Page 67 of Serenity
“I think I’m okay now,” she smiled.
With Serenity walking ahead of me, I watched the tantalizing way her braids swayed in tandem with the fullness of her hips. The way I was ready and willing to bend her over at a moment’s notice at any given place was despicable.
Passion threaded with some indescribable sensation to have her close hooked into me. I wondered if she knew she had me like fucking puddy. I wonder if she could sense the lengths and depths I’d climb or dive for her. This could be our lives. Travel and exploration and ardent sex in different parts of the world…
“I was thinking…”
Serenity paused at our tent’s door, waiting for me to unlock it. “Yes?”
“Peru to do an Ayahuasca ceremony and see the Mayan ruins or Egypt to see the temples next?”
I wasn’t ready to return to the mundane of Paramour. Not yet. I wanted more paradise with her. More adventure. More splendor.
“Duke Stepford, I’m beginning to think you won’t ever let me go. You keep trying to hold me hostage.”
It’s you with the hold on me, Bee.
I chuckled, reaching over her to the keypad to allow us both entry. “I ain’t tryin to let you go. Not in the fucking slightest. I’m a smart ass nigga, but this shit between us is beyond my comprehension.”
“Would it make you feel better to know that the feeling is mutual?” She asked, turning around and pulling the string of her bikini top once we were inside our chalet. Instinctively, my eyes fell on her hardened nipples with bumble bee barbell rings. Those were new.
“I already know it’s mutual, Bee. When did you get these?” Slowly, I thumbed both her nipples. She freed her bikini bottom, letting the insignificant fabric fall to the floor.
“I bought them in Portofino. They made me think of you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, causing my already awoken dick to brick up further.
“I’d love to stay on this world tour of yours, but I need to get back to work. You’ve successfully abducted me from my entire life for nearly two weeks.”
“I did, didn’t I? I thought you were enjoying it.”
On tip-toe, she kissed me. My hands fell to her ass. Her arms draped around my shoulder.
“I was. I am, but duty calls. You’ve been able to juggle work while having fun. Everyone ain’t able.”
Stooping slightly, I lifted her, wrapping her legs around me while she dragged my dick from my swim trunks.
“You ain’t able because you chose not to be able,” I countered.
The ceaseless back and forth over her inability to delegate her tasks to the motherfuckers she kept on payroll was always circular. Serenity was a workaholic. Plain and simple.
“Everyone’s not a billionaire like you,” she clipped with a twirl of her eyes. Lifting slightly, she positioned my dick before lowering herself again.
“Yet, baby,” I groaned, moving her up and down before walking up to the wall near our bathroom. Using it for leverage, I slid in and out her pussy slowly before drilling into her without mercy. “You’re not a billionaire yet.”
“I wish,” she moaned, digging into my shoulders as I filled her repeatedly, watching as her eyes rolled.
“Stick with me, Bee. I’ll show you the ropes.”
GRAY AREAS
A month had gone by since my impromptu trip with Duke. Since returning to Paramour, we’d still been seeing one another, though not nearly as much as it were when we’d traveled together. Adjusting to the change in what had hastily become routine proved difficult. Vehemently and pitifully, I missed him.
The first few weeks back, I didn’t sleep much. Restful sleep, in fact, had evaded me until that second Friday night. Duke had given me a keycard to gain access to his place whenever I wanted. With the exception of the time he’d gotten sick, the card hadn’t been used. On that second Friday, I caved. My eyes were burning with a desire for rest, but my mind was restless. The softness of my body craved the rigidness of his.
Oversized sweats cloaked my limbs. Spritzed with Lost Cherry, my skin was sweetened to his liking. With the braids from our adventure freshly washed and coated in the scent of leave-in conditioner, I made my way to the penthouse suite of Gray Hotel.
It was just after seven at night when my feet soundlessly scaled the hall leading up to the top floor. Dolce & Gabbana Airmasters covered my feet. The pastel multicolored sneaker paired well with the casual sweatsuit I wore. A large box containing six variations of the design was delivered by my condo’s concierge upon my arrival back home. I couldn’t do anything but smile at the evidence of Duke’s generosity.
Though I waited for the elevator to clear, in my haste to lay up with my man, I bumped into the last person exiting.