Page 15 of If I Had More Time

“Ordering for your woman. You even make that look sexy.”

“’Preciate it. You say that like no one does it for you. I’m sure your husband makes sure his other half is taken care of.”

“He’s a chef. The only thing he has more concern for than me is food. When we go out, his focus is how tender the meat is. All I desire is to enjoy him and our time together, but he doesn’t. That’s why I was skeptical about sharing a meal with you. I know without the outside world around I can be the center of attention and get whatever I want.”

I heard every word, and no sympathy found me. Being attractive didn’t mean shit nowadays anyway. Her sex was good, and she knew it, so she used it to her advantage. It took more than pussy to tame me, though. I wasn’t the only attentive one at this table.

Their marriage was theirs to speak on. I had nothing to say about her husband’s treatment to her. Naomi was damn near worshipped in our union and didn’t have to wonder who or what had my attention more. It was always her. I didn’t go a day without verbalizing or physically showing my appreciation. Leaving her mind to wonder created doubt and there was none on my behalf when it came to her. I knew exactly who I married.

“Voice your concerns and go from there. A simple conversation could change a lot. How often are you on the island?” I asked, changing the subject at hand.

“Alex and I opened our marriage maybe four years ago, so we’re here at least every three months. Sometimes his clients ask him to tag along so he brings me with him. I learned to have my fun while he’s occupied.”

The waiter returned with our drinks and meals at the same time. I used the opportunity to keep my comments to myself and find interest in the plate in front of me. As a man that lacked love from his mother, I knew what having a wife meant. Alex wasn’t ignoring her; she just wasn’t his first priority. He didn’t hide it, either.

“Give me your hands,” I said reaching for hers.

“Why?” she inquired with slight confusion.

“I pray over my food, love.” She placed her soft hands in mine and bowed her head. I led a quick prayer before releasing her and indulging in my meal.

“I found you attractive before, but you really don’t know what you do to women. That was simple yet sexy and now my pussy is throbbing.” She stood and walked over to my side of the table. Bending over, her lips found comfort against my neck. I couldn’t deny the fire she started within. “We made it to the restaurant like you wanted. I think I’ve been a good girl, baby, and deserved to be fucked.”

Placing her hand in my lap, she stroked my wood through my shorts. It didn’t help that they were thin showing my print with every step I took. My choice of clothes today were thin pieces because of the humidity level as well as how clear the skies were with the sun shining as bright as ever. My shirt wasn’t more than an opened linen button down with my chest tattoos on display.

Now, we were in a restaurant surrounded by others, and she had no remorse of what she was about to start. I was more than prepared to finish it.

“I said we’d eat and then fuck, Simone,” I reminded her.

“You had a few bites so strap up and fuck me already.”

No sooner than those words left her mouth, she was dropping to her knees. Sliding my chair back, she freed my shaft wrapping her lips around it without hesitation. The good thing about The Hideaway was indecent exposure wasn’t against the law. You were free to do whatever the fuck you wanted wherever the fuck you wanted. It was so normal, you found yourself breezing by it without feeling uncomfortable.

There was never a moment in my life where head wasn’t accepted. Simone was skilled and very aware that her mouth was more pleasing when my dick was in it. Pulling the condom from my pocket, I removed my manhood from between her jaws and slid the rubber down it. Simone was straddling my lap as soon as the rubber hit the base.

“You’re impatient as fuck.”

With my shaft at her opening, her eyes closed slowly as inches of me disappeared inside of her. “Says the man that’s hard as a fuckin’ rock inside me,” she moaned.

I was indeed bricked up and pleased with the feeling of her. Simone didn’t have to do much. She came with a river already flowing. The warmth and moisture she housed was insane. I was a man with self-control so nutting up quick wasn’t ‘bout to happen. However, she had everything to make a nigga do so with ease. The slow grind in my lap, the soft kisses on my neck, and the way she whispered my name had me lost in her within seconds.

“Fuuuuuck, I missed this,” she uttered.

Her slim, thick frame was pinned down against mine. The feel of her was one I planned on enjoying more of before she wasthrown back in the pond. I took my time caressing every inch of her backside. She felt like putty in my hands from how soft she was. The longer my hands roamed the wetter she got.

“I can tell from the way you gripping a nigga.”

“That’s ‘cause I love the way you feel, baby.”

She’d yet to move her lips from my flesh. She was having the time of her life being able to receive me the way she’d wanted since the exchange.

Simone’s light moans were low and soothing. She didn’t get too loud, and she held onto me as if anyone could tear me from her at any given moment. This was her time, and she wanted every second of it to count. No matter where she was at, she was going to try and get all she could from me. Our window of coupling was already closing at a fast pace.

Pulling down the halter part of her dress, her breasts were exposed. I instantly salivated at her hardened nipples that brushed against my chest. Roughly kissing her neck, a wave of hunger washed over me. I liked the way she felt, and I wasn’t filled with too much pride to let it be known. However, she didn’t fully comprehend that she was nothing more than a gift. I couldn’t compliment her pussy without her taking it for more than what it was.

As she bounced on my dick at a slow and steady pace, her body shivered every few seconds. I couldn’t lie. Her quivers fed my ego profusely. I knew the effect I had on my wife so getting that confirmation from her as well was all I needed. She wasn’t getting fucked nowhere near the levels of Naomi, but this mediocre shit was everything to her.

I talked my wife through all of her orgasms so offering Simone silence was lowkey fuckin’ with me. She was too attached, and any little command would more than likely push her further into her delusion. My moans and groans wereexpressed though. I wasn’t ashamed to let her hear every last one of those.

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