“Understood.”
He took my hand and guided me toward the plane. I wasn’t sure where his head was. Neither was I sure of how he was feeling anymore. Everything was up in the air. Everythingbutmy legs.
Nevertheless, we boarded the flight and didn’t stop until we reached the bedroom in the main cabin. Excitement rested in the narrow seat of my thong. Israel allowed my hand to fall by my side. He turned and began unbuttoning his top.
“Undress, Princess. It’s time I punish that pussy for your disobedience.”
Paradise isn’t a place.It’s a person.
My thoughts aligned with the privilege to experience Israel in rare form. He’d shed his body of the tailored threads and replaced them with linen shorts that made his dick the center of attention and kept his calves on full display. With a decapitated coconut in his hand, he was in no haste to reach me.
Along the shore, Israel modeled in my direction. He squinted from the fierceness of the sun. I’d made it perfectly clear that shade would save him from the lack of mercy the rays displayed, but he’d refused them with each offer.
He was vigilant. He was on high alert. He was searching for anyone or anything that seemed out of place, so I wouldn’t have to. His stress relieved me of any.
Brown skin covered every inch of his body, and extended to the tip of his dick where I loved twirling my tongue. Though far from the brink of obesity, Israel was large in stature. His wing spread was impressive. So were his feet. His hands. His back. His shoulders. His long, neverending limbs.
And, I’d spent the night wrapped up in them. Wrapped up inhim. Only to wake to the rise of his dick and the morning sun, simultaneously. I shuddered thinking of the music we made with the sounds of waves serving as our chorus. Behind my shades and underneath the brim of my oversized hat, I rolled my eyes upward as my pussy developed a heartbeat.
“Princess.”
I looked up at the gentle giant protecting me from the sun’s violence. While the villa was fully shaded, the beauty of the island was truly accessible by the edge of the water where the sun was the brightest. The warmest. And the richest.
Israel’s body lowered until the fabric of his shorts rested on my thigh. He was slightly darker. Our brief stay was already working in his favor.
He placed the straw from the coconut against my lips. I sipped as I inhaled his nature. He was fresh, just like thewater we sipped from the wells surrounding us. It was purified through natural filtration and didn’t contain any impurities. It was good for your skin, your health, your brain, your blood, and your heart. Just likeIsrael.
“Ummm.”
Once I freed the straw, he placed it between his lips and sipped. I tilted my head and pursed my lips upward toward my nose. He watched me watch him as he sipped again. This time, he wasn’t careful or considerate.
“If you wanted a drink, then you should’ve gotten one,big throat.”
With a chuckle, he loosened his grip on the straw.
“You were cute until you tried to finish off my drink. They only give you two ounces in this big ass coconut.”
“I won’t argue, because that is true,” he admitted, “however, if you’d like another drink then I’ll go get you another drink. We’re not calculating sips, Princess.”
“I am, Israel. I don’t want you to spoil your appetite. You have a full plate tonight.”
I tucked my bottom lip and waited for the wheels in his head to begin turning. It didn’t take long before it became clear that I wasn’t referring to food the chef would be preparing for our dinner tonight.
“And I promise to clean it. As always.”
Israel lifted a hand in the air with three fingers raised. He, then, stood and pulled the reclining chair that was reserved for him up to the side of mine. Once satisfied, he took a seat.
“Excuse me,” I sniggered.
“What’s up, Princess?”
“Did you go get the drink for me or–”
He nodded toward the waitress who was headed in our direction with three more coconuts.
“Now you have six ounces. Enjoy.”
I accepted the challenge and made a mental note to pay him in pussy for his generosity.