Chapter 12
TWELVE
I didn’t have to pat the other side of the bed or open my eyes to know that she’d disappeared. Because the contentment that accompanied her presence had vanished, too. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and wobbled out of bed. Finally, the effects of the bitter ass juice she’d given me had worn off.
The villa I’d reserved for us had three rooms, a living room, kitchen, and everything else that came with a home.
However, I knew that she hadn’t drifted too far from the main suite.
She hadn’t the entire trip. Not even to explore the place.
We were either out of the door, on the deck, or in bed.
There wasn’t much time for anything else, so checking the rest of the villa I knew would be pointless. Instead, I headed for the deck.
When I pushed back the window covers that I’d used to keep the chef and his crew from seeing inside, there she was.
Her head rested on the back of the jacuzzi as her body and arms were submerged under water.
Tranquility was written all over her beautiful face.
The stillness that she was basking in, I wanted the pleasure of enjoying too.
So, without interruption, I removed my briefs and stepped closer to the jacuzzi. Unfortunately, she heard me coming.
“Well… hi,” Lyric spoke, softly.
My hard dick pierced the air in front of me, dangling over her head as I looked down at her.
“Hi.”
I lowered my feet into the water one after another. The warmth was inviting and so was Lyric. Even though she was next to me, she felt so far away. I reached over and pulled her in my direction, not stopping until she was sitting on my lap.
Face to face. Nose to nose. Skin to skin.
We sat in silence, listening as the jets on the large tub made the water bubble and pop.
Lyric’s hands wrapped around my upper shoulders as she watched me intently.
If there was nothing else crystal clear in my world, the fact that she belonged to me for the rest of my years was.
That alone made me excited just to see another day – especially knowing she’d be a part of it.
“Did you miss me?”
“Terribly,” I confessed.
“You didn’t sleep long.”
“Because you didn’t stay long.”
Her eyes bounced around my face as we spoke to one another.
“Where do we go from here?” she asked before placing her lips on mind and then quickly removing them.
“Wherever love takes us.”
The tiny fabric covering her body was driving me insane. I wanted it off and her uncovered as she was before I went to bed. I’d dreamt about sliding into her oasis while sleeping, and I was ready to bring that to fruition.
With the tip of my index finger, I curled it underneath one side of the fabric covering her breast and pulled backward.
Her deep, dark pink nipple pebbled the second it was exposed to the night air.
I repeated the movement and freed her right breast next.
Her lips parted but before she could find the words to say, I placed the right tit in my mouth and then then left.
I divided my time in between the two of them as Lyric began to grind on my lap.
“Keanuuu,” she moaned. “No seeee… Oh my God.”
“Fuck all that shit you talking,” I told her as I lifted her from the water slightly.
I pulled one string and the entire bottom to her swimsuit fell from her waist. Her bald pussy stared me in the face and thought my mouth watered at the sight of it, I was dying to get inside of her.
I lowered her back into the water, placing my dick at her center in the process.
When I breached her entryway, I could feel her clawing away at the skin on my body.
“Baby,” she cried out. “Keanu, wait.”
“Nah. Ain’t no waiting. Shut the fuck up and ride this dick.”
No more words formed between us. Only movements.
Lyric used the ledge, we’d both sat on that was built inside of the jacuzzi, for stability.
With both feet perched on top of it and on the side of me, she obliged.
Her thick, wide frame smacked against the water each time she lifted and lowered herself back onto me.
When I tried stretching my neck for the view behind her, imagining it was as wild as the movements she was making, I felt her hand on my chin. She forced me to straighten my neck and focus solely on her face. The sound of her ass slapping the water continued, driving me mad inside.
“Eyes on me,” she demanded.
Unable to contain the beast within me, I grabbed Lyric by the neck, squeezing as I whispered in her ear, “This pussy gone make me lay some shit down. Don’t play with me or I’m going to be a big fucking problem.”
Without releasing my hold on her, I gave her my eyes again as she’d requested. The smile that appeared on her lips held the same joy that I found in her orbs.
“I shoot well, too, Keanu. Stick my dick in anyone else and you’ll both find out,” she warned, not bothering to whisper.
Utterly obsessed with every fucking thing about her, I lifted her from the water with one hand around her neck and the other underneath her ass. We were still connected, still one, when I laid her on the wooden planks and thrusted into her without remorse.
“Cum on this dick,” I instructed as spread her legs and thumbed her clit.
Once it was lubricated with her wetness, I slid it into her ass knowing that it would have her body convulsing in seconds.
“I want to feel you in there,” she whimpered, looking straight up at me with those big, doey rounds.
Not quite comprehending or finding it hard to believe, rather, what she’d just requested, I asked, “What the fuck did you just say?”
“I want to feel you inside of me… back there.”
“That’s not what you want,” I warned, mostly because it was something that I was unsure of myself.
At thirty-seven, the request had been made several times by women I’d been involved with, but it was always one that I ignored.
This time, though, I was strongly considering it and only because of the person it was coming from.
If I was to experience such a forbidden act with anyone, it would be her.
“Yes. Please. Please, Keanu.”
“It’ll hurt,” I informed her.
“I don’t care. Stick it inside of there.”
“Lyric, baby,” I tried talking her out of it.
“Please,” she begged, leaning forward and removing my heavily coated dick from her pussy.
Its slipperiness caused it to fall from her hand, but she quickly scooted upward and grabbed it again.
Seeing as though she was determined, I didn’t stop her when she placed the dead of my dick at her asshole.
Because I knew that there was no escaping her desires, my job quickly shifted to making the experience as pleasurable as possible for her.
I focused on her lubricated clit in an attempt to trick her brain into ignoring the pain that I was about to cause her.
As I thumbed her clit, back and forward, nearly bringing her to her peak, I slid into her ass, securing my spot and marking new territory.
“Fuckkkkkk. I’m cumming!” she screamed.
It was far too late for me. I’d already came.
The tightness of her ass milked my dick for everything it had, almost. Too invested to pull out or end things where they were, I leaned forward and placed my lips onto hers.
Lyric’s tongue parted my teeth and began a very slow, methodical dance with mine.
Just like that, we stayed attached until I felt that she’d come down from her elevated state.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded when I turned her loose.
There was nothing left to be said. I stuck my index and middle fingers as far into her pussy as it allowed, and worked them upward while stroking her asshole, simultaneously.
“Fuck,” I grunted, trying to keep my composure.
She felt so good. Her pussy creamed, keeping me lubricated as I got acquainted with a new hole, one that I wouldn’t visit often but would seemingly enjoy the time that I did spend inside of it.
And that was the motherfucking issue with Lyric.
When that pussy of hers was involved, she could get whatever she wanted from me, out of me, and through me.
I couldn’t deny her. That’s why I’d tried to keep my hands to myself this trip, but it wasn’t possible.
We were on such a beautiful island, and I wanted to make beautiful memories with my beautiful woman – looking at her beautiful face while I made her beautiful pussy spit up on my dick.
Now, I was paying for it but the price was marvelous.
It had me on the brink of my second nut.
“Shit, I’m ‘bout to cum again,” I announced as her pussy began to shower me with her feminine ejaculation.
In a steady, constant motion, I rubbed the soft skin of Lyric’s back while watching as our plane descended.
Our time in Maldives had ended and it was back to reality for us both.
The dark Channing sky met us with open arms. As the wheels of the plane pounded the ground with a thud, Lyric awakened from her sleep.
“Babe,” she called out to me, eyes still closed.
“Yes, we’ve landed,” I confirmed, already knowing what she was about to ask.
Her naked, flawless frame rose from the bed, quickly rushing toward the window that she lifted for proof. A sadness coated her round spheres when she returned around again. We shared sentiments.
“I don’t want it to end,” she sulked.
“Neither do I,” I agreed.
“Spend the night?”
“We’re not spending the night anymore, Lyric. My home is yours. Come when you want. I thought I made that clear?” I asked, pulling her closer to me.
“You have. I don’t want to go home first. I want to stay with you,” she whined, pursing those pretty lips of hers in the air.
“Then, you’ll stay with me. I’ll arrange for your car to be brought to my house and put into the garage until you’re ready to go home. Let’s get dressed because you’re making my dick hard again. I’d rather get you home before I start thinking with my little head, again.”