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Both her hands were on my head, guiding me. I slipped my tongue between her walls, and she rode my tongue like a pro.
“That’s right, baby, fuck my face. I love that shit.”
“Ducaneeee,” she called out, pushing my head away but also arching into my tongue.
“I’m right here. Talk to me.”
I had to be back inside her. I pulled her up, spun her, and pushed in from behind, and we both groaned when I bottomed out. Back where I belonged. I dropped my head onto her shoulder.
“I missed you so fuckin much, Skye.”
Her walls tightened around my dick. Her whole body told me what her mouth was about to say before she said it.
“Shit, I’m about to cum again.”
“Well, don’t be stingy; give that shit to me, princess.”
I gripped her braid tighter, giving her exactly what she asked for, no soft shit. She came apart against the glass. The water beat down my back as our bodies slapped together, making the sweetest symphony.
“Fuck baby, this pussy feels so good to me, shit.”
I came right behind her, gripping her like I could erase every year I wasn’t the one doing this. The thought of anybody else having had her while I was gone damn near broke me. I pushed it down and held her tighter.Mine. She was mine again, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
We stood under the water together after, her back against my chest, both of us still breathing hard, neither of us in a hurry to move.
I reached past her and turned the water off.
The resort had left thick, white robes on the hooks at the edge of the platform. I wrapped her in one before I put on my own. She tied the belt, pushed her wet hair back over her shoulder, and looked at me without regret.
“You good?” I asked.
She reached up and straightened the collar of my robe.
“I’m good, Sugar Cane.”
We walked back through the trees toward the resort in the late afternoon light. I held her hand the whole way.
“That was amazing.”
“Hell yeah, it was, but which part?” She grew bashful and hid her face in my chest. I pulled her all the way in and held her there for a second. This woman. Still blushing.
“Both,” she giggled.
“So damn goofy. Are you enjoying yourself, beautiful?”
“Yeah.” She looked up at me. “I am. We need a nap. I’m beat.”
“Shit, same,” I said, leading her back to our villa.
Ours.
january 11th
It had been two weeks since Skye called me over to end things between us. Confused as fuck. Barely breathing, barely hanging on. I’d called Airalynn because Skye still had me fucking blocked, but she wasn’t biting either. Skye had completely cut me off and out of her life.
Some of the shit she said I couldn’t even repeat without damn near tearing my apartment up.
I took a sip of the black coffee and tossed the mug with her face plastered all over it. I rubbed my eyes and exhaled when my phone rang.
