I was nervous as hell to even bring up the topic of her career again, seeing how it had only been a couple of days since we’d gotten back together, but it was needed.
I watched her as she wasted no time getting into her shrimp tacos, moaning through each bite. I smirked, catching her eye.
“What? I can’t help it. It’s so good, baby. Here, try it.” She positioned the taco up for me. I nodded the moment I tasted it.
“I know right. I added that avocado ranch with a hint of lime.” I was quiet, still.
Come on, Highland, just tell her.
I briefly closed my eyes, allowing the ocean to help the words flow out.
“So, I’ve been thinking about your career and well… baby, I might have a solution—” I paused and felt Olive’s hand on mine, giving it a tight squeeze before she began to softly glide her silky fingertips against my skin. It was weird how that slowed my racing heart.
Kelvin said suggest, not solution.
“I mean, suggestion. I’m coming to fully understand and appreciate your need to want to help people with their intimacy issues and don’t want to offer anything that doesn’t align with that. So I’ve been doing some research on the type of therapy you offer and saw that video calls with people or couples are a thing. They have the people act out the touches and hugs on camera without even being in the same room as them. I think it’s still in the early stages as far as studies go with how effective it is, but that’s just one of the few I came up with.”
“You would be okay with video calls?” I shrugged, unsure really. All of this was new to me.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe. I apologize for not really knowing too much about this. Leslie was a stay-at-home mom until she never made it home. I know I tripped on you for having other intimate moments with your clients, but I think another part that’s bothering me is you not making it home because of those muthafuckas doing something to you. Yeah, I know Tunk is there, but all it takes is a second, Olive. Do you know what I would do if something happened to you?” I choked out my words, not even wanting to think about losing Olive in any way.
Olive’s arms moved around me, holding me close.
“Hey, baby, look at me.” I couldn’t, but Olive used her hand to turn my face. “Highland, I promise you have nothing to worry about. Well, when it comes to that. Like you, I was also thinking of ways to make this work. Now, I didn’t think of video calls, which I might leave as an option for certain clients, but I was going to come to you with a solid and legit business plan so Icould hire other people. Now, it’s still in the developmental stage since I have been racking my brain on the best package to offer and health insurance is a lot, but I was going to ask for a loan. It would require more space since I would want all my people in one unit and my two bedroom isn’t big enough.”
Damn, it was that simple.
I crashed my mouth into hers, taking possession of her tongue just as quickly.
Too many weeks had gone by with us not being together and it could’ve all been so simple.
“First off, fuck that loan shit you talking about. Whatever you need from me, baby, it’s yours. Hell, I’ll help you finish the plan even though I’m sold on the idea and ready to get it done.”
“So that works for you? Keeping my business and just overseeing my other cuddler therapists?”
“Hell yeah. As long as you’re not the one cuddling.”
“Okay, good, because I want to be more hands on with the kids. School is coming back and I’m sure you’re already planning on Jo-Jo being active in baseball or something. I want to get the girls started in Girl Scouts and dance maybe. I just want to be that mom who is present and not always working. It was cool when Jo-Jo was younger for me to be all about work, but now I have the girls too, and well…”
My hands were already moving to peel her dress off.
“Olive, I love that you want to be all that, but baby, fuck those kids for a minute. My dick is aching and missing the feel of you.”
My mouth moved to her black bra strap as my teeth yanked it down while my hands worked on undoing the clasp so I could free her beautiful, full ass titties I wanted to suck on.
“Captain, wait, out here?” Olive’s tone held a bit of surprise but fear as well. I glanced up at her since I was now going lower down her body and snorted.
“Baby, ain’t a soul out here but me and you, but if they are, then shit, they about to see how I dick my woman the fuck down,” I said as I laid her back, now in pursuit of removing her matching panties. The amount of time it took for me to strip Olive completely bare had to be a new world record. And I was next. With Olive’s hands moving to help me take my shirt off while I did my shorts. My dick popped out, greeting her immediately.
Her eyes got big with excitement and I knew what she was going to try to do. However, I pushed her back down and went straight for the pretty pussy I had been dreaming about eating all fucking day.
I inhaled her scent deeply as my eyes rolled. I double tapped her pussy before I spread it open and let my tongue swipe up, landing on her clit as I flicked it slowly at first then picked up my pace. The way it swelled without an ounce of hesitation on the tip of my tongue caused my dick to mirror the act.
“Agh, Captain!” Olive moved back, making me growl as I snaked my hands around her waist to put her back in position.
“Baby, I promise you it’s enough rope on this muthafucka to have every limb tied the fuck up,” I threatened as I went back to eating. I was starved and my appetite only craved Olive’s sweet ass pussy.
When she moaned out a whimper, I moaned into her womb. Either I was having the effects of being deprived from tasting her or Olive seemed sweeter, seemed wetter. Either way, I was lost in her sea, letting my tongue swim to the deep end as I began to pump it in and out of her. I was giving my tongue full access to what we needed to fill our lungs and pump our heart.
