Page 109 of Betrothed To Love

My body is his; he’s captured and mastered it, knowing every spot and always determining how deep to go. When his thick tip knocks my G-spot, I lose it and completely sink into the bed as my entire body quivers.

“You good, kyau?” he groans.

“Mmhm,” I whimper in utter delight. A big ass orgasm is brewing and building. My stomach muscles are tightening and my legs are wobbly. When he hits my spot again, it happens. I explode and rain down on him. “Shiiittttt!” I beg.

He strokes me through my orgasm, bringing me to the verge of another. I grip the bed linens, wanting this next orgasm immediately. Anchored and gripping the covers, I start fucking him back.

“Shit. Fuck me, kyau,” he groans in pleasure. His thrusts stop and I do my damn thing. While wiggling my ass, I push back and pull on his pulsating dick. One of his hands grips my hip and the other lightly cradles my neck. Then he plants kisses up my spine, on my neck, on my lips. “Do your shit,” he moans in my ear.

His deep, low baritone tickling my ear and the feel of him inside me are perfection, pure perfection. My body starts to tremble again and my movement slows.

“Ba…by… oh my god,” I cry as my body convulses.

He picks up where I’m faltering and starts pounding into me. Long, deep, intentional thrusts usher me to another orgasm and he follows a few minutes behind.

“Fuck!” he grunts before laying on my back.

“Damn,” I whimper.

“Damn is right,” he huffs. “Good morning.”

“It is now,” I say, then smile.

It takes a few minutes for both of us to catch our breaths then we amble back into the villa, share a shower, and change into our swimwear for breakfast. In the warm, blueish-green water, we enjoy our delicious food and mimosas, then lounge by the pool in the daybed.

Negril and the resort are beautiful and my husband truly didn’t miss a beat. At three, a trio of massage therapists and an esthetician arrive and treat us to the most relaxing, ninety-minute, full body massages. Mine ends with a diamond facial.

Relaxed and full, we spend the rest of the afternoon in the villa and don’t leave until our dinner reservation in the main hotel. Because the villas are a little distant from the hotel, we call for the buggy. When we reach the hotel twenty minutes before our reservation, we decide to walk to the bar. I slide onto a stool but he remains standing.

“I’ll be right back,” he says before kissing me.

When he walks off, the beautiful mocha bartender approaches and places two drink napkins in front of me. Then she places a brown liquor drink on one and a can on the other.

“I didn’t order this,” I say, a little confused. “This isn’t mine.” She walks off as if I didn’t say a word. The can catches my eye, so I twist it and see it’s a Velvet Buzz. They sell these in Jamaica? I thought they were local to Crescent Falls. Right before I try to get the bartender’s attention, I feel him behind me.

“Excuse me,” he says and the bartender immediately walks over. “Her next bourbon Manhattan is on me,” he tells her and she smiles.

“And what would you like, sir?” she asks.

“Black Ops neat.”

“Coming right up,” she says.

Before walking off, she places a drink napkin in front of him. He slides onto the stool next to me then pulls out a little pink pill. When he places it on the napkin, I look at him curiously.

“What is that? And did you do this?” I ask while holding the can.

“I’m recreating our first night,” he reveals. “It was the best night of my life because it ended with the best decision I ever made. This caused us to get married and I woke up in bed with the most beautiful woman in the world. I found my heart, my forever. If the first time ended like that, imagine what might happen tonight if we try this combo again with intention,” he says with a smile.

“How can it get any better than it already is?” I ask, then lean into him. “I love you and the life we fell into. I can’t imagine it without you and Niya and I don’t want to.”

“And you don’t have to. So are we doing this?”

“Hell yeah. We know what we’re doing this time,” I say, then grab the can.

EPILOGUE

Two years and a few months later