Ducane #3
“I know, Spot, chill. I was just sitting with it.” I leaned back to look into her eyes. “I feel the same way, probably more. I was miserable without you, Skye. There’s not a single instance you’ll find me with a genuine smile.”
We stood there in the quiet of having chosen each other again, officially this time, with a ring, a yes, and everything behind us.
She reached up and unbuttoned my shirt.
“No rush tonight,” she said quietly.
“No rush ever again.”
She took my hand and walked me toward the bedroom, hips and ass moving from left to right. I followed because there was nowhere else I had ever wanted to be, and it would forever be like that. Nothing was going to take me from her.
This time was different from the forest, and we both knew it before it started. The forest was hunger. This was patience, earned by everything we’d survived to get back to each other. This was us wanting to feel every second without rushing past a fuckin’ thing.
I lay her down and looked at her in the soft light, her hair spread out, her eyes on mine.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi.” I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
She laughed softly and pulled me down. Our lips met, and we stayed there a while, just her mouth and mine, all the time in the world to use it.
I kissed her deep, taking my time finding the spots that still worked, the ones I’d never forgotten no matter how many years sat between us, until she sighed into me.
When I finally pulled back, it was only far enough to look at her.
“What?” she whispered.
“Nothing. Just looking.” I ran my thumb along her jaw. “We got nowhere to be.”
Her hands reached up and worked my buttons, one at a time. The shirt came off my shoulders, and she dragged her palms down my chest, slow, learning me all over again. Goosebumps came up under her touch. This woman could light my whole body up without trying. I stood there and let her.
When she pushed me back and reached for my belt, even that was slow. She undid it, looking up at me, taking her sweet time, while my dick strained against my zipper like it ain’t get the memo about going slow. I helped her with the rest because my hands wanted in it too.
She dropped to her knees in front of me. She didn’t dive in either. She looked up at me with her hands resting on my waist. I gripped her ponytail, knowing it drove her crazy.
“Take your time,” I told her. When her soft hands wrapped around my dick, my head went back slightly.
“Every man on this island had their eyes on you tonight, Spot.” I massaged her chin and cheek with my thumb. Her glossed lips looked so damn good. “I missed this pretty ass mouth.”
“Well, let me show you why you’re the luckiest man on this island.”
Her warm, wet mouth swallowed me whole. Her nails dug into my thighs, and she went from Skye Campbell to throat goat in seconds. Her tongue rolled down the vein of my dick. I whimpered like a bitch, multiple times, when my head hit the back of her throat.
She stopped, kissed the tip, and stood.
“Sit.”
I did exactly what she said and leaned back as she went back to work, slobbering and taking her time like she had a point to prove. My head was gone. Toes curling. The grip I had on her hair was tightening by the second.
“Fuck, Skye. Eat that dick up.”
Her jaws suctioned and closed around my dick. I felt my nut rising like a pot of boiling water.
“Sugar Cane, don’t be stingy.”
“Shit.”
I exploded, and watched her swallow every drop.
“Gah’damn, baby.” I was panting and squinting at the ceiling when she sat up and clapped at her own skills.
I shook my head. This woman.
“Come sit on my face. It’s my turn.”
Skye removed her dress, and her full body came into view. She climbed up and squatted over my mouth. I inhaled her delicious scent before covering her lower lips with mine.
“Shit,” she said with a shiver.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and feasted. I could stay right here all night and never come up for air. I dragged my tongue gently along her center, and our eyes locked. That look made everything hit harder.
She gripped the back of my head and fed her pussy to me until she began to shake and moan my name loudly.
“Ouu Cane, right there, baby.”
I continued until she was cumming hard on my beard.
I picked her up and slid her down on my dick, and my toes curled again. She was so tight and wet, still clenching from cumming on my beard. I sucked on her neck, our bodies slick with sweat, and I couldn’t care less. I needed to write my name back on this shit.
“Fuck me any way you want, Cane.”
I kissed her hard as fuck and pulled her into me.
I drove up into her while I worked her hips down to meet me, our bodies slamming together until she was panting and cumming again.
I wasn’t far behind. We shared a sloppy kiss as she slowed.
I held her close, pressed my forehead to hers, and stayed there.
“Damn, I fuckin missed you.”
“I missed you, Sugar. Let’s shower and head to bed. We got flights to catch.”
I was dreading that shit. Tempted to push the whole thing back just to keep her here a little longer.
“You want to stay another day?” I asked. “I don’t know what your work schedule looks like, but I’ll cover it. Whatever you need.”
She paused on her way to the bathroom, with one hand on the doorframe, and looked back at me.
“One more day,” she said. “Just us. No app, no plans, no island. Just this villa and you.”
“Done.”
I’d have given her a month if she had asked. A day to do nothing but lay up with my wife was the easiest yes, I’d given all week.
We showered quickly and climbed in bed. The room was dark except for the moonlight. We opted to leave the music playing. Her head rested on my chest.
“Ducane?”
“Hhm? What is it?” I said, groggily pulling her closer, before pulling the covers over us as she snuggled into me.
“Nothing, I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be right here.”