Page 20 of Always Been You

Dyami

“ O h my God! This is crazy!” I exclaimed with wide eyes.

There was water that surrounded us as far as the eye could see. Marcos rented a yacht. Like a whole fucking yacht! I couldn't believe I was about to go to work instead of experiencing this.

“Come on. Be careful.” He beckoned me on with one leg on the pier and the other on the yacht to help me board safely.

When I stepped aboard, I felt roses under my feet. Immediately, butterflies swam in my stomach, and tears flooded my eyes.

“Wow,” I whispered.

He cracked a smile while he led me by the hand. We walked to the boat deck, and there was a table in the middle. It had a wine bottle chilled on ice. The table was covered in red fabric and wrapped in a big white bow on the side to secure the fabric in place.

He walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit down.

He grazed my arm as he pushed me forward, and the slightest touch caused electricity to flow through me at a violent level.

I think he felt it too. Now I wasn’t an easy woman.

I tried to throw my pussy at him last night, so there was no doubt what was happening.

No nigga had rented a yacht for me. I saw what Marcos meant.

When it came to him, there was just no comparison.

A server came out of nowhere, and I was so caught up in the scenery that he startled me. How could my eyes not be drawn to the thousands of red rose petals on the ground, the candles that illuminated the path to the table, the moon, the stars, and my sexy ass man sitting across from me?

“Didn’t mean to startle you folks. You book full access tonight. We will serve you through dinner service, then the Yacht is yours until the morning.”

“This is more than I imagined,” I admitted once the server left us.

“It’s what you deserve. I want our story to be our own. I’ll always be there to comfort you, but when it comes to what happens between us, especially the first time, it needs to be about us.”

His words penetrated me. I was so accustomed to suppressing my emotions, shelving them until they resurfaced at unexpected times. “I get it.” I nodded.

He filled my wine glass. “I’m glad because I thought you were about to kill my ass last night.”

“Hush.” I laughed. The energy fluctuated between light and white-hot from second to second. The soft breeze caressed my skin, and I swayed. The waiter placed our meals in front of us: steak, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. The steak was seasoned and cooked perfectly when I took a bite.

“Good?” He asked.

“Yes.” I nodded as my nerves came back.

“Do you remember our last night together?” He asked.

“Of course I do. I think about that day plenty.”

“I think about it every day.” He admitted.

“What do you think. How do you remember it?”

He laughed, “I remember you being my first. I’m sure you know that now.”

“I do. I think it was cute. Special.”

“Well, ain’t shit cute no more. I can’t wait to see your face while I’m inside of you. What you look like when I please you. How much of me you can take without begging for mercy.”

My skin flushed. I caught the hint that the light shit was over. Marcos was a man sitting across from me, and I did not doubt that what I experienced with him all those years ago would be nothing like this.

“Dessert?” The waiter came back. Marcos looked at me, and my lips glued together.

“We are done with the dinner service. Thank you.” Marcos peeled off five $100 bills and handed them to him.

Quickly, he started clearing the table. When he went to the interior of the boat, he emerged again shortly with four other staff members.

They all exited the yacht without saying a word.

We both stood, and I started to feel movement. I clutched onto Marcos.

“So, who drives this thing?”

“This thing is enormous. There is a captain on the other side. He stays in his quarters, and we have full rein of the boat. He will drive us out a bit, then dock it. He won’t be able to see us if we stay up here, or there are also quarters below us.”

“So, we can stay up here?” I hiked my brow. “I mean, the stars are beautiful,” I added, trying not to sound like my thoughts were dirty, because him entering me while I looked up at the stars was something I had been thinking about since I stepped aboard.

“We can do whatever you want.”

He closed in on me, and I quickly turned my back to look outward. My mind told me I was ready, but every time he came close, I was tensing. He pulled me into him by the waist. I felt his lips press against my collarbone.

“Why don’t we see the rest of the boat?” I said, quickly.

We walked into the interior hand in hand. We came to our suite. The bed was massive and spelled out in rose petals. The words he uttered to me last night were spelled out— last first time.

“I fell short on a lot of shit. I will never fall short on giving you the things you deserve, Dyami. I meant what I said. This is what I want. I may not be the first, but I’ll be the last. For me, you’ll be both.

That’s all that matters to me.” He spoke firmly, voice leaking in my ear, still behind me.

“I want to see you, baby. All of you.” He said, and I created some space.

I blew out a jagged breath. There was no haste involved.

Unlike what I tried to make happen last night, this was slow and deliberate.

Marcos waited patiently for me. He went to the side of the room where a plush white couch sat in the corner. He sat down, and his legs gaped wide.

I walked in front of him like I wasn’t a bundle of nerves. My dress was the first thing to go. It gathered around my heels. I bent down and tried to unclasp my shoes.

“Keep those on.” He instructed. I snapped back up.

Slowly, I unclasped my bra. My nipples hardened when the air hit them.

I was so turned on by the way his eyes were glued to me.

Lastly, I slipped out of my panties and stood bare before him.

I was anxious, but the way his eyes appreciated my body, my nerves were diminishing.

“You are a fucking goddess. More beautiful than words can say.” He rose and wrapped his right hand around my throat while he slammed me into his body.

Yes!

That was it. That was the pace I wanted. He kissed and nibbled on my lips. He pushed me back while he still had a grip on me and said, “I can watch yo pretty ass all day and I plan to.”

I couldn’t think about what he was saying because my body was on fire.

I gripped at his clothes to try to get them off.

His sexy full lips curled into a smile at my frenzied approach.

I wanted his clothes off, but his grip showed me who was truly in control.

His tongue ran the length of my collarbone, and his mouth slipped down to my right nipple.

He was moving painfully slow. I wanted that dick so bad, but when his finger slipped into my wetness, I came right there.

“She like that? What else she like?” He teased. In a quick motion, he bent me over at the waist. He dropped to his knees, and I felt his tongue slip through my folds. I gripped at the bed before me. When I was rising to my peak he stopped for a moment and I threw my head back to look at him.

“Gah damn, I can look at this pretty muthafucka all day. Your body is a work of fucking art, Dyami.”

What the hell was this man doing to me?

“Fuck me, Marcos. Please.” I requested unashamedly.

He picked me up and placed me on the bed.

He pulled my legs to the edge, ignoring my request, and put his face back in my pussy and went to town.

His tongue was surgical. A pure fucking masterclass on what eating pussy should be.

Two fingers alternating in and out at a steady rhythm, and his lips fastened to my clit, gauging the right amount of pressure to drive me crazy.

And he was, but I wanted more. I wanted to be pounded.

He detached and slipped his shirt over his head.

I rose on my elbows as he stood and took off his pants.

When I saw the bulge in the briefs, I knew he would do exactly what I asked for.

He had certainly developed more than I remembered.

He stared right back at me with confidence.

He wiped his hand down his face, clearing my remnants from his beard.

When he stepped out of his briefs and his dick sprang forward, my legs pushed me to the top of the bed.

I may have misspoken because he could do some damage. It was thick, meaty, and veiny.

“Where you going? Come here.” He teased, and I crawled to him on my knees without a second thought.

I took his dick in my hand and did my best to work it up and down.

I could barely fit my hand around him; it was so thick.

My body soared with anticipation. I lowered my head, and the grunt he let out was so sexy it pushed me forward.

I looked up, and his eyes fluttered closed briefly. Then he looked down at me.

“Damn, I been thinking about that pretty ass mouth on this dick since this morning. Fuck!” He leaned down and smacked my ass.

Like me, he was anxious, and he didn’t allow me to do much.

He pushed me back and pulled my legs back down and lined up to my opening.

He pushed forward with a gentle thrust. When he was met with resistance, he placed a kiss on my lips and moved to my neck.

“You know this my shit, now?”

“Fuck, yes.” I was trying to work a rhythm with him, but he was so filling, stretching my walls in ways they had never been.

“Damn, you feel so good. Open up for me, baby.” He paced himself at first until he was buried completely. “You think I’m gone hurt this pussy after I waited so long for it? Can I get my shit how I want it, baby?”

I nodded, lost for words, because the way he was already killing my shit but barely moving needed to be studied. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He took me to the closest wall and pinned me against it.

“None of that running shit, right here.” He coached as he started to move slowly. One hand on my waist for balance, the other on my neck to drive me, he picked up the pace. Over and over, he lifted and slammed me down like I weighed nothing.

“Oh my God!” I sang.

“Damn, already? That pussy must know who I am. Huh?” He continued to, and it brought out my competitive side.

He was huge, and truth be told, it wasn’t going to be my round to win, but I wasn’t going to bow out without a fight.

I started working my hips against him. His bottom lip went between his teeth.

“Ooh, I like that shit, baby. Get your dick then. Show me how you want this shit because I promise you we got all night. I’m gone take yo pretty ass upstairs and fuck you under the stars, and every surface of this damn boat.”

As soon as he stopped speaking, he was done letting me have my fun.

He placed my legs up even further around his shoulders, and that shit was too much.

He laid kisses on my ankles and legs to distract me from his depth.

It felt amazing, but I needed more time with him before I could take him like that consistently.

“Baby,” I whined. He picked up on my need for reprieve.

“I’m trying, baby. This shit is just so fucking good. I can’t wait to get lost in this muthafucka.”

He took me to the stairs, bent me over, and pointed my ass straight up.

From where we were in the opening, I could see the stars above.

When he entered me, I knew immediately that it was the position that would drive us home.

He threw his leg up on the step beside me on the right to get the perfect angle.

He secured my hands in his and held them behind my back.

He was hitting every crevice, carving out a place just for him.

I couldn’t say a fucking word. He was talking his shit, telling me how good I felt.

How he’d been waiting for me, but I was in a fog.

That man fucked me so good he made my body twitch every which way.

He was right, I would never forget this night.

As he pounded away and the saliva slipped from my mouth and made its way onto the steps, I had to admit Chante was right, too.

I just got some retarded dick and Jay ain’t have shit on Marcos.