Chapter 11
Andrès
“This is nice, baby. I’m so glad that you brought me here. I almost don’t want to go back home tomorrow,” Kalli quipped as she accepted my outstretched hand.
I helped her out of the mineral bath and wrapped my arm around her, as we stepped off the wooden deck and back onto the lighted path.
“Well, we have to get back, but we’ll have plenty more trips like this one.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking up at me with those big, honeyed, soulful eyes of hers.
“I told you that I’m very generous, baby. That’s with my time, my money, my heart, and my efforts. The only thing I care about is making up for all the time we lost, and I know that I’ll spend the rest of eternity doing so because we can never get that time back.”
We walked back to our suite in silence. When we arrived, I noticed food had been delivered, candles had been set up on the balcony, along with the food, and a basket of chocolate-covered fruit and a larger basket that held bottles of Macallan, Dalmore, and Yamazaki, the peak of Japanese single malt.
“Baby, for real?” I asked, lifting the bottle of Yamazaki from the basket.
“You’re not the only one who can give good gifts,” she replied with a smirk.
I whistled when I saw the age of the Dalmore.
I knew that shit went for almost two grand.
It was twenty-five years old. The eighteen-year-old Yamazaki had to have her coming off just over a grand.
The Macallan, which was a twenty-five-year-old sherry oak bottle, was no less than three grand.
Those prices weren’t hefty to me, but I knew that she didn’t make a lot as a personal shopper.
She made decent pay, but that was about it.
“Baby, I’m not trying to check your pockets, and I know you make a decent living, but how the hell did your pockets get hit up like this? You spent no less than six grand on all this shit.”
She sauntered up to me, lifted an eyebrow, and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You don’t like my gift, baby?”
“Yeah, but I’m the one who does the spoiling around here. You good? You need me to put some stacks into your account.”
She chuckled. “You know, I always dreamt of having a man who could do stuff like that, but I’m good. Besides, I’ve made a few lucrative associates over the years, and I saved and invested my severance package,” she replied.
“That’s what’s up.”
“Come on, let’s eat dinner, baby.”
We sat on the balcony to a dinner of carne adovada, Santa Fe salad, and jalapeno skillet cornbread. It was served with a white wine.
Once we finished eating, she ran into the room, turned on some jazz music, and stepped back onto the balcony with me.
She stepped in front of me and tipped up on her toes. Kalli looped her arms around my neck and pressed a kiss against my lips. “You know why I love you so much?”
“Why?” I asked, kissing her back.
“Although I know that you love me, it doesn’t stop you from working hard to prove it.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my days doing just that.
I want you to be reassured of my love. Walking away from you during that time in my life may have been what I needed to do, but still, it was foolish.
I will be here doing what I need to do to make sure that you know that I love you, and you never have to doubt my love for you. ”
“Andrès, you don’t have to do that. I’ve always been assured of your love, even when you left me. I didn’t realize that your love for me was an intimate, erotic type of love, but I have never doubted your love for me.”
“Why are we waiting before you accept my proposal then?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me.
She tipped her head back to stare into my eyes, and I leaned down and nipped her chin before I consumed her lips. She was warm and sweet like honeysuckle. Every time I kissed her, she was eager for my taste, as though she still couldn’t believe we had transitioned from friends to lovers.
“Because.” She pulled back from the kiss.
When nothing more came, I lifted an eyebrow and shook my head. “Because?”
She stared up at the sky and then frowned for a moment before I heard people in the garden below us talking. I looked over the balcony, and I noticed that they were pointing excitedly.
I glanced up at a big blimp flying overhead. I leaned over the railing to get a better look before I could read it.
“I’m all yours if you’ll have me—Kalli?” I read. “What?” I turned around to say something to her, but she was standing behind me with her hand outstretched. She wiggled her ring finger with the engagement ring I purchased sitting at the tip, covering her fingernail.
“I mean, I guess I’ll marry you.”
I walked toward her and slid the ring further down her finger until it fit snugly. “What do you mean, you guess?”
“If it doesn’t work out, we can always get an annulment.” She teased me.
“That won’t work. I’m marrying you for life.”
I kissed her lips and welcomed her moan into my mouth. That shit was doing something to my erection, and there was only one place to take this.
I untied her bikini top, and it fell into my hands. She slid her hand into my swim trunks and dropped to the floor as she tugged them along the way.
“Baby.”
“Hmm?” she mumbled as she licked her lips.
“Baby.”
“Yeah?” she repeated as she pulled my dick from my swim trunks.
“Baby, you ain’t gotta—”
Too late. She had sucked my shit into her mouth like this was the Last Supper, and she was praying for the resurrection.
I closed my eyes, unable to mumble a word.
The way that Kalli worked her way around my dick didn’t seem like she was unfamiliar with sucking them.
I could have sworn she told me that she and Remy didn’t do that shit.
If she didn’t do it with him, then whose dick had she been sucking? Jealousy and pleasure warred in me for control. My hips rocked back and forth, loving how she sucked me further to the back of her throat. My balls tightened, ready to send forth my release.
At the same time, my hands gripped her hair so tightly that I could have snatched her ass bald. My dick grew angrier, longer, and harder, shoving its way down her throat in a punishing manner.
She made loud gurgling noises, pulled back, spat down my dick, and took me in again. She deep-throated my shit and worked her hands over my balls in a beguiling manner that had nothing to do with being a neophyte.
Tears sprang to my eyes, and that shit pissed me off even more.
I didn’t fucking cry. Hell, when my stepdaddy kicked my ass out, and I had to travel over two thousand miles to get to my father, I hadn’t cried.
When my family’s dog died when I was seventeen, I hadn’t cried.
When my grandmother passed away, I had shed a few thug tears, but not immediately.
This dick-sucking nymph had elevated my emotions to a new level. Not only was she commanding the waters of her mouth and gushing pussy waters whenever she rode my shit, but she was also compelling tears into my eyes—gahdamn!
I pulled out of her just before I bust a nut, and I jerked her ass up from the floor. Grabbing her by her arm, I all but dragged her to the bedroom.
“You’re being a little rough, baby,” she stated when I shoved her onto the bed with her back to me.
I grunted, grabbed her leg, and lifted it onto the bed. I kneeled behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and ate that pussy like it was a pack of peanut butter crackers. When she screamed and creamed, I demolished her ass like it was a gourmet dish plated by Chef Gordon Ramsay himself.
Kalli cried out, shook, and damn near made her ass clap. When I finished, she had skeeted everywhere, fucking up the sheets, coating my beard, and drowning my lips and nose with her juices.
I pulled back and pushed her back onto her belly again.
This time, I slid easily into her wet, Niagara Falls ass from behind.
Her walls tightened around me, giving me a warm and snug fit.
I never wanted to leave her sugar walls.
Yet I knew that I was being a bit too rough with her, and if I didn’t ease up, I might mess her up and have to take a sabbatical so that she could heal.
I reached up and grabbed her long, red hair and fisted it around my hand. I jerked her head back, ignoring her shriek as I pounded my way home inside her walls. The connection between us was so secure, I couldn’t tell where her ass started and my nuts began.
“Aww fuck, baby. Why you feel so good, Kalli? Huh?” I asked, pounding her senselessly.
“Ungh! I don’t knoooww,” she whimpered.
I pulled up from the bed and pulled her along with me. I lifted her foot and placed it on the bed, while keeping the other one rooted on the floor.
“Touch yourself,” I whispered, grabbing her hand and placing it between her folds. She stroked herself and moaned as she thrust her hips forward.
It didn’t just turn me on to see her fucking herself with her fingers, but it clearly turned her on as well.
She slid a finger inside of her flesh along with my dick.
It slid across the surface, and she tried but failed to trace the veins on my dick.
The fit was too tight, and though she could get her finger inside of herself, she couldn’t move it.
I rocked up into her, gripped her hand, and dragged it everywhere I wanted her to touch herself. She moaned in extreme pleasure as I guided her hand and fingers over her nipples, rolling them and tweaking them until they were tight, hard buds.
She whimpered when I pulled her fingers down to her pussy again, coated them with her essence, and worked them back up her midsection all the way to her mouth. She sucked eagerly, excited to return her fingers to her sex for more.
I wasn’t mad or jealous about it. After all, I was hooked on her taste and scent too. I knew that the way that woman tasted could drive a man to delirium, so it wasn’t too far-fetched that she was driving herself to the brink of insanity.
We finally climaxed together. It was intense, filled with my low, commanding groans and her high-pitched, pleading moans. I shot off inside of her, and it didn’t matter to me that I wasn’t wearing any protection. We both knew the consequences.
I kissed along the side of her neck and fell onto the bed, pulling her on top of me.
“What happened?”
“When?” I muttered.
“You got a little aggressive for a minute, when I was giving you oral and even afterward.”
I stiffened. “I thought you said that the two of you never had oral sex.”
“We didn’t.”
“How many times did you do it outside of me?”
“This was my first time, Drè.”
“You sure about that? Because nothing about the way you sucked my dick felt like the first time. You felt like a professional if you ask me.”
“Well, I didn’t ask you, and eeww. Don’t make me sound like a whore.”
I chuckled. “Not even, baby girl. You’re just good about your shit. How’d you learn to suck a dick like that?”
“Plenty of porn, bananas, and imagining what felt good to you.”
“Gaahhhdamn! Girl, you did your shit.”
She rolled onto her side and faced me with a smile. “Well, what did you expect? I have to learn how to please my future husband.”
I winked at her and kissed her. Those words saturated my heart with love.