Page 7 of If I Had More Time

Gripping her hair, I pulled her up to me as gently as I could. I wanted her just as bad as she wanted me. “What we doing, Mama? We fuckin’ or what?”

“I need to feel you, baby. Please put it in,” she begged.

“If I slide in that gushy shit, I’m not pulling the fuck out. Don’t forget who the hell you belong to.”

“Babyyyy,” she softly moaned, reaching behind her.

With my dick in tow, she tried her best to place it at her opening. I chuckled lowly, bent her over, and slid right in that muthafucka. Neither one of us moved. I could feel her walls gripping my shaft instantly. This was the first time since we started this anniversary rendezvous she couldn’t hold out.

“What you want my baby?” All she had to do was say the word, and I would give her as much of me as I could for the next twenty-four hours. “Speak up, Mrs. Malore.”

She eased off my manhood and stood up. When she turned around, she wrapped her arms around my neck, then jumped in mine. I held her up as she planted her lips against my flesh. Our tongues danced while my hunger for her grew. My restraint wouldn’t be here for much longer.

“I love you, and I can’t fuckin’ wait for this day to be over. Wash me off so we can skip town and finish this shit.” Tapping my shoulder, I placed her on her feet, and she grabbed the sponges.

“Yes ma’am,” I answered stepping back wearing a smirk on my face.

I knew the effect I had on my wife. She expressed it as well as showed it. When it came to her, I never had to question where I stood. Naomi was very blunt about things and spared no one’s feelings. If I wasn’t satisfying her mentally, physically, emotionally, and soulfully, she wouldn’t be standing here, and my name would no longer be hers.

One day.

I was giving her up for one fuckin’ day.

Naomi

Isat comfortably in my husband’s embrace as we rode to the airport. It was nothing about this man that would make me leave him. I fiend for his presence damn near all fuckin’ day. There were days I’d show up to his job just to chill in his office because he was missed, and he would allow it. It was a good feeling knowing my cravings for him were reciprocated.

Going from a lonely individual to one with a partner who risked their life for yours was still mind blowing to me. Not once did this man let anyone disrespect me, threaten me, or make me feel like I wasn’t a woman worth a ring. I was appreciated and I thanked him as well as God every day for a genuine man.

Pulling up to the airport, we filed out the backseat of the limo. Tristan flexed his wallet for certain occasions. We lived a comfortable lifestyle, but the bank account had more than a couple commas. We worked hard to get to where we were. There were no regrets or apologies on our end.

“I really hate walking through GHI. It’s always packed out,” I complained.

“Always. Why you think I pulled out the jet? I wasn’t about to be irritated on my anniversary. All that extra bs them folk be doing be uncalled for.”

“Who’s the pilot this time? Matt?”

“Nah, Cory. Matt in Thailand with his wife. You got what you need from the car?” he asked grabbing the suitcases out the trunk.

Nodding, we headed inside and went through the necessary steps to get to our private plane. Stepping on, I took the seat with my back turned toward the captain’s cabinet. Tristan sat in front of me seeing everything I couldn’t. I trusted him enough to relax. He wasn’t about to let anyone or anything play with us.

From Eastlake to Baja, Mexico would be a smooth one. It always was. We took the same flight for the past eight year to the same resort. I expected nothing less than an amazing experience as well. Since we started this, we enjoyed ourselves each and every year. No boundaries were crossed, and the understanding of the exchange wasn’t tampered with. This anniversary would be documented as another success.

“Mr. and Mrs. Malore, it’s good to see you again. Can I get the two of you anything to drink before takeoff?” We hired three of the same stewardesses for this excursion. This time we had Tara.

“Not just yet. Once we’re in the air, I’ll take a mimosa and a double shot of Macallan on the rocks for Tristan,” I replied.

“Yes ma’am.” She walked away and I eyed her backside. I was no better than a man at times. Tara had a petite frame with a cute lil’ butt. She was nice to look at.

Cory came over the intercom with his captain speech as we buckled up. I slipped off my heels and planted my feet in Tristan’s lap. He immediately started massaging them and I couldn’t help but purr. He was a man who knew exactly what to do and make a girl crave his touch.

Moments later, we were in the air comfortably with little to no turbulence. Our drinks were brought as promised and the ride was everything I thought it would be. I went over the files afinal time making sure I didn’t miss anything. When we stepped off this plane, things would get to rolling quick.

“This is the same couple from last year. Is there anything about her that rubs you wrong?” I only asked because I knew my husband. He was very picky.

“She eats like a cow. Other than that, she aight for now.”

I laughed simply because he was deadass serious. He hated when a grown ass adult didn’t have table etiquette. He found it to be classless and unappealing. He used to say eating like a pig was no better than lying next to one. I didn’t know who he got that old timing saying from, but it stuck with him.

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