20. Pretty
We had spent four amazing days on Sorrel Island, and we would be leaving this afternoon.
Drew had proven to not only be sweet, but a romantic at heart.
I loved that he had done this for me. My mind was still blown away by the fact that he’d planned an entire trip just to tell me he loved me.
I couldn’t imagine what he might do to propose.
My fingers flew to my lips as that thought crossed my mind.
I had promised myself after Cassius died that I would never remarry.
I couldn’t stand the thought of someone attempting to replace him, or becoming so attached to another man that I would risk depression and heartache all over again if he died.
Then I decided that I didn’t want to risk finding out that I really didn’t know a man after all again, the way I’d learned that lesson with Cassius.
Yet here I was thinking about marriage with a man I’d known less than one year. I rolled over in bed and stared at him as he slept. He was such a beautiful person inside and out. I traced the tattoos on his chest and then ran my hands across his abs.
Drew was pure muscle all over, and he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.
I knew that he still trained like he was playing in the NFL.
He got up at five every morning to work out and jog.
After his workout routine, his official workday would start with a pot of coffee as he sat down to research for the upcoming game on his computer.
He shared with me that he even worked out when he was away commentating games. No matter where he was, he found a way and a place to work out.
“What’re you doing, pretty lady?” he asked in a gruff voice as his hand gripped mine. It had been traveling toward his third leg.
I smiled shyly at him and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. “Checking to see if you were awake yet.”
He let my hand travel further south, and I jerked back. “Drew?”
“What?”
“What were you dreaming about, or should I say who?”
“If I was dreaming of anyone, it would’ve been you, but that’s my morning wood. You should know that by now.”
I straddled him and kissed him deeply. He gripped my ass cheeks and squeezed as he allowed his tongue to slide between my lips.
“What do you have planned for us today?” I asked, gripping his “morning wood” and sliding it between my lower lips.
“Mm. I think I like what you have on the menu. We can skip my plans and do this all day.”
I slid up slowly, with my hands planted on his chest, and made a sensual descent, twerking my hips as I went. “Oh, you want me to do you all day?”
“That sounds like a perfect plan to me.”
“Yes, but what if your dick falls off?” I asked, grinding against him.
He gripped my hips and thrust hard up in me. “Then you’d better tape that muthafucka back on and ride him slow and gentle.”
I threw my head back and laughed. He reached up and circled my neck with his palm and gave a light squeeze. I was surprisingly turned on by it, and I placed my finger and thumb at my clit and massaged it.
“You like that, huh?”
“I like everything about you, sir.”
“Good. Gimme some morning sugar.”
I lowered onto him, and he slid his hands under my ass and bounced me up and down on his erection while we kissed. He filled me, spread me wide, pulsated inside of me, and made his dick feel right at home within my walls.
I was of the mindset that maybe we could do that all day. That all changed the minute that he held my ass tight, flipped me onto my back, and spread my legs toward the headboard. Drew ran drills on my ass like he was on the football field running drills for practice.
I bounced, grew dizzy, my pussy clenched, and my nipples ached. He didn’t let up but continued pumping deeper inside of me, giving me everything that I yearned for and not holding anything back.
I clenched my muscles around him, arched my back to meet him, and drew him into another slow, seductive kiss. My legs tightened around his back as I felt myself on the brink of an explosive orgasm.
Just when I was on the edge, Drew pulled out and replaced his dick with his mouth.
“Ohh shit, Drew!” I screamed as his tongue snaked its way inside of my folds.
There was no holding back. He commanded that I give him the orgasm that had already been on the brink of releasing.
I gave it to him without question. He sucked me deep and hard, until he cleaned all the dew clinging to my lower lips.
Drew flipped me onto my stomach, pushed me up onto my knees, and pressed his hand into the middle of my back. He thrust deep inside of me. The sound of his balls slapping against my flesh and his dick stirring up my pussy turned me on. I knew that he didn’t have much longer before he released.
When a finger slipped into my ass, that was all she wrote.
“Got damn, Drew!” I screamed as he fucked me with his thick index finger.
My pussy clenched, and I came hard as I buried my face in the pillow.
He smashed my head with one hand, grabbed my thigh with the other, lifted it, and pumped hard until I felt his nut secreting inside of me.
When he finished, he smacked me on the ass and rolled onto his back, pulling me alongside him.
He kissed my head. “Is that wake enough for you?”
“I’m ready to go back to bed,” I replied in a tired voice.
He laughed. “Not hardly. We have to leave today, and it’s—a few minutes after ten. They should be bringing our brunch soon. Hop in the shower,” he ordered with a smack to my ass.
I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the shower. We were almost done washing when we heard someone knocking at the door. Drew rinsed, hopped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel.
By the time I made it out of the bathroom, I heard someone leaving and thanking him for his autograph.
I leaned lazily against the bedroom doorjamb, wrapped in a towel, watching him as he set a single red rose on the lanai table where our brunch was set up.
He turned and spotted me, and a lazy grin crossed his lips.
“Is that for me?” I asked.
“Is that for me?” he repeated, pointing at my body.
“It’s all for you, babe.”
“I thought you’d like to eat out here close to the flowers. I know that you’ve been enjoying them.”
“I have, and thanks for the art supplies again.”
There was some paint supplies included with the other items he bought me.
Each evening, I sketched something different.
The first thing he’d done was take me back to that cliff so that I could paint the view.
I had sketched a beautiful beach scene, some ruins on the island that we’d visited, and the garden.
I couldn’t wait to get home and paint them all.
I walked to the table and sat across from him. He’d ordered plenty of food, and I was glad because after our lovemaking session last night and our lusty screw session this morning, I had worked up a voracious appetite.
“This food is so delicious.” I moaned and shoved a forkful of sausage gravy and biscuits into my mouth.
“Glad you’re enjoying it.”
I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “I’ve enjoyed everything about this vacation, everything about you, Drew. I love you so much.”
“Not nearly as much as I love you, woman. Where do you see us in five years, Pretty?”
“You and me?”
“Yeah.”
“Hopefully, if we’re still together in five years, we’ll be married—with children.
Maybe we’ll be taking a vacation much like this one today.
We might be traveling to my father’s hometown in France.
Or we could be hosting charity events together to bless those who are less fortunate.
I’ll probably have an art studio, and you might have a series of football camps across the region for at-risk youth.
“We could be traveling through South America or the South of France. We might be knee-deep in soccer mom and dad duties or manning cookie booths in front of stores. Whatever we’re doing, I’ll be happy as long as I’m doing it with you, babe,” I declared, reaching out and grabbing his hand across the table.
We finished the rest of our brunch before we packed up. In the midst of packing, I stopped to use the restroom.
“What’s this for?” I asked when I returned from the bathroom. There was a large pack of Reese’s Pieces in my luggage, my favorite candy.
“Just a little treat for you on the ride to the airport.”
“You’re so sweet, babe. Thank you.” I waved the candy in the air.
“You’re welcome.”
“I’ve got something for you too.”
“What’s that?” he asked when I walked over and handed him an envelope.
“Open it.”
I plopped down in the middle of the bed and sat cross-legged. I watched his face transition from a curious smile to a beam of delight. He chuckled and held it to his chest.
“Aww, man. You’re cute, girl.” He walked to the bed and tackled me onto my back. “Did I tell you I love you today?” he asked, tickling me.
I giggled and spoke through my laughter. “Y-y-yes! Yes! Yes!”
He showered my face with kisses as he let up off me. “This is sweet. I’ll definitely use it,” he declared, waving the card that I created in the air. It was a list of scratch-off date night ideas that I would treat him to.
Just before we left our villa, he handed me one final envelope. “I know that I’ve given you envelopes during our stay here so that you could choose what our dates and adventures would be, but here’s one final one.”
I took it and slid my finger underneath the closure. I smiled when I saw the pumpkin-shaped heart.
These last few days were so much more than a vacation.
With my constant travel, I know that it can get lonely at times.
This is just my way of saying that no matter how far away I go or how often, I’ll always choose you and put you first. This is just the first of many adventures in our future, sweetheart. Love Drew.
“Tickets to Bora Bora, babe?
“Yes. Anything for you, beautiful.”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, slow and sweet, just as our ride to the airport pulled up. I was so thankful for this beautiful man that the Lord had sent my way to heal and care for my heart.