Page 42 of My Only (My First, My Last)

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“Wow.” I climbed the RV’s stairs, glancing behind me for only a second. “That was so much fun.”

Hassani smiled as he trailed up behind me.

The entire trip had been fun—an experience I never knew I needed.

I dropped myself onto the plush leather seating, kicking my feet up and smiling to myself.

I had totally underestimated how dope it was to live on the road.

Hassani gestured at the microwave. “I’ll pop some popcorn, and we’ll watch a movie on the flatscreen?”

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

It was Day 7 of our road trip, and honestly, I never thought I’d even make it past Day 1.

The night before we left, I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. All of that changed the second I stepped outside our house the next day.

Because parked in our driveway was a luxury RV—glossy white and silver, tinted windows, sleek as hell.

My jaw hit the floor.

Earlier that morning, Hassani had kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

I’d stayed in bed longer than I should have, dreading this trip, convinced this RV would be some dusty, cramped thing from the 1980s.

But when I finally stepped outside and saw it?

I should’ve known better.

Because my man was behind getting it.

“This is insane,” I said, walking up to it.

The RV was wide and long, but not too long—almost the size of a small box truck.

“Baby,” I said, watching as Hassani pulled my bag off my shoulder. “You sure you can drive this thing?”

“I got it here, didn’t I?”

“I know, but…” My eyes scanned the exterior. “Damn.”

But the inside?

Blew. Me. Away.

Hassani wasn’t lying when he said it would be like a hotel on wheels.

Plush leather seating. A massive, curved TV. Stainless steel appliances. Elegant stone countertops.

There was even a kitchen island in the middle.

I ran my hand over the white marble surface as I moved through the space, shaking my head in disbelief.

The private sleeping area had a queen-size bed and a built-in closet—perfect for storing our clothes.

But what really sold me?

The bathroom.

“Okay!” I hollered, pushing the door open.

Full glass-enclosed shower with marble accents. Sleek sink and toilet.

This was not the RV I had pictured.

I turned to Hassani, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt.

He smirked. “So?”

I ran up and jumped into his arms. “I love you.”

He hollered a laugh and tightened his grip on me.

“I thought you were gonna have me out here roughing it.”

“Aw, come on now.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I wouldn’t do that. Not when I’m planning to make this the best trip ever.”

And it had been.

Seven days on the road, and it hadn’t felt like it.

Every day, we moved from one city to the next.

Our first stop was The Catskill Mountains. We parked near a waterfall, grilled dinner over an open flame, roasted marshmallows, and I captured every moment on my camera.

The next day, we drove two and a half hours to Lake George and stayed in a lakeside lodge. The lodge was cabin-style, with a private dock overlooking the lake.

I watched one of the most beautiful sunsets of my life.

Later that night, we soaked in the hot tub, steam rising into the evening air as the lake stretched out before us.

We only stayed for a day, but before we left, Hassani had a surprise planned—a couples’ massage he’d booked ahead of time.

That next afternoon, he was brave enough to try pineapple pizza for the first time.

Hassani stared down at the six-inch personal pizza in front of him.

We were at a quaint little café, tucked away in a small town straight out of a postcard.

The kind of place that looked exactly like the logo on a camping gear brand—rustic, charming, smelled like heaven.

It was a beautiful day, not too hot, so we sat outside at a wooden table, ready to eat.

I knew I was ready.

I lifted my slice of pineapple and ham pizza and took a bite—my eyes widening, then closing as the sweet and savory mix lit up my taste buds.

I glanced at Hassani and couldn’t help but giggle.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, my mouth still full.

Hassani had told me he’d try my favorite pizza, something he’d avoided his entire life.

He wanted to see why I loved it so much.

He leaned forward… and smelled it.

I laughed even harder. “It’s good, baby.”

“I can’t believe you’re about to have me eat this right now.”

“You don’t hate pineapples anymore.”

“I don’t.”

“It’s like your favorite fruit now.”

He winked. “Thanks to you.”

I smiled. “Okay, so then dig in.”

Hassani inhaled an audible deep breath.

“You are so dramatic.” I leaned forward and picked up a slice from his plate. “Say ah.”

He licked his lips and leaned forward, opening his mouth just enough for me to slide the point of the pizza slice in. He bit down, pulled off a tiny piece, then started chewing.

At first, hesitant.

But after a second of chewing, he looked up at me and blinked hard.

I smirked. “I know.”

“Yo,” he started. He grabbed the slice from my hand, brought it to his mouth again, and took an even bigger bite. His eyes widened after that one. “Yoooo!”

“See?”

“This is actually really good, baby!”

“Mm-hmm.” I hummed, stuffing the rest of my pizza into my mouth. “Told you.”

“It’s like…” He took another bite and moaned. “I can’t even ? —”

“Describe it?” I grinned. “I know. And I love that it’s impossible to put a name to it. It’s like a mystery party in my mouth.”

I sighed, staring down at the rest of my pizza adoringly. “I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without having you.”

“You used to always get this when you’d tutor me when we went to Garvey,” Hassani recalled.

“Every time.”

We stared at each other for a moment, his hazel-green eyes catching the light of the afternoon sun.

Something about the way he looked at me made me blush.

“I love you, baby,” Hassani said.

“I love you.”

That night, when we returned to the lodge, we laid in bed, talking until we fell asleep… Hassani holding me close.

Days three and four were just as adventurous.

Before heading south, we hiked in Lake Placid, surrounded by the breathtaking Adirondack Mountains. Then, we drove down to Virginia and woke up to a view of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

The night before that morning view, though?

Something about the sounds of nature surrounding us did something to us.

Something really good.

Too good… because it challenged the hell out of that damn abstinence rule, Dr. Aldridge had us agree to uphold.

“Oh, my God.” Hassani groaned. “I swear I can smell your pussy through your shorts, baby.”

I flashed a teasing grin. “You want me to get up?”

“I want to fuck you,” he growled.

I gasped.

“I’m sorry, but shit, I really do, A.”

We’d been good. Keeping busy, distracting ourselves. But at that moment?

I had to agree with him. I wanted him, too.

His hand slid down my hip, fingertips sinking into my flesh as he palmed my ass.

“If we do it and we don’t come…” He smirked. “It might not count.”

“Hassani.”

“She ain’t here, man,” he said, referring to our therapist. “Come on. We’re married. Sex when you’re married is encouraged.”

I laughed.

“If there’s any rule we’re breaking, it’s the rule for being married and not having sex. My man God can’t be happy right now.”

“Hassani.”

He groaned then licked his lips. “Even the way you’re saying my name is making my dick hard.”

Lifting the summer blanket, he said, “See?”

I glanced down at his hard-on, tenting his boxers, damn near slipping out of the slit.

I bit the side of my bottom lip. “We could…” I lifted my eyes to him again, “… touch ourselves.”

“Touch ourselves?” His brow arched. “What do you mean?”

“I can touch myself, and you can touch yourself.”

“You mean like… masturbate?” He blinked. “Together?”

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

A slow grin formed on his lips before he licked them slow as hell. “Aight.”

I smiled too, moving closer and pressing my lips to his.

He moaned the moment our mouths collided.

My hand slid down between us, slipping behind the seat of my panties.

I exhaled. So did he.

“Is your hand where it needs to be?” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm.”

He moaned, shifting closer. “Mine is too.”

I found my clit and started circling it. Really slow.

Hassani captured my lips again, his tongue sliding into my mouth, caressing mine with each hot, open-mouthed kiss.

The more we kissed, the firmer I pressed against my pink ball.

Heat rose between us.

Our movements shook the queen-sized bed inside the RV’s private room.

I inhaled his heavy breaths. He inhaled mine.

Our moans synced.

I broke the kiss just for a second to glance down between us.

My stomach clenched at the sight of him—his hand wrapped tight around his erection, stroking up and down.

I swore my fingers moved even faster at that.

I looked up into his hungry, half-lidded eyes.

Jaw clenched.

Breath uneven.

Then, he smirked.

I giggled but quickly got back to it, closing my eyes and locking the vision I’d just seen into place.

A few moments of circling and moaning, and I was right there… ready.

I opened my eyes to Hassani, thinking he was too.

But he wasn’t.

He was watching me. Completely.

I slowed my pace, panting now. “Why’d you stop?”

“‘Cause you’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, breathing hard. “Keep going.”

I laughed softly. “We’re supposed to be doing it together.”

I wanna watch you,” he said, placing his hand on my wrist. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

And since I was right there, teetering on the edge, I kept going, my eyes fluttering open, then closed again, until I let go.

A small, quick wave of delight coursed through me, not lasting long but leaving a heavy pulse in its wake.

When I opened my eyes, Hassani’s bottom lip was trapped between his teeth.

As I caught my breath, he took my hand, brought it to his lips, and guided my fingers into his mouth.

His eyes fell closed as he sucked them slow, deep.

My jaw dropped.

I nearly screamed.

“Mmm,” he moaned, sliding my fingers out of his mouth. His eyes locked on mine. “Nothing tastes better than you.”