by Love Belvin
I also knew she was still in her feelings about Angela not speaking to her. It had been a couple of months since she had the baby and Angela hadn’t even invited Zoey to her baby shower, much less to come by and meet the baby. I’d hoped to shake that depression from her consciousness this week.
I held out my hand for her to take and we exited the plane after them. There was a car waiting just off the runway. As we waited for our luggage to be transferred from the cargo of the aircraft to the car, I checked my phone for emails and texts. On the other side of the car, near the front door, Rob lit up a spliff and pulled from it. I smelled it before I looked up and saw Zo frozen by the sight of Rob handing it over to Barry.
I chuckled. “What’s wrong, Zo? You looking like you’ve just witnessed the theft of the cookie jar.”
At that, she tried to straighten her face. “What? That?” she pulled in her chin, playing it off. “Pssssh…whatever!” she turned and looked away.
I pulled her into me by the hand. “You’ve never seen anybody smoke in public before?” I felt my brows wrinkling, not able to conceal my amusement. She had to be kidding me. She’s from New B!
“I…of course I have!” She fought hard to hide her face while wrapped in my arms.
“Hold up.” I tried to steady her in front of me, pulling tighter on her arms. “You’ve never smoked before, Zo?”
Zoey kept wiggling in my arms, now burying her face in my chest. I could see her mortified blush. I couldn’t help my explosive laughter.
“Awwww…they don’t teach you how to roll up in Sunday school, do they?” I teased.
“Shut up!” she mumbled as she laughed into my abdomen.
“Yuuuurp, chief…that’s us!” Barry yelled over to me.
I helped Zoey into the car, and we took off to our resort.
The villa I rented was in the outskirts of Grand Cayman that sat against the ocean of the western Caribbean Sea. I’d always enjoyed the view and vibe of the Cayman Islands. The island never failed to bring serenity to my cluttered mind, and I’d hoped Zoey would appreciate the calming energy as much as I always had. The modest two bedroom unit included a full state of the art kitchen, enclosed dining room, open living room, and a spacious master bedroom with an en suite bathroom. The unique feature of the place was the aquatic deck running alongside the villa with access from both the master suite and the living room. The competitor in me couldn’t wait to see if Zoey could swim the distance of the two rooms.
An additional feature of the property there was an in-law suite on the property with its own entrance and accommodations for them, giving us privacy. Rob and Barry would be doing their own thing this week anyway, finding trouble—aka, local women in town—to get into.
After touring the property, Zoey and I unpacked in the master suite. She was mesmerized by the bed, stared at it for what felt like minutes. It was a four-poster bed with sheer ivory curtains flowing in the island breeze. As I observed her entranced reaction, I allowed the excitement to build for how I’d planned to use that style of bed this week. It was not by chance that it was there.
I seemed to have taken more time than she did because at some point, I looked up and she was out on the deck off the suite. When I was done, I decided to check on her. As I came out, I found her at the Jacuzzi with her feet submerged in the water. She had her dress rolled up, exposing her thighs. I couldn’t tell if she was troubled or simply relaxed.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked, not knowing if I was prepared for the answer.
“You,” she said, looking out into the open air.
“What about me?” I stayed behind her, posted up on the door frame.
It took her a minute to respond, “How different our worlds really are. You see sights like this.” I could see the corners of her eyes as they moved to observe the tropical landscape. “And I can’t even dream about splendor on this level. I never knew this side of creation existed.” She turned to me with a reserved smile. A sad smile.
I took my time pushing off the doorframe and squatted next to her. Her skin was like silk, so damn tempting to touch. I hadn’t had the opportunity to taste each inch of it, but I planned to before the week was out. I settled for brushing a loose curl behind her ear.
“You’re experiencing it now and will be stuck with it and me for one full week,” I spoke quietly in her ear.
She turned to look at me with a soft smile. My Niña.
“Now that I’m stuck with a dork on a horrible, beautiful and incredibly romantic island, what next?”
I wanted to kiss her. We were that close. “Now, we go get some groceries. This dork has to eat on this horrible, beautiful and incredibly romantic island.”
I stood for the door, and almost there, I heard, “So, you’re going to cook for me this week?” she gushed, a little too happy.
“Hell, no. I’m on vacation. You’re cooking for me. Now let’s go before I get too hungry and eat you.” I kept my stride into the room, but I caught her laughter behind me.
We went into town to grocery shop. It reminded me of the time we went in Alpine, only this time I wasn’t falling for the Adobe okie doke. When we returned to the house, she put away the food and called me into the kitchen to help her cook. Although I joked about putting her to work in the kitchen, I really did enjoy having her boss me around in there.
After breakfast, we sat out on the deck on the side of the house and relaxed next to the Jacuzzi. Zoey laid out in the sun on the lounge chair next to mine, finally sleeping while I read Hill Harper’s “The Conversation.” It was peaceful, admiring the tropical and aquatic landscape. It was something I didn’t want to experience on my own no matter how much I didn’t want to disturb her.
Fuck it.
I got restless and woke her ass up, needing to taste every inch of her. I went over and lifted her from the lounger. I took her into the bedroom, awakened her with my tongue, aroused her with restraints and put her ass back to sleep with several orgasms. Zoey finally saw what fun those restraints could be using those posters.
Zoey and I spent the week sharing, fucking, building, and discovering. It was beautiful and damn, it was so peaceful. Zoey humbled me. There was nothing pretentious about her. She came without guards or motives—other than fucking. Zoey liked that a lot. She was always down for anything. Just when I thought her flexibility inspired me anew, she’d do something else to surprise and please me.
One evening, Rob and Barry were over. We grilled and chilled by the pool. The guys clowned Zoey and me for our music preference, so I tried mixing a little 50cent and Fat Joe with Nickleback and Green Day. I was surprised at how quickly and easily Zoey took to them and them to her. I don’t know why I was; Zoey was a free spirit. Her quick wit and sense of humor were always a crowd pleaser. What I didn’t like was her being seen in that little ass yellow bikini. Her voluptuous tits seemed to spill over her top. Also, whenever her bottoms would crawl up her ass, which was often enough, her dimples would show. I loved those dimples on Zo’s ass. They reminded me that beneath the clothes on her small frame, she actually did have a donk, even if just a handful.
I ran to the bathroom at some point of the evening needing to take a leak. As I was walking back out to the pool, I saw Rob and Barry in the living room, heading out.
“Y’all bouncing?” I asked as I held my hand out for dap.
“Yeah, man,” Barry answered as he reciprocated the love. “We got some uhhhh…trouble lined up for the night.”
“I feel you. Enjoy responsibly,” I advised as I moved on to Rob, giving him love, too, as they laughed.
“I’m gonna get me another one of those sandwiches before we bounce,” Rob called over his shoulder.
“Oh, shit,” Barry jumped in place and followed Rob. “Me, too!”
I stayed in place, waiting to see them out. I was happy to be alone with her finally. She seemed so cool with hanging around a bunch of dudes for the better part of the day. From where I stood I could see her out near the water
. Her hourglass frame looked fucking unbelievable from behind in the yellow string bikini. I watched as she rounded her neck, stretching out her muscles while the sun set around her. To me, everything happened around Zoey: my schedule lately had been detailed as much as possible around her availability; my thoughts and crazy ass plans for the future were around Zoey and how she would play a part in them; and now the sun was setting around her stunning frame.
She seemed so relaxed compared to when we first arrived a few days ago. It was interesting to observe how Zoey was just as caught up in the air as she was that first morning here. I wanted to relax her even more, though. I went over and changed the station on the radio for a much more mellow speed.
“A’ight, chief! We out.” I heard from behind me.
“Aye, y’all got another doobie on hand?” I tossed over my shoulder.
There was silence for a few seconds before Barry tapped my shoulder, handing me a spliff and lighter from behind. I followed them out and locked the door. On my way to the patio, I grabbed a condom and lit up, taking a long drag. I hadn’t smoked in a while, so I had to let my lungs adjust on my way out. I sidled behind Zoey, sitting on the big yellow rock that came to my abdomen and brought both my arms around her.
I held the joint inches from her face and whispered in her ear, “Don’t do it if you don’t want to.”
Her scent already had me zoning as I went to nibble on her ear. She didn’t move, was calm and motionless, only inclining to my touch. My tongue then moved to her neck and worked down until I bit the spot between it and her sun kissed shoulder. I enjoyed tasting Zoey everywhere, got off by her response to my touch. My mouth traveled to the other side, adoring every inch of heated silk that it roamed. That’s when I felt her grab my lower arm, pulling it to her face as she took her first hit off indo.
I quickly brought my mouth up to her ear and instructed, “Don’t take in too much. Close off your nostrils, hold it in the cavity of your mouth before pushing it out.” I didn’t want her choking.
From beside her, I could see her eyes straining and watering, and nostrils flexing. She did as I advised, only the smoke didn’t expel smoothly. Zoey coughed considerably from the potent fumes. I gave her a minute to collect herself, found myself getting aroused by the new slant in her eyes.
I didn’t ask her if she wanted another hit and was surprised when she leaned forward and pulled again. She gathered it in her mouth and held it, only this time it flowed with more ease. Something about her willingness to trust me and take my instruction excited me and I roughly pulled her by the forehead with my right hand, turning her face into mine, taking her lips. She yielded right away, melding into me.
I drew her in tighter, appreciating the slight musk on her tongue from her introduction to MaryJane. She accepted my tongue immediately and quickly offered hers. I kissed her like the animal I’m transformed into when around her. She lifted her arm to the back of my head and we wrestled as R. Kelly’s “Greatest Sex” blasted throughout the property. How apropos.
I pulled away, offering Zoey more ganga. She took it, slowly doing what I instructed earlier. I followed behind her, inhaling. As I held it in, I untied her strings at the neck, then the ones at her back, and allowed the top to drop into her lap. Bringing her face to mine, I slowly blew smoke into her mouth and watched it release from her nostrils, watching her eyes tense.
I gave her another hit as she inclined into my shoulder. My right hand stroked her breast and twisted her nipple. The smoke flew from her mouth this time as she jerked in my arms. I placed the spliff between my lips to hold while my left hand joined my right on her left breast. Even over the loud music, I heard her groans.
Zoey twisted in place, bringing her mouth to my chest, but I didn’t miss the deepened slope of her eyelids. My Niña was high. I pulled her into me and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Then I stepped back until I felt a barstool to park on then took a rubber from my pocket and placed it on the bar behind me. In no time, Zoey slithered from my lap, keeping her heavy eyes on me. She took the blunt from my hand, offering it to me before taking a pull herself. She placed it on a decorative rock, putting it out. I observed the sun setting as she strolled over to me.
It was amazing watching the sun retreat to make way for nightfall while caught up in ecstasy with my Niña. The clouds shifted in almost a choreographed sequence against the blue backdrop of the sky. The sun drifted to my left as dark billowy clouds grouped to my right, filling the sky. Fucking Beautiful.
On her way, Zoey grabbed her bikini top. I had no idea why until she strutted behind me and grabbed my hands to gather and bind with it. When she appeared in front of me, I noticed the satisfied smile telling me she was impressed with herself.
I’ve experienced lots of eroticism in my lifestyle. I’ve had twin sisters and their first cousin, plunging into them consecutively until I released…or them first—which two of them did. Nonetheless, I’ve never known anything as erotic as Zoey getting high and seducing me like I was a fucking teenager. I was completely at her mercy, yielding to her lead in our sexual excursion.
Before I knew it, Zoey managed my shorts with my help and bent over, taking me into her mouth. Her pace started slow, but quickly moved into quick suctions. My hands moved to break loose from her magnificent fisting. She worked me long and hard. I sucked in my bottom lip as I watched her pleasure me. Her sights were on me, too, and Zoey knew she had me fucking defenseless and damn near crawling up the stool.
When I felt those familiar sensations in my sacs, I gritted out through my teeth, “Stop, Zo. No,” as my head rolled.
Zoey halted and looked up at me with an expressionless face. I watched as she untied and peeled off her bottom then felt her wrap the bottom of her string bikini around my arms, too.
She rounded me, still no smile in sight and muttered my ear, “You’re being too bossy. Next time I’ll cover your mouth.”
I snorted, not showing it, but secretly thrilled by her dominance. That’s when I caught the condom in her hand and watched her put it on. She then straddled me, letting her legs hang over the arms of the chair, moaning as she took me in. When she started to move, the palms of her hands clasped to my shoulders. I got lost immediately. My hips worked upward while hers slammed down. My tongue flickered her pebbled nipple during her delicious gyrations. Zoey’s head flung back as she moaned louder.
When I felt her tighten around me, I warned her, “Don’t come yet. I’m not ready. Tell me when you feel it.”
She brought her head up and I caught a smirk playing at the sides of her lips. Zoey watched me as we moved together. Her tiny eyes and parted lips had me close to the edge. She kept with her movements and I did with mine. I watched her eyes roll back and her hair swing all over the place, trying not to allow the eroticism to propel my release.
Then her head fell back again, her pussy tightened and her thighs and arms tensed around me.
“Zo!” I barked. “Zo, I’m not ready!”
Her head never came up again and her movements didn’t slow. I jumped, pulled tightly at the tiny strings that bound my hands. It took a few tugs, but I ripped those shits in two, and grabbed her by the waist, separating us. Zoey gasped as I turned and sat her in the chair, threw her legs in the air and entered her again. I pumped into her with unyielding force. Zoey brought that shit out of me. I thrust until I felt her walls tightening again. This time I was ready for her.
“Open your eyes,” I gritted.
Slowly those eyes opened and zeroed in on me. I could see them go in and out of focus, but she fought to keep them open. I noticed Zoey didn’t scream my name, she somehow couldn’t. And what I couldn’t miss was how hard her body jerked as she came. Even while trying to steady myself on my shaky legs, I watched her little frame shake violently in the barstool. When I was stable, I pulled her into my arms as I stayed inside her, trying to calm her body. I knew she was still in the throes of her orgasm, but still was concerned about her take off. It took her some time, bu
t she came down eventually.
After pulling off the condom and tossing it in a nearby can, I walked us over to the patio lounger, stretched out and laid her on top of me. I would have never tossed a loaded rubber so casually in a nearby trashcan with any other woman. In my paranoia, I made it a habit to leave the room, rinse the rubber out then flush it down the toilet and wait to make sure it didn’t resurface. It concerned me how my guard came tumbling down when with this girl.
Out of nowhere, Zoey started giggling. Like…a lot. Her little frame started trembling again, only this time from humor. My face wrinkled.
“What the hell is so funny, girl?” My voice was hoarse.
Zoey lifted her head and let out a full on laugh. The sound grew loud. Her head swung back and her mouth opened wide as she struggled to breathe.
“Zo, man, what the fuck is so funny?”
It took her a while to respond. She made a few attempts, but eventually she was able to speak in pieces. “I’m. Hiiiigh!”
Slowly, a smile pulled at my face.
“Yeah, you are,” I agreed.
I tried to give her a few minutes to get past her laughing episode, but it didn’t happen so quickly. I lifted Zoey again, carried her into the pool, raised her jerking body in the air and tossed her in the water. Zoey reemerged without humor. She was pissed.
“Are you serious, Stent!” she spluttered as she tried to wipe her face and keep water from her mouth, then started brushing her hair from her face.
She couldn’t see me wading my way over to her. When I reached her, I pulled her into my arms and as she was about to start ripping into my ass, I covered her mouth with a kiss. It didn’t take her long to join me. Neither did it take her long to reach her next climax there in the pool.
Chapter 9
Stenton
The next day, we rose early, cooked breakfast together—or I should say, she gave me another cooking lesson. I made us reservations for dune buggy riding. When we arrived, we started off with a vintage two-seater and I drove us wildly throughout the open desert, spinning dirt underneath the wheels. I got a high from speeding on open soil terrain. Zoey seemed to enjoy it and even asked to take over the wheel.