“It’s okay. They won’t miss it.” She wraps her arms around me, leaving me in her bosom once again. This time she starts stroking my back and I can’t help but relax.
“You don’t sound like a native.” I hear myself sigh. Milani’s free hand rises, catching my chin and lifting my head.
“Don’t worry, baby. Momma’s got you now,” she says in a Caribbean accent. “Is that better?”
I rise to my toes as I lean forward and find her lips. She welcomes me wholly and takes my tongue as an offering. The arms around my waist lock me into my heightened position. Fiercely, I try to savor the fruity alcohol that lines her mouth. Milani overpowers my tongue, slowly winding it into sweet submission. Much to my dismay, the elevator dings and she breaks away. I lean against her breasts to catch my breath and feel her heart racing like mine.
“Excuse us,” Milani says as we make our way out. I look up to find an elderly couple staring gape-mouthed at us. Milani guides us out of the elevator past the couple. “Good evening,” she says casually as we pass. This time I do giggle. “Where’s your card key?” she asks me. I draw the slender card out of my back pocket. She takes it from me and, in return, I gain kisses in my hair. Long-legged, lithe women keep me wet.
“This is your door?” Milani says as we stop in front of my door.
I nod and she slides the key into the lock and opens the door. I release myself from her embrace and walk into the suite like a movie star. I kick off my sandals to sink into the plush carpet.
“I told you I have the perfect view,” I say as I twirl around in a circle, walk toward my balcony doors, and open them wide.
“Yes, you do,” Milani says from behind me.
Again, I’m wrapped in her strong arms. Music from below on the beachfront from a distant bonfire drifts into my suite, urging me to sway. My ass grinds against her thighs, rocking back and forth to the island beat. She takes hold of my hips, rocking me in her slow, sexy rhythm. My hands slide up her arms to find a place at the base of her neck. As we dance, her hands release my hips and begin grazing across my breasts. Her fingers slide off my cream jacket, then toss it aside. They then work down my tank straps. When the straps fall to my shoulders, revealing my strapless bra, she stops. I can feel her hand drawing my hair to one side and her soft lips brush my neck. She keeps me dizzy by alternating between biting and nibbling on my tender flesh.
So much so, that I don’t notice her hands disappear once again and reappear, stroking my lower back, then circling around to the drawstring that ties my pants. With a flick of her wrist, my crisp linen pants drop to the plush carpet. I gasp as the cool air caresses my legs like a lover’s fingertips. Milani steps back, removing her hands from my body. She bears a look of concern.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. I turn around, stepping out of my pants, to face her. I draw my tank top the remainder of the way down my waist and let it collapse onto the floor with my pants.
“Nothing, I just don’t like being cold.” I reach behind me, unsnapping my bra. “At least, not by myself.”
Milani smiles at me and draws her own tank top over her shoulders. While her arms are in the air I unzip her jeans. As I pull down her jeans, I find a simple, white, high-cut bikini and a tattooed tail descending her leg. Further down her leg, the tail becomes a tiger that wraps around her left thigh, baring its claws to me.
Her tattoo brings me to my knees in dutiful worship. I pause, running my fingers down the tattoo, then my mouth begins kissing its claws and working my way up until my tongue glides up its tail. I can smell her musk coming down and I begin nibbling at the flesh just around her panties as my nails sink into her chocolate skin. I move to her moist center. Even through the thin fabric, I find her clit. I can feel it bud for me as I graze the slick fabric with my teeth. Milani takes hold of my hair in firm handfuls, forcing me deeper and deeper into her sex. Above me, I can hear her moans flow down. I take my pointer fingers to catch the top of the bikini panties and slide them down her legs.
She keeps her muff clean-shaven. I run my fingers along her nether lips. She moans in response. I dive in, drinking deep from her fountain. I hear Milani curse, but I continue. It’s when I flick my tongue against her clit that she pulls away.
“You’re so eager,” Milani says. She kneels down beside me on her knees.
“It’s been a while,” I reply. Even on my knees befo
re her, she’s still taller than I. “You are so beautiful.” I begin stroking her face as I spread my knees to sit on her thigh. She takes her left hand and secures it around my waist. With her right hand, she cups my breast, then brings it to her lips.
My fingers leave her face to unsnap the closure of her bra. Beautiful, round mounds fall free and her chocolate drop nipples make me want to lick her even more. But Milani has other plans.
She leans forward, laying me on my back. She easily takes away my panties and dives in without a second thought. A moan wrenches from my throat as she laps me up like a kitten does milk. Suddenly, she rises and takes my hands, drawing me to a standing position.
“Did I scare you?” She laughs in my ear. “We shouldn’t do it on the floor. I don’t like rug burns.”
All I can do is nod.
We fall ungracefully on the bed. The sudden weight of her pressed against me makes me lose my breath for a moment, but I wrap my legs around hers to keep her there.
We lock lips, our tongues fighting for control, and I submit. She sucks on my tongue as our nipples tease each other in their hardened state. I reach for her chocolate drop nipples, rubbing them between my fingertips. Milani’s hand glides down my stomach, then between my legs. A shock runs through me when the tips of her fingers brush my nether lips.
“Aww,” Milani growls when I pinch her nipples a little too hard as her fingers enter me. I buck against them. My hands release Milani’s nipples to find a place around her waist. I need her against me. I need her inside me. She fills me like a vessel that shatters when I climax. Milani takes her time unsheathing. She decides to toy with my G-spot just to see me shudder. When she finally releases me, we stretch out on top of the blankets. The cool night air breezes through my curtains, bringing with it more music from the beach. I turn on my side to face Milani. Already, goose pimples ripple her flesh. I reach out to her to graze my fingernails along her stomach, making her catch her breath.
I definitely think this will be a pleasant vacation.
This is the second anthology that Yuri has been blessed to join. She bides her time cubicle daydreaming and writing what she finds.
Hard to Get
Rachel Kramer Bussel