When she finished, I pulled back, licking my lips, and savoring the taste of her sweetness. Pulling my swim trunks down, I reached for her hand and pulled her to standing.
We were skin to skin, standing beneath the loving attentiveness of the sun. My hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer.
“I missed you,” she said.
Fisting her hair I pulled on her head hard, jerking her head back. I licked the expanse of her neck as she gulped.
“Did you miss me, or did you miss my dick?” I growled against her throat as I sucked it.
“Both,” she said honestly.
Releasing her head, I looked into her eyes.
“Both, Zymir,” she reassured me.
Again, I somehow knew she was telling the truth, and that was all I needed to hear.
Reaching down, I hefted her body up. Karina wrapped her legs around me, and I positioned her to slide down my dick slowly.
“Ahh!” she gasped as I filled her up.
Adjusting slightly to accommodate my length and girth inside of her, she made a “whooowho” sound.
Yeah, I had missed us like this, too. But I was glad that Karina was willing to give me so much more. For me, sex was more than a physical connection. Anybody could give up the goods and satiate a man’s needs making him cum.
But there had to be a special connection to make the experience intense and complete. It had to be deeper than the sexual to satisfy the mental and spiritual longing.
I bounced Karina up and down my throbbing cock, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss as we walked towards the pool.
My tongue down her throat, my lips devouring hers, and my pulsing dick touching every surface of her sugar walls.
When I reached the edge of the pool, I shifted her so that she was standing again. She reached for my dick, but I smacked her hand away. I jumped into the pool and pulled her in after me.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
She did, grasping the edge of the marble surface. I dipped down inside of the pool, spreading her feet apart and ensuring they were firmly anchored to the glass surface before I swam up again.
Karina sucked in a loud breath when I entered her. My movements were slow and timed as I allowed us to enjoy the feel of the water circling us.
I kissed her shoulder, rubbed my hands across her breasts down the flatness of her belly until I reached her lower lips. My fingers slid across her wet slickness, coated with her juices and the pool water. Sliding my fingers across her again, I watched as she jerked her hips forward, wanting to feel my fingers inside of her along with my dick.
But I wasn’t ready. I continued teasing Karina, taking my time rubbing her clitoris, pinching her pussy lips, and stroking her thighs. My thrusts were simple and slow as I took my time enjoying her body, reveling in what we had missed out on over the last several weeks.
Karina’s admission shook me. Not about her losing her husband. I figured she had suffered some great loss, or someone had broken her heart. It was evident in all the ways she treated me.
What I had not expected was the revelation about her suicide attempt. A woman as strong-willed and visceral as Karina was about other people’s behaviors; I wouldn’t have imagined her pain would subvert her strength.
Yet, it all made sense. The way she shrouded herself in an abrasive nature with words so harsh and cruel was nothing more than a defense mechanism.
I had never experienced anything so devastating, but I could appreciate her caution now that I understood her journey. Suffering a broken heart was something I assumed everyone went through at some point in their lives.
My first heartbreak had come at the tender age of seventeen not long after my family moved to the States. I’d fallen for the girl that I was tutoring. She was on the dance team, and she was popular.
We dated the entire summer before our senior year and during our senior year. Samantha told me that she wanted us to date through college, and I was committed to the idea. Things seemed to be going well.
Until the day I popped up at her dorm to surprise her for her birthday. I had driven three hours from my college only to find my girlfriend getting fucked by some other guy.
Since that time, I treated relationships casually, not getting my heart too caught up but respecting the women just the same. From the beginning, I wanted more from Karina, and I wanted to give her more.
My hands grasped her hips tightly now, recalling how I felt the day when I learned she had an online dating profile. I slammed my dick inside of her forcing her to jerk forward.
Her fingertips turned red, and fingers white from her clutching the pool so tightly.
“Zy!” she gasped.
I did it again, having no mercy on her. Gone was the desire to take my time and enjoy what we were doing. The only mission now was to claim her as my own. Karina needed to remember whose dick she had been feenin for these last few weeks. I had no problem helping her to remember the way I felt inside of her and how close she’d come to begging me for it.
And despite my actions, it wasn’t about the sex. It was a painful reminder to me of how close I’d come to losing Karina. She was resolute in her determination to not give her heart to me, and I was steadfast in my decision not to give in.
I wanted her. But I wanted her all or nothing. What I had not shared was that I knew she was the one for me.
Karina couldn’t handle that truth. She was not ready for it. The only purpose it would serve is to run her away.
Licking the back of her neck, I eased out of her and turned her around to face me. Those beautiful brown eyes were heavy with lust, her lips hanging wide open, wanting me to devour them.
I obliged, sticking my fingers inside of her, loving her warmth. Sucking on her bottom lip, I moved to cover her mouth with mine, swallowing the moan she released.
Pulling my fingers from inside of her, I sucked them into my mouth.
“Shit! That’s so damn sexy when you do that, Zy,” she said, reaching for my dick.
This time I allowed her to hold me and insert me inside of her.
“I’m not usually a jealous man, Karina. But I don’t want anyone else tasting, licking, or fucking this pussy but me. You got that?”
“Yes,” she hissed as I pumped in and out of her. “It’s all yours, Zy. I swear this is your pussy,” she cried out as I lifted her legs around me.
I needed her completely open to me so I could glide in and out with ease, burying myself to the hilt. My head lowered to suck her breast into my mouth. Tenderly I licked her nipple back and forth, enjoying her soft sighs and heated hisses.
“Oh, Zy, this feels so good. This is all I needed, baby. All this dick inside of me,” she moaned.
“Feels good?”
“Yes, Zy. It feels so fucking good when you tear this pussy up with that fat ass dick!”
When she talked to me like that, it did something to my head, and I had difficulty staying focused. That shit drove me crazy, and I swear my dick felt so hard like it would break in half. My breathing grew heavier, my nostrils flared, tiny black dots floated in front of my eyes, and I tilted my head back and roared.
Releasing inside of her, I dropped my head and squeezed my eyes shut until I finished.
“Ohh, Zy,” she moaned, coming all down my dick.
I grabbed her chin and lifted her head, tonguing her while she made my dick slick.
“That pussy’s so damn good, girl.”
Karina whimpered, a shudder shaking her body.
When she finished, she looked at me with something like fear in her eyes.
Kissing her lips, I whispered, “We’re worth the risk, Karina.”
“I know,” she said with a tentative smile. “I know.”
CHAPTER 28 – KARINA
It wasn’t always easy. There were some days where it was easier being with Zymir than others, but he was patient and compassionate. Just like I had always suspected he would be. This man’s nature was gentle, like nothing I ever experienced.
One month had passed since I decided to give us a try and I hadn’t regretted it once. Sometimes fear overwhelmed me, but Zymir always seemed to sense when that happened. Unexpectedly, he would pop up at my house with some little gift or call me over to his just to relax and watch TV.
While I basked in his attention and thrived on our sex, surprisingly, it was the quiet times I enjoyed most. Like this moment as we were driving down a long road.
We were somewhere in the country because the only thing I saw was green grass fields and trees for miles. We were entering the autumn season, and the day was unseasonably warm.
Zymir came to my house and told me we were going for a drive. Just like that. He hadn’t asked if I wanted to, just rang the doorbell, and grabbed my hand when I came to the door and pulled me outside.
I was wearing a pair of jeans with rips in the knees, a black tee, and some black ballerina slippers. My hair was tied up in a scarf, and I’d been lounging around doing nothing. It was a difficult day for me, and I hadn’t answered the phone for Rhonda or Lori. I hadn’t answered the phone for Russell either.
The way I figured it, Russell needed to give me some space. I had finished the cookbook and turned it in the month before. Last week, Russell asked about a second cookbook, and I had told him to give me some time to ponder it.
The first cookbook was about my mother and Lori and our time together. He wanted this second one to be about the restaurant I owned with Luis as my silent partner. Russell suggested it could be about the best-selling dishes at the restaurant and Luis’ favorite meals.
So, the fact he was calling today was a bit much to me. I felt he was pushing where he had no business pushing. But then Zymir had shown up out of the blue.
I was careful where our relationship was concerned. We spent a lot of time together, going out or staying in at his place. But I had yet to introduce him to my family and friends. I wasn’t ready to go there just yet.
Alternatively, I had met his friend Bishop, under better circumstances, as well as Bishop’s cousins, Kole, and Darnell. I wasn’t quite ready to meet Zymir’s parents, and I shared that with him in no uncertain terms. He respected that.
“Where are we going?” I asked for the third time since he pulled me from the house sans makeup.
The only thing he permitted was for me to grab my purse and toss the headscarf. Now my hair flew wildly in the breeze.
“Nowhere special.”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. The answer was the same, no matter how I posed the question. Zymir refused to disclose our destination.
Closing my eyes, I tried to blink back the tears. I did not want to be out today, and I did not want to be in anyone’s company. Perhaps I needed to be.
My therapist had given me homework for this week. I was supposed to go away somewhere for three days, but I refused. I purposely chose not to make plans, deciding that I would just wallow the day away in bed.
“Hey, wake up,” Zymir said softly, shaking my arm.
I opened my eyes and looked around.
“Zymir? Where are we?”
“Come on,” he said, popping his car door open and walking around to the other side to grab my hand.
“Why are we here?”
He walked to the trunk and opened it. Pulling three carryon bags out, he led me up the rickety wooden walkway and onto the wooden bridge. I held tight to the rope that enclosed us in on both sides as the bridge swayed precariously over the river below.
“Good afternoon, welcome to Blue River Inn. I’m Anne, and who do we have here?” the white-haired elder lady asked.
She adjusted her glasses on her nose and smiled broadly at me. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with recognition. Shaking a finger at me, she said, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
Just as Zymir opened his mouth to speak up, she nodded her head. “Yes, you’re the chef from Simply Divine! My granddaughter and I love your shows. We never miss one. We’ve tried out the delightful peach pie and the screaming nachos, and they’re delicious! Honey, I’ve got it on my bucket list to try each one of those recipes that you cook on your show. And you know what? My granddaughter tells me you’re creating a cookbook! I can’t wait to get my hands on one,” the elderly lady prattled on.
I smiled. “Well, it’s an honor, Miss Anne, that you and your granddaughter...”
“Sarah.”
“It’s an honor that you and Sarah watch my shows and have tried the recipes. As soon as I get my first cookbook, I promise to sign one and send it here to you,” I offered.
“Well, that would just bless my heart!” she giggled, pressing her hands against her chest. “Now, how can I help you?”
“Miss Anne, we have a reservation under the name of Zymir Espinosa.”
“Oh, yes! We have you in the Tea Rose Room,” she said, pulling out an old tattered guest registry.
One callused finger trailed down the entries, and she jabbed it. “Yes, right here!” she said with excitement as if she had just discovered buried treasure.
Reaching in a drawer, she removed a key card, while Zymir removed his wallet. He handed her his license and credit card as a young, blonde woman came from the back.
“Sarah! Look who's staying here with us this week! It’s Miss KK from Simply Divine!” Miss Anne pronounced loudly.
The other woman’s eyes widened in shock and recognition before she schooled her face into a professional mask of welcome.
Extending her hand, she said, “Hello, I’m Sarah Kemp, the manager here at Blue River Inn. It’s a pleasure to have you, Miss Karina, but I assure you that we will honor your privacy while you spend the weekend with us here.”
I smiled at her. “Thank you,” I said, glancing sideways at Zymir as he signed the credit card receipt and accepted his card and license back from Miss Anne.
She prattled on a few more seconds about which shows of mine were her favorite, while her granddaughter, Sarah, tried to stop her. I indulged her, happy to have this momentary distraction from my problems and curiosity.
But no sooner than the door to our room closed and locked, I spun around and glared at Zymir.
“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed.
He reached for me, and I backed up.
“Trying to take you away and cheer you up?”
“But why?”
He sighed.
“Why, Zymir?” I persisted.
Scratching his head, he said, “Your sister, Lori, came to the shop the other day. She introduced herself and said that you’ve been happy since I’ve been in your life. We chatted for a while, but then she shared that she was worried about you. She told me what today was,” he said.
“She had no right!”
Lori knew that Zymir was Spinz from Spinz Custom Auto Design. And she had also spoken with him on the phone a couple of times when he was over my house. But I never expected in a million years she would disregard my privacy this way.
Shrugging, he said, “Well, she did, and I’ve been trying to rack my brain for ways to make this day special for you.”
“You shouldn’t have!”
His head dropped, and he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
I was okay basking in my sorrow today. I hadn’t gone online over the last few days to check my social media accounts, and I hadn’t even cooked a meal. Sure, I had resorted to eating fast food and takeout dining, but at least I was eating. Then today, I ignored every call that came through. I simply wanted to be alone with my memories. Why couldn’t anyone respect that?
“It was my privilege, my right to be alone this day with my memories. You, nor Lori, nor anyone else had the right to infringe upon that, Zymir!”
Zymir tilted his head to the side and glared at me. “Are you finished?”
“I don’t know! How the hell am I supposed to trust you when you’re doing shit like this behind my back?”
“Karina, I tried to—”
“Bullshit! This was not okay! I asked you mu
ltiple times where you were taking me. I don’t want to get away. I don’t want to leave my home and escape the pain. You fucking blindsided me with this, Zymir! You co-conspire with my sister to pull some shit like this on today of all days!”
He worked his jaw back and forth a few times and walked towards me, backing me up against a dresser.
“That is enough, Karina!” he said in a stern voice, his bluish-grey gaze growing cold.
“You have the nerve to be pissed at me, Zymir?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, I am pissed because all I asked you to do was be open with me. If we’re doing this relationship thing, then you need to learn to trust me. If you need space, I can give you space. If you need time, I can give you time. But what I won’t do is have you shutting down on me and shit, thinking that you’re about to sink off into depression again, and I’ll sit back and let you. I fucking love you too much for that, Karina!”
The breath seeped from my lungs, and I stared at him. I was too stunned to respond to that. How the hell had his young ass fallen in love with me? I mean, did he really just say that?
“Yes. I love you, and if you can’t handle that, then damnit, I’m sorry. Because this is what my love feels like Karina. You want to talk about how you go all in and lose yourself in love? Well, damnit, I’m coming to find out that you’re not the only one. I don’t know; maybe my love is suffocating. But that’s not what I’m aiming for here. I protect the ones that I love, and I make sure they’re good even when life is a shit storm around them. So, if you can’t handle that, Karina, I need you to tell me that now. Because if you want me gone out of your life, I’ll leave. But this time when I leave there’s no coming back. I don’t do this back and forth shit. Either we are in this together, or we’re not. But I will not let you keep pushing me aside. So, what’s it going to be, Karina? Huh?”
Damn. Something about this new attitude of Zymir’s was affecting me in a way I hadn’t expected. Despite my concerns about today, I was strangely turned on by his reaction.
I blew out a breath and looked Zymir in the eyes.
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