always liked letting her.
The pause gives me a chance to get my bearings.
I move my hands from her waist to her ass and squeeze.
It’s the best ass I’ve ever seen. I grip it hard, and she cries out.
Her legs tighten around my hips, and I hear the low sound in her throat I’ve missed for a year and a half.
She’s not the only one who needs this. We’re both starved.
I find her mouth with mine, tasting salt and her. We crash together, frantic. She clings to me, and I grip her harder, guiding us in the water so the waves and her body move against me at the same time.
She wraps her legs tighter, squeezing around my hips, stroking my dick between us. She has to know how hard it is for me to keep myself under control.
My hands roam her curves. Every time my fingers trace her skin, I get another memory: her naked in my bed, her laughing in my lap, her painting in nothing but a T-shirt, her lips all swollen from kissing.
I’ve missed her so goddamn much.
She kisses me, and I open right back to her. Our tongues slide together, and she moans into my mouth. It makes me want to rip the rest of her clothes off and take her right here in the surf.
I want to be wild with her. I want her to know I missed her with every cell in my body.
I squeeze my eyes closed and try to focus. “Lily,” I begin.
She’s kissing along my jaw, still working me underwater. I can’t take much more.
“Let’s go inside.”
She kisses my lips and pulls my bottom lip between her teeth. “You want to be inside.”
God, yes.
“Let’s go inside,” I repeat, losing myself a little bit more.
“Ok.” She lets go of me, slides off my body and starts running towards the villa leaving me in the ocean with my dick in my hand.
I run after her, and she squeals. I let her get away, and the joy on her face makes this whole trip worth it. I catch up to her at the villa door, and I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bathroom.
I don’t want to taste the ocean right now. I want to feast on Lily.
“We’re gonna do this real quick because I have other things to do,” I tell her. I stand her up in the shower and turn the water on. She tests the water with her hands and moves under the stream once it’s warm. I unhook her bra and let out a breath when her breast bounce freely.
I devour one and squeeze the other, ignoring the salt still lingering on her.
“Javonte.” She sucks in a breath and holds my head against her chest. I lap at her nipple while the water rains down on us.
Lily reaches between us, but I block her. I’m in charge now, and I plan to show her just how much I missed her.
I turn her around, so her back presses against my chest, and I slide her thong down her body. Then I get on my knees and place soft kisses on her stomach. She pushes my head down lower. She wants it as much as I do.
I can’t help myself. I take her whole pussy into my mouth and let my tongue taste all of her. Nothing’s changed. She’s still delicious. I slide my tongue in and out of her, and she jerks her hips with every thrust.
She tastes like the memory of every night I spent alone.
My tongue circles her clit, and she shudders, bracing her palms against the slick marble.
The steam from the water and the heat from her have me dizzy.
She’s bucking her hips, chasing the rhythm, and my hands are flat on her ass, holding her steady, keeping her right where I want her.
“Javonte,” she says again, this time more urgent. I pull her closer, bury my face in her, let my tongue lap and tease and demand everything she’s got. Her legs tremble, and I love that I can do this to her, that even after all this time, she melts for me.
She moans, raspy and thick, and the sound cuts through me. Every time she makes noise, I double down, holding her thighs and keeping her right against my mouth. I want her to lose control. I want her to let go.
She does.
She starts shaking, her whole body trembling while I don’t let up. Her moans echo against the tile, and I swear the sound bounces around and comes back to me, sharper, deeper, hungrier. She says my name, then again, and I don’t stop.
“Javonte! Yes! Yes!” She gasps, loses her words, and I know she’s close. I keep her there, don’t let her shy away when it gets too much. She’s always tried to run, but I hold her thighs and lick her clit until she screams my name again and again.
I don’t even wait for her to recover. I turn her around and lift her so her legs wrap around my waist. My hands grip her ass, and she’s clutching my shoulders, laughing between shaky breaths.
I can see the flush spreading across her chest, her mouth still parted, her eyes unfocused with pleasure. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.
I want her in the bed, not standing in the shower, but she digs her heels into my back, holding me right where I am.
She’s always loved the feeling of me picking her up, like she’s weightless.
She kisses me hard, hungry, like she wants to bite her way into me.
I spin us out of the shower, nearly tripping, and she laughs again, the sound as bright as the Bahamas sun.
I carry her to the bed, water dripping everywhere.
I lay her down and crawl over her, bracing myself on my elbows so I don’t crush her.
She pulls my face to hers, kissing me like I’m the only air she needs.
Her hands roam my back, nails digging deeper the closer our bodies get.
My dick is so hard I feel like I might die, but I slow down and kiss her slowly.
I want to take my time, but Lily doesn’t. She fumbles with the band of my shorts, shoving them down so my dick springs free. She bites my lip and grins. “Been waiting for this,” she says.
She takes me in her hand and lines me up, teasing me, making me shudder. I want to be inside her so bad I’m shaking. I press the head of my dick against her and slide in slowly. Her body grabs at me, pulling me deeper, and I lose the last bit of self-control I have.
Lily arches her back and wraps her arms around me, goading me to move. I do, thrusting into her, deeper and harder with every stroke. I look at her face, and she’s not hiding anything. She’s letting me see it all: the want, the relief, the sweet ache of it.
She locks eyes with me, and it hits me, this is what I missed more than anything. Not just sex. Her. The way she lets herself be open and gives me everything.
I bury my face in her neck, still having a hard time believing we’re actually doing this. She kisses my ear and whispers, “Don’t stop.” I grip her thigh and hook it over my hip, changing the angle, and she calls out my name.
I try to slow down, to savor this, but Lily meets every thrust. She wants it as much as I do, maybe more.
Her hands clutch my head, holding me to her while she trembles underneath me.
Her moans get louder, and she gasps, then clamps down hard around me.
I feel her coming, and it tips me over the edge.
“Lily,” I call out as shudder and try not to collapse on top of her.
I slide over to the side, holding on to her and rolling her with me. I’m not ready to not be inside of her yet.
She’s breathing hard, but her eyes are locked on mine. “You’re still really good at that.”
I laugh and pull her on top of me. “I can be better,” I tell her as I feel myself growing hard again inside of her.