Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Titan
We landed in St. Laurent a few hours ago and as soon as we got to the villa, we both went to sleep.
Traveling always made me tired as fuck, even though the flight was only an hour.
My body was still exhausted and needed the rest. Now that I was refreshed, I was up and ready to enjoy my vacation with my lady.
I still have to laugh at myself because here I was out here with a whole girlfriend and expressing my love like a bitch, but I wouldn’t have the shit no other way.
I stepped onto the terrace and took in the fresh island air. Shit was quiet and peaceful as fuck out here. We had the perfect view of the ocean, and I couldn’t wait to enjoy every bit of it.
I heard footsteps behind me and saw Tink swaying in my direction.
I bit my bottom lip as I watched her make her way to me.
Outside of the little skort shit she wore to work…
the only time I saw her in a dress was when we went to the event and at her graduation.
She preferred the casual look, and I didn’t have a problem with it.
She had on a long white dress with those skinny straps and slits on both sides that came all the way up to her waist. She was really testing my patience because all it took was one good swift wind and all her ass would be out and every nigga out this muthafucka would be dead.
She stopped right in front of me, and I slid my hands inside the slits of her dress and narrowed my eyes at her.
“Tink, why you fucking playing with me, man?” I groaned as I tried to slip my hand between the fabric of her thong.
“Move.” She shoved my hand. “And what are you talking about? You’on like my dress?” She twirled around and looked over her shoulder with a smirk on her face.
“Keep right on and all you gone be eating is dick,” I warned. “Come on… let’s go before I change my mind.” I slapped her butt for emphasis.
I followed behind her and had my eyes glued to her thick ass the entire time.
Once we made it to the front of the villa, we took the small brick walkway to a secluded part of the beach.
I arranged to have it set up so that we could have our privacy.
Once we finally made it to the area, I held Tink’s hand as we walked down the small stairway.
Hand in hand we made our way to the tent that had a table setup and a small lounge area with big, fluffy pillows and blankets.
“This is beautiful,” Tink cooed as she observed our setup for the evening. “Did you do this by yourself?” She turned around and asked.
“What makes you think I needed help, Tink?” I smirked as I pulled her chair out. She cut her eye at me, and I couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from my chest.
“Aight, man. I used the service that they offer here, but the idea was all mine,” I confessed.
“Mhm.” She smirked.
Once I took my seat, I pressed the button to let the attendant know that we were ready.
When he arrived, he introduced his self in French and asked us what we wanted to start with.
When I responded back in French, I knew it caught Tink by surprise.
I know I gave her that one line months ago, but she was now experiencing it in a different light.
“Ce sera tout, monsieur? (Will that be all, Sir?)” He asked.
“Oui. Merci. (Yes, thank you),” I replied.
He nodded and left out the tent leaving us alone. When he was out of sight, Tink looked at me with a flustered look.
“What did you tell him?” She asked.
“I gave him our appetizer and drink order, then thanked him,” I responded.
“What did you order?”
“Lump crab cakes and grilled jumbo shrimp,” I replied. “I ordered you a pineapple ginger mojito,” I concluded.
“That did not sound like what you just said,” she simpered.
“What did it sound like, Tink?”
“It sounded like you told him I was about to let you slut me out all over this tent right after I sucked your soul out under the moonlight,” she tittered.
I stalled my movements because this damn girl didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
“Tink…” I breathed out as I squinted in her direction. “I will call the muthafucka and tell him to hell with that food and do just what you thought I said. Don’t play with me,” I uttered.
She could sit there and taunt me with a good time and watch how fast I make that shit a reality.
“No, Sir. You’re going to feed me first.” She smirked.
Reaching over the table, I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me until she was straddling my lap.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Nothing yet, but I want you right here. I need you close.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck as the attendant brought our appetizers and drinks. Once I had given him our dinner order, he disappeared as quickly as he had come.
“I bet he thinks we have no home training,” she laughed as she fed me one of the shrimp. I licked the sauce off of her fingers before I responded.
“I’m pretty sure he’s seen worse.” I shrugged.
I fed her a crab cake that was drizzled with a creamy garlic sauce. Some of the sauce dripped onto her lips, and before she could wipe it away, I licked it off and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and sucked on it.
“Mmm,” Tink moaned in my mouth, and that did it.
“Get up.” I tapped her thigh. As bad as I wanted to pick her up, I knew my shoulder wouldn’t allow it.
Going over to the tent’s opening, I closed the flap.
That was to let them know not to enter this muthafucka.
When I turned around, Tink had removed her dress and was lying on the blanket in only her white thong.
I almost dislocated my shoulder again trying to take my shirt off.
Once I was down to my boxers, I joined her on the blanket, lying on my back and bringing her body onto mine.
I still couldn’t put much pressure on my shoulder, but that didn’t stop shit.
I was still going to fuck my girl throughout this tent like she wanted me to.
Slap!
“Come put that pussy on my face and hurry up so you can suck this dick,” I huffed.
I watched as she slid out of her thong and stood over my face backwards.
“Why don’t I do both,” she voiced as she lowered herself onto my face while she leaned over and fished my dick out my shorts. My shit already felt like it was about to burst, so when she licked the tip, I dug my fingers into the flesh of her thick thighs.
With a mouth full of pussy, I enjoyed the taste of Tink’s juices running over my face and beard.
I basked in the feeling she was giving me as my dick touched the back of her throat.
I felt her saliva sliding down the shaft of my dick, and that made me try to suck her pussy off the bone.
The shit was feeling so good, I ventured to her ass and swirled my tongue around that muthafucka too.
“Oh, shit!” Tink yelped.
“Aye, get that dick back in your mouth,” I demanded before getting back to the task at hand.
Tink started humping my face, so I knew she was about to cum. Being the nasty nigga she brought out of me, I stuck my thumb in her butt as I fucked her with my tongue, catching everything that she let loose.
“Baby…” she whined as she covered my face with her juices. I didn’t stop until I knew she was done, before gently pushing her off of me and onto her stomach.
I admired her sweat tinted skin as I pushed my shorts and boxers the rest of the way off. I got on my knees and pulled Tink closer to me so she would have a slight arch in her back. I admired the roundness of her ass before I slid into my favorite place.
“Ughn.”
“Shit,” we moaned in unison.
Once I was fully inside of her, I gripped her hips and stroked her slowly at first, just so I could watch her unravel.
“Baby,” she whimpered.
“Wassup, mama?” I answered.
“Fu-fuck me… please,” she begged.
“You sure about that, Tink?” I taunted as I gripped her hips tighter.
“Yes!” She cried out.
“Bet,” was all I said before I gave her all the dick she asked for.
By the time I was done with her, the night air had turned cool and so had our food.
I didn’t care about none of that shit because as soon as we got back to the room, I was going to be all up in her shit again.
We had four more days here, and I planned on making the best of every last one of them.
***
This was our third day here, and we decided to stay in today since Tink wasn’t feeling too good.
After dinner last night, she got sick, and I immediately went to the chef I hired and asked him what the fuck he did to her.
She assured me it was probably nothing, and that was the only thing that saved his ass.
I since requested another chef, and we were now lounging out on the terrace, watching the waves crash against the beach sand.
“How you feeling?” I asked.
She was lying between my legs with her head resting on my stomach, with my sore arm draped across her breasts, and my good arm tucked behind my head.
“I feel better. I think I’ll stay away from seafood while we’re here, even though I wanted to try that lobster stuffed salmon,” she pouted.
“I’ll see if I can get somebody to make that shit when we get back home,” I stated. “Speaking of home. Why don’t you move in with me?” I’ve been thinking about that shit since I realized my feelings for her, but I didn’t want to rush it.
Tink turned around to where she was looking at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
“You want me to move in with you?” She repeated.
“I do.” I nodded. “You’re always there anyway if I’m not over at your place. Shit, we might as well cut the bills down,” I laughed.
She was still staring at me but not saying something.
“Tink you gone answer me or do I have to go dunk you in the ocean to get the shit outta you?” I asked. I was growing impatient, and she wasn’t talking fast enough for me.
“You’re so spoiled,” she simpered. “I was trying to get my thoughts together, but I’ll think about it,” she offered.
“What’s there to think about?” I frowned.
“A lot, Titan. This is a big step, and I want to make sure that it’s the best move for the both of us,” she responded.
“I feel you.” I nodded. “But don’t wait too long, or I’ll make the decision for you.” I smirked.
She leaned down and laid her head on my chest as we listened to the waves.
I would’ve never thought that I would be in a serious relationship or thinking about living with a female who wasn’t my family but Tink naturally brought shit out of me that I didn’t even know I possessed.
As long as this was the feeling that I would always have, then I knew I could do this shit with ease.