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“ Y ou smell nice, Alex. Who are you wearing?” I gave him the compliments he deserved.

He smelled as good as he looked so why not let it be known.

I wasn’t a jealous woman, either, so if Tristan received the same kind of compliments, I would simply pat myself on the back.

I purchased his colognes because they were ones I found alluring. He respected my judgment.

“YSL Myself. Simone bought it for me. She likes the scent Tristan wears. She was excited to know we were paired with you again so she could get the name from him,” he responded, not knowing he was making the decision of this being their last encounter with the Malores that much easier.

Simone wanted my husband, and I picked up on it quickly.

Tristan knew how to absorb another person’s attention without trying.

I was sure Simone was one of those that fell for him without realizing that was just his aura.

He was a dominant man and a sexy one at that.

However, it was me tatted on that man several times over.

Our union was too strong to be broken by a gift .

“She’s the cutest thing,” I said actually meaning it. I was flattered by her want for my husband. It meant I chose right.

“Yeah, her pretty ass makes a nigga day. Have you eaten anything yet?” he countered.

“Just breakfast and that was like at maybe six or seven this morning. I’m lowkey starving. What was you thinking? A light lunch?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Out or in?”

“Uhm, in. I want to unwind a tad bit before we go get these massages.” He gave a quick nod and carried our luggage to the small closet in the corner of the villa.

Kicking off my heels, I stood in the middle of the room waiting for Alex to come and undress me. Catering to me was something he did without question. He was a man that didn’t need a handbook on being a gentleman. I appreciated it. He was one of the kindest men I’d received as a gift.

As he approached me, he carried a small smile while taking in my frame.

He wrapped his arms around my waist giving a light squeeze while planting kisses on my neck.

Permission was granted for his lips to touch anywhere from my neck on down.

As a man, he used it to his advantage and showed as much physical affection as he could. I giggled once he got to my spot.

“I lowkey missed your laugh, gorgeous. It’s quite infectious,” he spoke against my flesh.

“Thank you.”

He squatted in front of me and started at my feet.

A trail of kisses started from my toes as he eased my dress up my curvy canvas.

The pecks against my skin felt delightful.

They were tender and a little wet. He couldn’t help but lick the area before kissing it.

He did this until the fabric no longer clung to my body.

I was left in an orange lace bra and panty set. It went with the outfit.

“I never get tired of seeing you in bright colors. It makes the chocolate pop.”

I erupted with laughter. Alex knew how to bring a smile to my face for sure. This time was much like the last. He focused on me having a good time and not just sex. That was something I applauded him on. Sex was had, but it wasn’t the center of our evening.

“Pop, huh? Well, thank you, again. Our massage appointment is at three. Are you good with that?”

My breasts were freed with my kitty being next.

He took a few steps back and let his focus roam my body.

His head fell to the right at a slow pace while a smile crept on his mouth.

His teeth tugged on his bottom lip, and I saw a hunger develop in his eyes.

It was the same reaction from my last anniversary.

“You are an extremely gorgeous woman, Naomi. Oh how lucky your husband is to have claim over you.”

“It’s the other way around, Alex, but all compliments are appreciated. Shall we shower?” I asked leading the way to the bathroom.

I was far from being uncomfortable. However, I wanted to enjoy my time on the island as I always did.

Alex was a great pastime, but it was limited and to make the most of it, we had to keep that in mind.

Before we knew it, the morning would be greeting us, and my anniversary gift would be returned to sender.

Entering the bathroom, I turned the knobs for the shower, setting it to a relaxing temperature. I went to step inside but was stopped by Alex’s arm snaking around me. He could never keep his hands off me.

“I need you to do something for me before we share a shower together, beautiful.”

“And that is?” I couldn’t deny how fast my curiosity spiked. I knew how spontaneous he was, so I was more than intrigued.

“Watch me for a minute but play in that sweet shit while doing so.” His voice dropped a few octaves, and that low barrow tone was present.

A fire was lit in my center that quick. Watching a man get off had always been a thing for me.

Tristan was my first, but I couldn’t stop watching videos of men masturbating for the life of me.

After me and my husband got together, I requested a nut video from him, and he sent one like clockwork at least once a day.

It did something to me and the low moans they offered while doing so had my body on fire. I loved to see it.

I never expressed my likes or dislikes so the fact that he presented this made me feel like he studied enough women to know what turned us on.

Nodding, I turned around and ran into his chest. He’d removed his clothing as well and his muscular physique was on display.

My gaze traveled his frame appreciating the six pack along the path to his manhood.

It rested comfortable along his leg causing me to inhale deeply.

That was another thing him and Tristan had in common.

They both were blessed with a dick that found my g-spot with ease.

Alex just didn’t know how to stay put but my husband catered to me the second my body was offered to him.

Men would be men but the one who gave me his name knew it was more to it than getting off.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous,” he said cuffing my face and bringing it to his. A single peck was placed on my forehead before he stepped around me.

Taking a seat on the very large tub, I planted both feet firmly on the tile, then spread my legs. Alex entered the shower, leaving the door open. I had a clear view of him and everything he had to offer. His gaze found mine and never left.

He stood under the shower head stroking his shaft at a slow and steady pace.

My fingers caressed my clit in circular motions.

I wanted to close my eyes so damn bad, but he would only demand my attention.

The sight was definitely one to see. However, being a sucker for a dominant man tended to make me submit to the simplest things.

“Slow down, beautiful. Rushing to the finish line takes away the enjoyment,” he coached.

I slowed my movements down to match his and seconds later we were in sync, both stroking with a purpose. Water cascaded down his frame giving my thoughts a good scrambling. It was something… I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but Alex was making the self-pleasure more than a simple orgasm chase.

While he continued to stroke himself with his right hand, he pressed the automatic soap dispenser button with his left hand, and slow liquid began to race down his body. Finally closing the glass door, he shielded himself from me.

“Insert one finger but stay with me,” he instructed, and I honored his request without hesitation.

The glass was so transparent, every move he made was still seen without restriction.

As the soap traveled alongside the warm water, it provided the perfect lubrication.

Just from observation, I noticed how hard he’d become as his grip tightened around his veiny, yet evenly toned, dick.

It was firm but gentle all at the same time, causing his thick mushroom head to pop out as if it was in a game of peekaboo.

I was still following his pace, and the scene was driving me crazy.

It was sexy, sensual, and surprisingly soft.

The kind of scene that made you envision the many ways you’d cum from such physical touch.

It was the kind that ignited many fires praying the only relief came from his semen dripping down your throat.

It was in fact the kind that made your mouth salivate just from watching.

Alex was a good time, maybe even a great one, but there wasn’t a man on earth who would make me disobey the Malore rules.

My lips wrapped around one man, and he was nowhere within these four walls.

“You ready for another one, beautiful?” I gave a slow nod while trying to maintain eye contact. I was very much getting to that point. “Go ‘head and do that for me,” he said with low lids and eyes full of lust.

That wasn’t a problem because the added pressure applied was exactly what I needed.

Another finger slipped into my opening doing everything I needed it to.

Still in sync with his rhythm, the pace of his strokes quickened.

As my flesh became drenched in my wetness, my juices seeped out slowly to the crack of my ass.

For a brief moment, I closed my eyes to enjoy it.

My head tilted back, but Alex’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts before I could get lost in them.

“Fingers out, beautiful!” he demanded. That dominance was present once again.

I was seconds away from cummin’ but because I was so damn submissive in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but oblige.

“I said eyes on me. I’d hate for you to miss the show. ”

The Dunkins were well aware that this was our anniversary and celebrated a little different from others. They were here to fulfill a contract, and although they fulfilled it without restrictions or hesitations, this was still a timely exchange. He understood that and made every second count.

Alex’s movements sped up with him switching hands. His left was now wrapped around his shaft while his right was pressed against the shower glass for balance. He began to

flex his wrist up and down his tool, pulling more hunger and excitement out of me at the same time. I had to admit that I was thoroughly impressed by his hand and wrist combo. He was near his climax and that was the best part of the show.

The water continued to pour down his frame. You would think his vision was blurry by now, but he could see clearly. I only knew this because his eyes literally never left mine.

“Come here, beautiful. I need to taste you.”

His strokes were now faster than before and that moment I loved to watch several times over was creeping up quickly.

I sauntered across the room sliding the glass door back once I was in reach.

After stepping in, I placed those same two fingers with my residue all over them in his mouth.

The way his tongue circled them had my kitty pulsating like crazy.

Not even seconds later did his creamy fluids shoot out his thick mushroom head onto the shower doors.

It didn’t help that he added to the already pleasing aesthetic by moaning unapologetically.

I always found it mature when men let it be known something was pleasurable to them.

And even in the mist of everything, he maintained eye contact with me.

I was more than satisfied with how my anniversary gift started out.

“That was sexy, Alex,” I spoke barely above a whisper.

“If only I?—"

“Thank you for the very entertaining show, but we should shower and eat something. Before we know it, it’ll be time for us to get our massages.”

I didn’t let him finish that sentence. We only had a few more hours, then I would be back

in the arms of the only man who stole my heart. This wasn’t a social call to figure out when or where the next meeting would be or if I could offer anything more than this. I had a marriage I was committed to and a life I loved. Mistaking a good time for more than it was would never happen.

“We can get the massage, beautiful, but once that’s over, I don’t think I can keep my hands to myself.”

“You won’t have to,” I said winking at him.

Alex was respectful and every bit of a gentleman. I applauded him for having so much restraint thus far. Last year, I had three orgasms within the first hour. He was showing his patient side this go ‘round and it was appreciated.

“Naomi you’re a dangerous woman. You tempt me in ways I can’t explain. Just know I’ve been thinking about your pretty ass since your last anniversary. Tristan really is a lucky man,” he stated, bringing me into his embrace.

His dick rested against my thigh right next to my pussy, and I couldn’t deny how good it felt flesh to flesh. However, when the time came for us to get comfortable, a barrier would be in place. Cuffing my ass, he placed his face in the crook of my neck. For some reason, smelling me was a thing.

“We’re supposed to be showering, Alex,” I reminded him followed by a small laugh.

“Your scent is very familiar. I feel like this is the one Simone has been wearing lately.”

“It’s a popular scent, so I wouldn’t be surprised,” I replied.

I didn’t want to dig too deep into it and assume anything, so I kept it brief. Tristan already stated this would be our last encounter with them so if there was anything going on, it wouldn’t matter. They would soon be trashed and forgotten.