“Move.” She shoved my hand. “And what are you talking about? You’on like my dress?” She twirled around and looked over her shoulder with a smirk on her face.
“Keep right on and all you gone be eating is dick,” I warned. “Come on… let’s go before I change my mind.” I slapped her butt for emphasis.
I followed behind her and had my eyes glued to her thick ass the entire time. Once we made it to the front of the villa, we took the small brick walkway to a secluded part of the beach. I arranged to have it set up so that we could have our privacy. Once we finally made it to the area, I held Tink’s hand as we walked down the small stairway. Hand in hand we made our way to the tent that had a table setup and a small lounge area with big, fluffy pillows and blankets.
“This is beautiful,” Tink cooed as she observed our setup for the evening. “Did you do this by yourself?” She turned around and asked.
“What makes you think I needed help, Tink?” I smirked as I pulled her chair out. She cut her eye at me, and I couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from my chest.
“Aight, man. I used the service that they offer here, but the idea was all mine,” I confessed.
“Mhm.” She smirked.
Once I took my seat, I pressed the button to let the attendant know that we were ready. When he arrived, he introduced his self in French and asked us what we wanted to start with. When I responded back in French, I knew it caught Tink by surprise. I know I gave her that one line months ago, but she was now experiencing it in a different light.
“Ce sera tout, monsieur? (Will that be all, Sir?)” He asked.
“Oui. Merci. (Yes, thank you),” I replied.
He nodded and left out the tent leaving us alone. When he was out of sight, Tink looked at me with a flustered look.
“What did you tell him?” She asked.
“I gave him our appetizer and drink order, then thanked him,” I responded.
“What did you order?”
“Lump crab cakes and grilled jumbo shrimp,” I replied. “I ordered you a pineapple ginger mojito,” I concluded.
“That did not sound like what you just said,” she simpered.
“What did it sound like, Tink?”
“It sounded like you told him I was about to let you slut me out all over this tent right after I sucked your soul out under the moonlight,” she tittered.
I stalled my movements because this damn girl didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
“Tink…” I breathed out as I squinted in her direction. “I will call the muthafucka and tell him to hell with that food and do just what you thought I said. Don’t play with me,” I uttered.
She could sit there and taunt me with a good time and watch how fast I make that shit a reality.
“No, Sir. You’re going to feed me first.” She smirked.
Reaching over the table, I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me until she was straddling my lap.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Nothing yet, but I want you right here. I need you close.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck as the attendant brought our appetizers and drinks. Once I had given him our dinner order, he disappeared as quickly as he had come.
“I bet he thinks we have no home training,” she laughed as she fed me one of the shrimp. I licked the sauce off of her fingers before I responded.
“I’m pretty sure he’s seen worse.” I shrugged.
I fed her a crab cake that was drizzled with a creamy garlic sauce. Some of the sauce dripped onto her lips, and before she could wipe it away, I licked it off and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and sucked on it.
“Mmm,” Tink moaned in my mouth, and that did it.
“Get up.” I tapped her thigh. As bad as I wanted to pick her up, I knew my shoulder wouldn’t allow it.
