If she’s seen my tape, I’m sure she expects me to be fast and rough, but not tonight. I want to take my time and live in this moment, in this paradise, in her.
I cup her face, close my eyes, and kiss her sweet lips.
We kiss tenderly, gently, slowly, exploring each other’s mouths, tasting each other, building anticipation for what’s to come.
She bites my bottom lip, and I growl like one of her dogs.
I unhook her black lace bra and free her beautiful tits—then I suddenly become distracted by something metallic on her nipple.
Holy fuck. She has a nipple ring. It’s so fucking hot. I’ve never fucked a woman with a nipple piercing before. The shock value alone makes my cock even harder than I thought possible.
“Jesus, Yessi. Your nipple ring is so hot. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Anything else you’re hiding?”
“Undress me and find out.”
Yes, ma’am.
How did I not know she had a nipple ring? I’ve been staring at her tits from the second I laid eyes on her. The ring is like a hidden treasure meant only for my eyes, like the pearl in the center of an oyster.
I can’t wait to suck on her. I lower my lips and take her nipple into my mouth, flicking the ring with my tongue. She gasps and starts to writhe under me. My hand laces with hers and I continue to suck on her. The metallic taste of the ring blends with the sweetness of her flesh. Her other hand grips my back as I take her nipple with my teeth.
I focus on her other breast and appreciate the contrast between them. She’s just as sensitive and reactive with this nipple. “Do you like when I suck on your nipple? Are you going to come for me, my naughty girl?”
“Presssss.”
Her breath comes in waves, and I think she might come just from nipple play alone, but I want her to come in my mouth. I want to taste her pussy and lap up her sweetness.
She props herself up on her elbows and kisses me again, a hungry kiss. Her hands reach under my shirt, feeling my abs, sending a jolt to my cock. She lifts the shirt over my head and licks her lips when she sees my naked chest.
She climbs on top of me and begins to kiss my body. Her lips are so soft against my hard skin. I’ve felt desired by other women, but it usually felt like they were interested in me for just a physical connection, and, of course, I feel that way with Yessi, but it’s more than that. Seeing her excitement over exploring my body and the hunger in her eyes, I feel desired for more than just my body.
I refuse to wait any longer.
I need to taste her now.
I place her on her back and start to make my way down her body, tracing every line of ink to her belly button, which is surprisingly not pierced.
I kiss over the waistband of her jeans and marvel at her curves. Her waist is so tiny, but her hips are wide. She has the perfect hourglass shape.
I pull off her pants and am thrilled when I find out she’s wearing a black thong underneath. I flip her over onto her stomach to examine her incredible ass. Though I love her breasts, I’m most definitely an ass man, and Yessi’s is one for the books.
I squeeze her cheeks and kiss her down the swell of her back. I think of all the things I can do to her ass—spank it, eat it, fuck it…but not tonight.
Tonight, I just want her pussy. Tonight, it’s all about making Yessi feel good.
I remove her panties and then flip her over onto her back. I gasp when I see her pussy. It’s perfection—a dark triangle of neatly trimmed curls that I can’t wait to bury my face into.
I spread her legs wide and kiss around her thighs, on top of her lips, all while inhaling her sweet scent. Finally, when I’m unable to resist anymore, I feast on her pussy like I’m a man breaking a fast.
Her body immediately reacts to my efforts as she begins to moan; a sweet, breathy moan that causes my cock to harden so much it hurts. Her pussy is everything.
I drown myself in her wetness. She tastes like hot, sweet sex, and I’m drunk on her. I press my tongue firmly against her clit, and she gasps. “That’s my girl. I want you to come all over my face.”
“Ay!”
I discover what she likes as I eat her for all I’m worth. I can tell she’s getting close to the edge as her hands clasp my hair, holding me against her pussy. Her body tenses up and then she explodes, as I lap up every last drop of her sweetness.
She giggles like a schoolgirl as I take a final lick.
I pull myself up next to her. She unbuckles my belt and pulls down my pants. Her eyes drop to my cock. “My turn.”
“Fuck yeah, baby. You want to suck it?”
“I can’t wait.”
I sit up on the bed as she crawls over me. She grabs the base of my cock as her lips begin to kiss the tip.
I can feel the moisture from her mouth, but she seems content teasing me. She rubs her hand up and down my cock, her lips still planting kisses on the tip.
I want to feel her hot mouth around me.
She finally licks under the tip, a sensation that drives me insane. Her mouth opens wide, and I almost expect her to just suck me in a little, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Her eyes meet mine and then she deep-throats my cock.
Whoa.
Her lips make a perfect seal around me as she sucks me deep. Hard, so hard. I want to explode in her mouth so badly, but I have to pace myself.
But her pressure doesn’t let up. Her head bobs up and down as her hand rubs along with the rhythm. The difference between the friction of her hand and her mouth drives me wild. I’ve never had a blow job like this.
She keeps looking up at me and making eye contact. Her eyes slay me and seem to have some type of hypnotic effect. Every time she opens those wide eyes, I melt inside.
Her lips release their seal around my cock. “Come in my mouth, baby. I want to taste your cum.”
“Make me.”
Her lips spread into a slick smile, and she starts working my cock with her mouth…her hand and her lips. The pressure builds in my balls, and I just want to live in this moment of ecstasy. Her hand clamps tight a final time around my cock, and I explode into her mouth.
She just gives me a satisfied smile and gracefully swallows.
Damn, this chick is fantastic.
I pull her up to me, and we share a kiss, which I think it’s hot, and clearly, Yessi does too.
I stroke her hair. “That was incredible.”
“I thought so too.”
I collapse back onto the bed with Yessi in my arms. I’m not even a little disappointed that I didn’t fuck her.
I have the rest of this trip for that.
Chapter Thirteen
Yessi
I awake the next morning tangled up in the sheets. I slept better than I have in years. Fully satisfied, happy, and, for once, hopeful for the future.
I close my eyes and remember all the sexy details of last night. I can’t believe I hooked up with Preston, though we haven’t had sex yet. And I have something to look forward to tonight. I can’t wait for him to fuck me hard. I want him to do me doggy style.
I have to stop thinking about his incredible cock. Yes, I’m sleeping with the enemy, but no matter how hot he is, or how amazing he is in bed, I shouldn’t be distracted from my mission.
I sneak out of bed, slip on Preston’s t-shirt and my panties, and open the door to the lānai. I’m grateful for the time change because I woke up naturally in time to catch the Honolulu sunrise.
And what a breathtaking view. The sun rises in the distance, perfectly positioned between two mountains and framed by palm trees. The rays of light from the sun combine with the hues in the ocean to create the most blissful backdrop. Nature’s glorious painting. I’m not religious, but if this sunrise isn’t proof of a higher power, then I’m not sure what is.
Never in my life have I ever seen anything so beautiful or been anywhere this exciting. Romantic getaways with a generous lover don’t happen for girls like me. Poor girls…girls who grew up without a home, girls who gr
ew up without a family, girls who grew up without any love. For some women, a trip to Hawai’i is an annual occurrence or something to take for granted, but for me, witnessing a sunrise in Hawai’i is one of the best things that’s ever happened in my life.
After a few moments enjoying this bliss, I sense Preston’s presence. I turn and take in the other breathtaking view—him. He’s standing in front of me without a shirt on and is just wearing pajama bottoms slung low on his hips. My heart beats rapidly. He’s perfection. He sports a six-pack and a beautiful happy trail that leads down to his incredible cock. It takes every ounce of control I have to not drop to my knees and suck him off.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He gives me a kiss on the cheek. When I first met him, I was positive that his kindness was just an act, but now I’m not so sure. He might actually be a real gentleman. Crazy, right?
“Good morning. I was just appreciating the view.”
His hands pull my hips against his body. “So was I.”
We kiss for a few moments. He’s an amazing kisser. When he kisses me, the whole world melts away.
“When are we heading to the expo?”
The expo. You’re here for the expo.
I want to blow the whole thing off and blow Preston instead. Spending all day with Preston in bed would be a dream, but I refuse to let my clit rule my brain.
“In a few hours. We can go to breakfast, or we can order room service. The restaurant downstairs overlooks the ocean, but then again, so does this room.”
“We can go to dinner at a restaurant. I just want to eat out here if that’s okay with you. Where’s the menu?”
He goes inside and returns with the menu. I order island papaya and some li hing pineapple pancakes after I verify that they’re vegan.
I excuse myself to hop in the shower. As the hot water cascades over my body, I marvel at this day. I still can’t believe I’m in Hawai’i. Maybe I can learn how to be happy and enjoy my life.
I emerge from the shower. Preston is now dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts.
The waiter shows up, setting out our spread on the little table outside. Preston pours me coffee once it has brewed in the French press.
“Sorry, I guess they don’t have oat milk.” He winks, and I smile.
“It’s okay. Coconut is fine.”
I take a sip and am in heaven. I pour coconut syrup over my li hing pancakes, cut off a piece, and take a bite. My taste buds dance inside my mouth.
Preston, on the other hand, is devouring lobster benedict. I try to bite my tongue and not go into a verbal tirade. I shouldn’t impose my beliefs on others, but I can’t help myself.
“How’s the lobster? You know they scream when they’re boiled alive. They’re smart animals and feel pain.”
Preston smirks. “Tasty little guys,” he says after he shoves another piece of lobster in his mouth. “Look, Yessi. I may stop selling puppies, but no way in hell am I going to become vegan. I’ll always eat meat. And lobsters.”
I try not to lose my appetite. “You know you can fully subside on vegan food. In fact, several bodybuilders are vegan. I can show you how.”
“Not gonna happen,” he says as he takes another big bite of the lobster. I picture the lobster in my mind, his claws flailing in the air as he’s slowly lowered into the boiling water to his death. I hear the cries he makes in my head. Tears well in my eyes.
I sometimes wish I didn’t feel like this. Why do I care so much about animals’ pain?
Preston puts his fork down. “You okay?”
“No. But don’t stop eating on my account. I mean, he died for your breakfast. Don’t waste his life.”
Preston rolls his eyes at me. “Seriously, stop. This is the natural way of life. We’re at the top of the food chain. We are carnivores.”
“Actually, we’re omnivores. Humans don’t need meat to survive. Cats are obligate carnivores because they need the taurine, but we don’t.”
“Didn’t you tell me yesterday to buy a hamburger for Cuffs?”
“Yes, I did, because that poor dog was starving, and I was trying to get him to trust us. But we don’t need meat, and we certainly don’t need to eat animals that are killed in an inhumane way. I suppose you like foie gras also. And veal.”
He frowns as he wipes his mouth with his cloth napkin. “Yup. Love them both. Look, I like you, Yessi, but I’m not going to ever change who I am for a woman. I won’t live an inauthentic life. I do think that I could be wrong about selling puppies, but I’m going to eat meat. And lobster. And whatever the fuck I want. If that’s a deal breaker for you, then let’s end this now.”
I turn away from him. In the past, yeah, it’s been a deal breaker. Preston might be my ideal man—at least physically—but philosophically we definitely don’t see eye to eye. Avril always says I’m too picky, but what’s the point of even having standards if you’re just going to compromise on them? She asked me once what my ideal man would be like, and I said he would be socially conscious, a pacifist, an animal lover, an activist, and yes, a vegan. Bonus points if he loved hot yoga.
My ex had met all those requirements. He was nowhere near as hot as Preston, though.
But more importantly, my ex was a jerk. A complete and total asshat. He was mean and controlling. In addition to cheating on me, which was the last straw, he’d been the one to call animal control on me after we broke up.
So maybe what I think I want isn’t what I need. Perhaps I could be happy with a man like Preston. Don’t I owe it to myself to at least try? It’s not like this has to go anywhere serious. I owe it to myself to have some fun for a change.
I can at least give him a chance. It’s not like I’ve been vegan my entire life, so why should I expect Preston to change? I can educate him about veganism in addition to shelter dogs. Eden’s approach is to kill people with kindness, so maybe I should take a page from her playbook here.
I should stop being so judgy. I don’t get mad at my pets when they eat meat. So why should I get mad at Preston?
Preston’s utensils clattering to the plate startle me out of my thoughts and I glance over to see him pushing his chair back from the table, wiping at his mouth with his napkin. He’s looking at me expectantly, and I realize I haven’t answered him. I exhale and take a sip of my Kona coffee. “I don’t want to end this now. I like you.”
“I like you, too.”
My heart beats quicker in my chest.
“But please tell me you’ll at least listen to what I have to say.”
He nods. “I promise I’ll listen to you with an open mind, Yessi. I can’t guarantee anything beyond that, but I did say I wanted to learn more from you on this trip, so I’ll keep my word to you. Why don’t you tell me about what you ordered for breakfast?”
I enjoy the rest of my food and true to his word, Preston asks questions and even tries some of what I ordered. Maybe there’s hope for him yet.
Chapter Fourteen
Preston
After breakfast, we head down to the lobby and hail a taxi. Time to go to the expo.
One of the things I’m really starting to appreciate about Yessi is that being with her is opening up my eyes to a different, more peaceful way of life. While I’m really leaning toward not selling designer puppies at Doggy Style, I think I can safely say I’ll always eat meat. Yessi taught me some things I didn’t know at breakfast, and I’m sure she’ll teach me more, but I want to enjoy my life. I want to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh and the joys of fine cuisine. I want to live my life to the fullest.
Over in Iraq, I realized that at any moment, my time could be up. My buddies died over there, gave their lives for our country, so I vowed to live every day like it’s my last, and dammit, if I want a juicy steak and butter-poached lobster, I’m going to have it.
Now that my hunger’s been sated, my mind drifts to a different kind of appetite. Yessi is sitting next to me in the back of the taxi, wearing a sexy sundress I want to rip off of her. I caugh
t a peek of her pink lace panties when the trade winds blew particularly hard outside. Yessi gasped, quickly tugging down the hem of her dress, but the image was already burned in my brain. As much as I’m looking forward to the expo, I can’t wait to get it over with, so I can take her back to the room and finally fuck her. The windows are down in the cab, and a light breeze drifts in, carrying the scent of Yessi’s shampoo over to me. She smells so good, a sweet and spicy scent, mixed with sunshine.
We arrive at the Hawaiian convention center, I pay and tip the driver, and we walk into the building. Throngs of people crowd the entrance, and there are vendors everywhere. I’m overwhelmed by the site of leashes, collars, dog clothes, and hell, even cat sweaters. Would cats even wear something like that?
I shake my head to clear my mind and give Yessi’s hand a squeeze. Coming here was so important to her. I want to make sure she gets everything she wants out of it. “Where do you want to go first?”
She thumbs through a schedule that she picked up at a table by the door. “Well, it kicks off with the keynote on No-Kill USA. Then there’s a talk about fundraising for rescues at ten and, at noon, there’s a panel on reimagining your dog adoption strategy, followed by a class on creating powerful content for showcasing your adoptable pets. I’m so excited!”
I’d rather spend the rest of my life eating Yessi’s crappy vegan food. “Sounds fascinating. Hey, why don’t you go to the talks, and I’ll walk around here and look at products. Then we can get out of here.”
Her face falls. “I thought you wanted to go with me. I thought you wanted to learn.”
No, I wanted to get laid. But I actually like her also. Ah fuck. This means the world to her. I have to make an effort. “I do. Hey, I’m sorry. Tell you what, how about if I go to the keynote and then we meet up again later for the class? I should really check out these vendors while we’re here and do some networking.”
Yessi purses her lips before nodding thoughtfully. “Sure, that’ll work.”
Kill me now.
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