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CHAPTER 7

“Y ou ain’t gone do your makeup?” Drill asked, stepping into the room.

Irritation was weighing me down because he was hinting at something without telling me what it was. I knew it, and I could tell from the way he was acting. Simplicity is something that can’t be taught and Drill isn’t a simple man. Everything he does, from what I know about him thus far, he does with a bang, to leave a lasting impression on anyone who graces his presence.

“Why should I do my make up Drill?”

“Why would you put on something sexy and not do your makeup? It ain’t gone take you long to put your face on, is it?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “How long do I have?”

“Take all the time you need, beautiful.” I grabbed my white cotton robe and tied it around my body before walking over to the other side of the bedroom to retrieve my makeup bag.

It never takes me long to do a soft beat any way but I slayed my face to perfection. The wispy mink, mega volume lashes made me look so sultry and seductive. When my lash tech mentioned doing this style versus the traditional wispy look that I usually get, I was a little hesitant. Especially now, the viral trend going around are the girls looking like they’re about to take off when they bat their eyelashes but mine were opposite of that. They fit my cat shaped eyes perfectly, almost making this be my go to look from now on. To add a pop of color to my face, I did a closed lipped smile and applied my pink blush. Finishing off the look, I applied some brown liner to my full lips, before smooching them together to blend in my fortune cookie gloss from NYX.

I took a few bathroom selfies, and I was taking longer than I should’ve now, giving Drill something to complain about. The red Norma Kamali, fishtail gown from Revolve, hugged every curve and crevice in sight. My mid-section showcased my mini gut and my back was exposed, showcased my back roll. I paired the look with some gold trinkets, to compliment my skin and the sexy primary color. The icing on the cake was the shimmer body oil on my cinnamon skin complexion, making me glisten like a glazed donut. To finish, I spritzed on some That Girl, the viral vanilla perfume by Oakcha, enjoying its warm, comforting smell enticed with notes of vanilla, marshmallow and caramel along with other gourmands. The soft scents paired well with my body chemistry, but vanilla ouds are my signature scent anyway.

Waltzing inside the room, Drill was occupied with something on his phone, his neck craned, and his eyes were squinted. My heart was fluttering and butterflies swarmed around in my stomach awaiting his reaction. This felt so surreal and sweet, so much like a real date. Drill doesn’t blur the lines when it comes to making me feel sexy or waned. He does with ease, giving me the satisfaction and the extra boost of confidence to sashay around with my chin sticking out, feeling like the sexiest woman in the world. I’ve never had a doubt in my mind that my body wasn’t a fixture or a work of art, but Martavious Washington, gazes at me with so much love and admiration in his eyes as if he painted me himself.

“Damn,” catching his attention, his eyes bored over my body. A smile stretched across my face, warming my cheeks, and making them glow faintly. “God blessed me wit’ some good shit when he put you in my life, baby.”

“Thank you, daddy,” I beamed, laced in his lust. “I match your fly.”

While he took in my body in appreciation, I used this time to look over him. Drill is the kind of man you see in your dreams, making you wish he could wrap his arms around you and caress your body while rocking you to sleep. His shoulders were broad and flexed like Hercules, skin dark and smooth, so dark that the tattoos on his body were hard to see. The waves in his head swam deep, mimicking cerulean, blue ocean waves and his hair was lined up to perfection. That beard that would become drenched in my juices was thick and full. Gray hair strands peeked through the full mane, but he didn’t look a day over twenty-five. He looked good and fit for his age, making sure to maintain a balanced diet and dedicated a heavy schedule to the gym. His muscles looked ripped in the Marni silk dillies print, bowling shirt. On his toned lower body were a pair of khaki Bermuda shorts from Amiri. Laced on his feet were a pair of white Alexander McQueen sneakers. The diamonds dancing in his iced-out Rolex put every rapper to shame. He was utterly heart throbbing and such a fucking sight to see.

“C’mere baby,” he motioned with his finger for me to walk towards him. Being obedient, I treaded towards him and rested my hands on his big shoulders as his caressed my ass through my dress. “You smell so fucking good,” he sniffed me and groaned in satisfaction.

I moaned from feeling his hands go under my dress and cuff my pussy from behind. The dress had a high slit, so panties weren’t thought of when the curator designed the dress. My bald pussy would be vulnerable to exposure if I took a wrong turn or if a sudden breeze swept by.

“Princess, we ain’t gone make it, as good as you fucking look right now,” he muttered.

A playful slap was sent to the back of his head when he mentioned that. “I worked too hard on this make up for you to want to get nasty and I’m hungry, Drill. I can’t fuck off an empty stomach.”

He tapped me on the ass a few more times before gently moving me to the side so he could stand up. “You got a point. The last time we tried that, you sounded like you had to shit. It was the first time my dick got soft since fuckin’ with you.”

“Whatever.”

Lifting the end of my dress up just a tad, I slid my feet into a pair of gold Gianvito Rossi sandals and grabbed my phone before intertwining my hand with Drill’s. The strong hold from his touch sent a jolt of electricity striking through me, making my knees buckle.

* * *

“This place is so beautiful. I don’t know why we didn’t walk on the beach our first night here,” I stated with glee. “Can you see us coming back here or making this a seasonal thing around this time of the year?”

Drill shrugged, as we tittered on the beach. The sand tickled my feet with each step I took, and I was getting paranoid. It felt so weird, but I didn’t want to freak out and ruin the moment, so I settled for the joys of being surround by the beauty that God had something to do with. In the sky, the stars twinkled above us, witnessing this with us, embracing the moment that was nothing short of simplicity.

“Without the freak shit,” he glanced over at me and erupted into laughter, causing me to do the same. The words between us were unspoken, and we never addressed the elephant in the room. It’s not that I didn’t want to, but I wanted to choose my words carefully. I don’t regret what I did with Saira, but I doubt it’ll happen again. What conspired was a spur in the moment. At least I have the experience to know, I don’t want to try it again. It wasn’t bad, though it felt good and the thrill of it all held me captive, but it’s not something I’d indulge in frequently. My freak meter is low when it comes to that type of shit. The vibes Lover’s Island were giving is something all couples should experience. Drill and I were enthralled in the soft sand, clean air, good vibes and sexy atmosphere.

“Where are we going?”

“To feed you.”

“And you’re not hungry?” My brow rose and I turned my head to glance up at him.

“You know I’m always hungry for you baby. Unlike you, I can get full off pussy.” He retorted.

“I talked to Lira earlier today and she said something about me coming back pregnant. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Hmm.” He chuckled deeply. “If you not pregnant, that mean I ain’t do my job. I’ve been keeping track of your ovulation on your period app.” For proof, he pulled out his phone and went to the period app, didn’t try to hide his phone passcode and went to the period app. My mouth gaped open in shock at his revelation.

“Drill, what the?—”

“I went to the app store on my phone and signed in with your apple account. I only downloaded the app. So now the data syncs to my phone when you sync yours. I went and moseyed my way through all of your history. You even input the days we fucked. The end of December and January was a nasty ass month for us.”

My feet halted and my mouth remained gaped open as I snatched the phone out of his hand and observed the information for myself. This nigga is beyond fucking crazy and I’ve never heard of such a thing. Granted in the past, men would only ask for me to tell them when I my period was off, but Drill was taking shit too far.

“The fact that you don’t think this is crazy is insane!” I shrieked. “Drill!”

“You don’t want me to show you how really crazy I am about you, baby.” He pulled me closer and snuggled his chin in the crook of my neck and kissed on my lips. From the way his beard was tickling my hot spot, I hunched my shoulder up and giggled. To hold me in place, he pulled me backwards and slowly swayed us from side to side, with his tongue escaping his mouth to draw his name in cursive on my neck. “I’ll kill everything in the way of your happiness. This shit is deeper than sex, it’s deeper than love when it comes to you, girl. You have to understand I’ll fly across the moon and walk across water for you, Akira.”

My heart exploded in my chest. This isn’t the first time Drill has made me feel all these things without fully committed to a commitment. I became used to the treatment and figured he was showing me signs that he wanted something long term with me. His actions spoke the way he felt, but if only I could get him to tell me instead of assuming it would make this all better. I’m mature enough to handle the truth, and that’s the most I deserve.

“I can’t form the words to tell you how I feel about you Drill.”

“I feel it in your heart.”

“Wouldn’t you rather I told you?”

“It’s not a preference because you show me. You ought to know by now, I prefer actions over words. Talk is cheap and it don’t mean shit.”

Now the lines were blurred between us.

An anchor was weighing me down, but I fought the battle to stay afloat, despite his street talk. That’s what bothered me the most. He was a street nigga by heart and often spoke street code with me, making the lines blurry. Instead of killing the mood, I continued my stride, hand in hand, we led the way to our future. I’d hope to think this trip would lead to us confessing our feelings for one another. That’s the point in coming, because I wanted something serene, and the breath of fresh air is something we both need.

“What’s that over there?” I pointed ahead of us. “Oh wow,” I gushed. I didn’t know they did things like this out here. Jalisa didn’t mention anything about this. I see these type of things on TikTok all the time. Drill that’s beautiful!”

A few feet away sat a table set for two, a pristine white tablecloth adorned with silverware and wine glasses, ready for a special meal. An extravagant display of roses led the way, each bloom illuminated by the gentle light of the tealight candles. I could only see a portion, but it appeared that twelve dozen roses filled each vase behind the candles, their color a vibrant blur. The roses led to the table and a few feet away from the table was a rose shaped heart. It was so breathtaking and whoever planned this dinner would have the time of their lives tonight.

“Akira,” Drill switched my attention to him, away from the setting. “I need you to understand something. I’m a man first and a sucker for you immediately. I need you to walk with me baby and show me how to love you, show me how to treat you. Your body sends signals that I can't ignore. Forgive me for being cocky, but I got that figured out already. I know what I want and when it comes to you, I don’t um—” he cleared his throat and looked around as if there was an audience watching him. His nervousness seeped through him and came onto me like a wavelength, giving me all that energy. Out of nowhere, I felt my stomach hollow, and it felt like my heart was about to burst again. Being cultivated in Drill’s world makes me nervous. Taking it to the next level with him or the thought makes my knees weak. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that halts me from thinking he isn’t the man for me.

To ease his nerves, I reached up and caressed his cheek. Before continuing to speak, he placed his hand over mine and kissed it, then cleared his throat again. “I need you to allow me grace, while I figure this out. This relationship shit is all new to me and I know that’s what you want, but I need you to allow me some time baby. I’m a street nigga with a street mind set and I want to be the man for you when the time comes.”

Our eyes played ping pong for a millisecond before I broke the stare to dart my eyes elsewhere before landing them back on him. The heat between us was scorching hot and I needed to breathe.

“So, w-what do you want me to do Drill? Wait for you?” I stammered.

“Time is a virtue.” He nodded.

My mouth felt dry, like cotton. I pursed my lips to close my mouth shut for lubrication. He wasn’t asking for much and I couldn’t be selfish because if that’s what he wanted me to do, then there was no harm in doing that. I could do it for a while, but how long does one consider a while?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the misty air. With a slight head nod, he asked me if, I was sure. “I’m sure.”

“The last thing I’ll do is hurt you, Akira,” he mumbled gently. Concern was deeply washed over his handsome face.

“How long Drill? How long do I have to wait?”

Like I did earlier, he tore his gaze away from me and looked elsewhere, as if the answer was etched in the air.

“What is there to decipher, if in your heart you know that you want me?”

Like a magnet, his attention drew towards me. His hand met the cusp of my chin as he gently stroked it with the tip of his thumb, being careful not to smear my makeup.

“I don’t want to reveal the truth to you. I’m too afraid of what you’ll think of me. Akira having a nigga like me in rare form is scary, baby. I don’t know—” Pausing his words, he released my chin and put his fist to his mouth. Frustration was driving him crazy, because he couldn’t find the words to define his feelings or maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe he was holding back. Maybe he was deflecting, because that’s what men do… it’s a curse that men were born with.

“Drill,” I called him back to life.

“C’mere.” He grabbed my hand and we latched together again.

A tingling feeling started at my toes, then swarmed up my body, passing through the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach and lit a match to my fire. I felt a sting, causing me to see tears. My nails scratched through my delicate skin, and I clawed through my flesh as if I could grab my heart to cool it down. Reality sank deep when I noticed the surprise was for me. This was the gift from him to me and it felt so right, engulfed in this and experiencing this with him. Once again, those blurred lines were becoming noticeable because how can Drill expect for me not to want anything more with him, if this is what I have to look forward to? Despite the urge to stammer on his words from defining his feelings, I want this, but I refuse to accept anything less than what I deserve. I guess, for now this was a start for the both of us. My heart said a heavy prayer that only my mind could understand, and I strode along, wrapped in his lust and around his chocolate finger.

“This is beautiful. How’d you manage to pull this off.” I smiled as I reached for the woven rattan, patio garden chair. Drill slapped my hand out the way, with a scowl etched on his handsome face.

“Stop fuckin’ testin’ me. You don’t reach for doors when you’re with me. Any man who graces your presence should open doors for you and treat you like a fuckin’ queen…a sexy ass fuckin’ Princess. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” I was already seated, so I craned my neck to look into his eyes and submit. “I understand.”

Two handsome gentleman walked over to us wearing chef’s attire with our plates, covered with lids. My stomach growled because I could smell it before they removed the lid.

“For the lovely lady, and for the gentleman.” They placed our plates in front of us and bowed. “As requested, Mr. Washington, we have your wine of choice.” My preferred wine, Cooper's Hawk, was chilled in a bucket of ice. Drill didn’t care for the bitter taste. Matter of fact, he’d say I over hyped it, but my mama put me on to this wine many years ago and I’ve been a fan of it ever since. That product is unavailable in Memphis; therefore, I typically place large orders through an alternative vendor. Following my request, a surf and turf dinner, complete with garlic mashed potatoes was provided, seemingly fulfilling an unspoken expectation. Drill ate like a man, a Tomahawk steak, mashed potatoes and asparagus and grilled shrimp would please his appetite.

“Drill,” I sighed. “This is all too much. How did you do this?”

“Do you have to know everything?” His brow rose. He didn’t wait for an answer; he grabbed a Tupperware knife and fork to cut his steak.

“I don’t,” I replied, with a giggle. “But this is so pretty. How did I not notice this set up when we drove past them earlier?”

He shrugged. “I have my ways of getting shit past you.”

Satisfied with his answer, I indulged in the feast before me. To annoy Drill, I picked and played with the medium well-done steak on his plate and stole a couple of bites. I dabbed at the corners of my mouth with a napkin before opening my mouth to speak.

“It’s so nice creating memories with you. I guess you’d call this a baecation?”

“Is that what they call it?” He seemed nonchalant by the viral term but interested in what more I had to say.

“Yup, because I’m out with my bae.”

He nodded his head, giving me a closed lipped smile. “I’m glad them niggas came out wearing clothes and not with their dicks out.” His comment about their attire nearly caused me to choke on my food.

“Wait,” I erupted into deep laughter. “What do you mean?”

“When I reserved this, there’s an option for you to check mark if you prefer them to serve you naked. The more I see how these muthafucka’s really get down out here, the more shocked I become. I’d flip all the shit over if them niggas served us with their dicks swanging and shit.”

“Then you’d have us banned and arrested.”

He shrugged again. “Jalisa and Lucky freaky as hell.”

“Don’t I know it,” I grinned.

“How’s your lobster? I told them to put that garlic butter shit on it that you like.”

I nodded in approval. “It’s really good. You know I’m picky when it comes to my seafood.”

“That’s why I warned them niggas ahead of time not to fuck it up.”

“Well, thank you baby.”

He took a sip of his beer and leaned back in the chair. His eyes were low and red making his high from earlier appear evident now. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Do you think this feeling will be the same when we leave here or is just the aesthetics that has me enthralled in the moment?”

“What you mean?” Using table manners, he placed his hand into a fist and put it in front of his mouth to belch.

“I mean,” I blushed. “The butterflies… the anticipation… everything.”

The sound of the silverware clinking against the Tupperware plate, jolted his attention away from me. “Between the both of us,” he nodded.

“I’ve been on the moon with you here with me.”

The feeling was similar to a euphoric high. Drill was making me high, captivated in his world, and urging to explore him deeper. He was the one. I’ve never felt this with any other man before. I felt like the silly schoolgirl in middle school, daydreaming and drawing doodles on college ruled notebook paper with his name trapped inside of a heart. This was mysterious and made me wonder how I fell for him so fast after having a disdain for him. Still, he didn’t let up and continued to pursue me with a cocky confidence as if the future lied in his palms.

“I make you feel like that baby?” He sexily smirked.

I nodded then scooped up more mashed potatoes, trying to eat pretty and dainty, when I wanted to devour this shit.

“I want to know more about you… I know you don’t like to be ruptured by the past, but it would help me put the pieces of the puzzle together when it comes to you.”

“You think I’m a puzzle piece?”

“The only thing I know about you is that you have good dick, and you give good booty massages.”

I mentioned, making me chuckle, I joined him immediately after because his deep laughter was contagious.

“I’m a pretty boring guy, baby.” He shrugged. “Besides my business and maintaining to keep that afloat, I don’t do shit else, but work come home to you and fuck you. That’s my life.”

“You do realize women lure after you Drill. You’re so sexy… so fine…fucking breathtaking.” I replied before reaching for my glass of wine. The bitter taste kissed my throat, causing me to pop my tongue against the roof of my mouth. My nude gloss stained the rim.

“Anytime we’re out, no matter where we are. When you’re cutting my grass and the mailwoman runs, she sometimes lingers a little longer and puts a little more switch to her hips, imposing as if you’re looking or like the time you came to the food bank with me to volunteer and women were lusting over you, laughing at the silliest shit you were saying and touching your arms all in your face, bending over in front of you on purpose and shit?—”

He erupted into a deep laugh again, making me pause with a frown seeing the scenes appear in front of me very vividly.

“Cut that shit out,” he spoke.

“No,” I sucked my teeth. “I’m serious. I’m just too much of a businesswoman to check a bitch when it comes to you. You’re like a pussy magnet and bitches flock over you.”

“It ain’t much different when it comes to you.”

“Does it bother you?”

He grabbed a toothpick from the container and put it in his mouth. “Akira, I’m the one fuckin’ you. You’re the one riding this dick. I suck my nut out of you, bae. It ain’t a nigga walking the face of this fuckin’ earth who can reap the benefits of imagining that.”

I tittered and pointed my fork at him. “Remember at one point, you imagined it and look where I am now?”

“It ain’t no nigga after me though,” he spoke cockily.

With a shake of my head, I peered my eyes over at him and sipped more of my wine. I could see through the bottom of the glass. There wasn’t enough for a swallow, so I reached over and poured me another glass.

“You want to try it. The taste is bitter, but it’s really good.”

“My nigga told me this story,” he chuckled at the thought. “He said one night his girl poured him some wine then a few glasses later he started feeling like a bad bitch,” he snickered.

“Wait,” I cackled. “I don’t know about that, but it will definitely give a buzz. Here. Try it.”

Not giving him time to decline, I grabbed another glass and poured him some. Instead of feeling it to the rim, I gave him enough to sip on.

“How does it taste?”

He grunted at the bitter taste. “Let it sit on your tongue and taste it,” I instructed him. Following my instructions, he nodded his head when the after taste kicked in and popped his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“This that shit you went crazy about the other night when you ran out?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing close to this, but I like Stella Rose.”

“Shit is ‘ight, but it ain’t nothing to go crazy about.”

“Drill, please,” I scoffed. “Wine and a bubble bath after a long day of work, is the best thing. I’m sure it’s similar to that stank ass weed you be smoking.”

“I guess,” I mumbled. “If you want to put it that way.”

“Can you believe this is our last night here?” I sulked and dramatically threw my head back. “I don’t want to go back home and face the music.”

“You like the water? This shit is new for me.”

I smiled, showcasing my love for the cerulean, blue water and fresh air. My cinnamon skin beaming from the sun blazing on my body. Every year I try my best to take a major vacation because teaching can be so demanding. Between dealing with the children at the homeless shelter, signing major deals for funding, I plan months ahead. When people take days off just to sit at home don’t sit well with me. I need a breather, and I make sure to do it by seeing the pleasures life has to offer.

“Do I?” I bucked my eyes. “I love the water so much. Next year, I want to go Turks and Caicos.”

“I still have to get used to this shit, you know what I mean… seeing life and living. Being locked up for so long fucked me up. I felt like I missed out on a lot.”

My smile turned to a somber one, because I felt bad for him. He was a prisoner for almost a decade and being stuck behind bars probably crushed him, more so traumatizing if anything else. I sat my glass of wine on the table and walked over to him. With open arms he welcomed me and rested my butt on his dick. It twitched under my butt, feeling my pussy greet it. Gently placing my hand under the cusp of his chin, I ran my fingers through his beard, feeling the thick and course hair under my almond shaped nails and stared deeply into his eyes.

“We can explore the world together. Just us two?—”

“Maybe three,” he smirked. “Me, you and my seed.” He removed his hand from my thighs and touched my stomach. The thought of bearing his children made my womb flutter, but the future awaits.

I gazed into his eyes, feeling myself becoming succumbed to his love. His coffee brown eyes held so much pain, pain that I wanted to scoop inside of my hand and bury it away. He was such a beautiful creature…damaged with scares, but still beautiful.

“Drill,” I took a deep breath, releasing the anchor that had my feelings in a choke hold. “I need to tell you something, but after the conversation we just had, I don’t know how you’ll feel.”

He smirked. It was a lazy smirk. His eyes were low and red now. “Wassup, beautiful?”

Hesitation swept me off my feet and I landed flat on my ass. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would lure through my chest, or he could hear it. Nervousness was never my enemy, and I always kept confidence, tightly knitted around my body like a shoelace. In the past, admitting my feelings for a man wouldn’t be on my list of regrets, but it’s the way they treat you like shit after doing so, that’s why I’ve always kept them in my back pocket and went everything feeling optimistic, but I needed Drill to know this. I need him to know that I love him.

Reading my body language, he placed his free hand on my back and rubbed it up and down, giving me relief and comfort because I sure as hell needed it.

“When Jalisa and Lucky mentioned us coming here, I was so excited, because I knew this would be the place for me to confess how I felt about you. You know me and you know I’m stubborn. When this started with us, I tried to bottle my feelings up, but the more we talk on the phone, the more I consume your good energy and be in your space, I can’t help but develop a soft spot for you. Through these last few months, I’ve fallen for you. I’ve tried to fight it, but it’s hard. I’ve come to terms, that I love you, Drill.” I released a shaky breath. “I love you so much.”

Batting my eyelashes, I felt something wet hit my cheek and it wasn’t until I realized I was in my purist form, giving him my everything… surrendering to him. His Colgate white teeth bit down on his bottom lip as he dabbed under my eyes gently, to keep my makeup from smearing. I felt safe with him. I always feel safe with him. The world surrounding me is riddling with evil casualties, murder and mayhem, but being around Drill I get to hum on a cloud and experience a soft girl era in the bliss of his touch without a doubt in my mind that he isn’t the man for me.

“You’re even beautiful when you cry,” he murmured. “I wonder what I did to fucking deserve you, mane. All the fucked up shit I did in the world and God placed you in my life, I don’t fucking deserve you,” he looked off to the side, muttering, almost as if he was talking to himself.

He turned to face me; the tension in his body was palpable as his jaw worked, a furious expression etched on his face. When he pinched the bridge of his nose he cleared his throat, before parting his mouth to say, “I don’t know how to love your heart yet Akira, but I know how to love your body.”

My heart felt like it wanted to crumble. Sensing my disdain for his choice of his words he used reassurance as a crutch. “I just need time to get my thoughts together. This… you… is all new to me.”

Nodding my head at his truth, I gave him a soft smile and rested my head on his chest. “I hear you. I understand,” I muttered.

I closed my eyes and faced the darkness behind my lids. The feel of his heartbeat drumming against my heart collided with the ocean waves. Feeling his hands caress and gently squeeze my body was a feeling that I’ve became used to in these past few months. Drill gives the best booty and body rubs. With no intentions, we always end up fucking after them and this would be no different, but the scenery was making me question if I was bold enough to take that leap. My clit thumped and the more his fingers kneaded my tender flesh, I couldn’t withstand the urge of wanting to feel his dick deep inside of me, stroking my pussy, marking his territory. Drill may have been right his dick can speak the words his heart can’t, and I’ll be crazy to think it didn’t have a mind of its own.

“Hmmm,” I hummed. “Drill.”

The cool breeze wafted past making the hairs on my back stand up and my nipples hardened through my expensive fabric.

“What’s the matter baby?” he spoke with concern etched in his tone. I didn’t have to look at him to see the deep V between his bushy brows. He always treated me like I was tender or fragile like a newborn baby, ready to come by side at any inconvenience if necessary.

“I need to feel you inside of me. I need to feel you licking and sucking on my pussy.” I whispered in his ear as if people were nearby, within ear sight, followed by a whimper.

He grunted and started licking and sucking on my back. “That’s what you want?”

“That’s what I need,” I stated, followed by a head nod.

“Right here, right now,” he asked for clarity.

Taking led, I stood up and motioned for him to unzip my dress. Once the fabric dropped to my feet, I held the front to keep my breasts covered. I turned to look back at him and he looked over my body with those deep brown eyes with appreciation and a glow. While pinching his bottom lip, he tilted his head to the side in deep thought.

“You know folks still be strolling on the beach at this time of night baby. You got some shy pussy,” he chuckled.

“I don’t care.” I removed my hands from the front of my dress, exposing my perky breasts. “Let them see you fuck me. I don’t care about people looking.”

He stood up and walked over to me then gently placed his hand on the cusp of my chin. “What done got into you? First you lettin’ bitches lick and suck on yo pussy and now this? I need to get you far the fuck away from here, huh?”

“It’s our last night here, baby. Why not go out with a bang?”

He tittered. “Go out with a bang huh?”

I nodded and my eyes followed him as he reached down beside him to dig in the basket. A gray, comfortable rug spread in his arm as he removed the tag. My heart thumped loudly through my chest. Sex with him always felt like the first time, even quickies, because Drill always touched my body with passion and talked mer through intense orgasms. Standing here now, my eyes held a glow as I watched him stagger in the sand with intent. Something felt different about tonight and I was all in with what the future holds for us. Coming to Lover’s Island held so much intent, with the likes of a mini baecay and I wouldn’t trade this in for nothing.