Page 12 of If I Had More Time

“She’s the cutest thing,” I said actually meaning it. I was flattered by her want for my husband. It meant I chose right.

“Yeah, her pretty ass makes a nigga day. Have you eaten anything yet?” he countered.

“Just breakfast and that was like at maybe six or seven this morning. I’m lowkey starving. What was you thinking? A light lunch?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Out or in?”

“Uhm, in. I want to unwind a tad bit before we go get these massages.” He gave a quick nod and carried our luggage to the small closet in the corner of the villa.

Kicking off my heels, I stood in the middle of the room waiting for Alex to come and undress me. Catering to me was something he did without question. He was a man that didn’t need a handbook on being a gentleman. I appreciated it. He was one of the kindest men I’d received as a gift.

As he approached me, he carried a small smile while taking in my frame. He wrapped his arms around my waist giving a light squeeze while planting kisses on my neck. Permission was granted for his lips to touch anywhere from my neck on down. As a man, he used it to his advantage and showed as much physical affection as he could. I giggled once he got to my spot.

“I lowkey missed your laugh, gorgeous. It’s quite infectious,” he spoke against my flesh.

“Thank you.”

He squatted in front of me and started at my feet. A trail of kisses started from my toes as he eased my dress up my curvy canvas. The pecks against my skin felt delightful. They were tender and a little wet. He couldn’t help but lick the area before kissing it. He did this until the fabric no longer clung to my body. I was left in an orange lace bra and panty set. It went with the outfit.

“I never get tired of seeing you in bright colors. It makes the chocolate pop.”

I erupted with laughter. Alex knew how to bring a smile to my face for sure. This time was much like the last. He focused on me having a good time and not just sex. That was something I applauded him on. Sex was had, but it wasn’t the center of our evening.

“Pop, huh? Well, thank you, again. Our massage appointment is at three. Are you good with that?”

My breasts were freed with my kitty being next. He took a few steps back and let his focus roam my body. His head fell to the right at a slow pace while a smile crept on his mouth. His teeth tugged on his bottom lip, and I saw a hunger develop in his eyes. It was the same reaction from my last anniversary.

“You are an extremely gorgeous woman, Naomi. Oh how lucky your husband is to have claim over you.”

“It’s the other way around, Alex, but all compliments are appreciated. Shall we shower?” I asked leading the way to the bathroom.

I was far from being uncomfortable. However, I wanted to enjoy my time on the island as I always did. Alex was a great pastime, but it was limited and to make the most of it, we had to keep that in mind. Before we knew it, the morning would be greeting us, and my anniversary gift would be returned to sender.

Entering the bathroom, I turned the knobs for the shower, setting it to a relaxing temperature. I went to step inside but was stopped by Alex’s arm snaking around me. He could never keep his hands off me.

“I need you to do something for me before we share a shower together, beautiful.”

“And that is?” I couldn’t deny how fast my curiosity spiked. I knew how spontaneous he was, so I was more than intrigued.

“Watch me for a minute but play in that sweet shit while doing so.” His voice dropped a few octaves, and that low barrow tone was present.

A fire was lit in my center that quick. Watching a man get off had always been a thing for me. Tristan was my first, but I couldn’t stop watching videos of men masturbating for the life of me. After me and my husband got together, I requested a nut video from him, and he sent one like clockwork at least once a day. It did something to me and the low moans they offered while doing so had my body on fire. I loved to see it.

I never expressed my likes or dislikes so the fact that he presented this made me feel like he studied enough women to know what turned us on. Nodding, I turned around and ran into his chest. He’d removed his clothing as well and his muscular physique was on display. My gaze traveled his frame appreciating the six pack along the path to his manhood. It rested comfortable along his leg causing me to inhale deeply.

That was another thing him and Tristan had in common. They both were blessed with a dick that found my g-spot with ease. Alex just didn’t know how to stay put but my husband catered to me the second my body was offered to him. Men would be men but the one who gave me his name knew it was more to it than getting off.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous,” he said cuffing my face and bringing it to his. A single peck was placed on my forehead before he stepped around me.

Taking a seat on the very large tub, I planted both feet firmly on the tile, then spread my legs. Alex entered the shower, leaving the door open. I had a clear view of him and everything he had to offer. His gaze found mine and never left.

He stood under the shower head stroking his shaft at a slow and steady pace. My fingers caressed my clit in circular motions. I wanted to close my eyes so damn bad, but he wouldonly demand my attention. The sight was definitely one to see. However, being a sucker for a dominant man tended to make me submit to the simplest things.

“Slow down, beautiful. Rushing to the finish line takes away the enjoyment,” he coached.

I slowed my movements down to match his and seconds later we were in sync, both stroking with a purpose. Water cascaded down his frame giving my thoughts a good scrambling. It was something… I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but Alex was making the self-pleasure more than a simple orgasm chase.

While he continued to stroke himself with his right hand, he pressed the automatic soap dispenser button with his left hand, and slow liquid began to race down his body. Finally closing the glass door, he shielded himself from me.

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