I decided to get into my car and mind my business. It didn’t sit well with me, though. Throughout dinner Courtney had sung Floyd’s praises. She really believed that he was faithful, or at least she was very good at making it seem like she believed it.
I glanced over at Jemistry in the passenger seat; she was catching up with her emails on her iPhone. Even under the streetlights, her exquisiteness blew me away. There was no way that I would ever betray her trust like that.
* * *
“It has been years since I’ve been on an island!” Jemistry was excited as we walked along the beach at the Ritz-Carlton in the Cayman Islands. The water was a clear green and even though there was a good crowd, we were completely caught up in each other.
“Yeah, me as well.”
She jumped onto my back and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. “Thanks for suggesting this. I needed to get away, even for a few days.”
She started sucking on my earlobe.
“Keep that up and I might drop you right here and make love to you on the sand.”
“That’s not exactly a way to get me to stop. I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“Later on tonight, and I’m down. I’m not trying to get locked up over here.”
Jemistry laughed. “So does that mean that I can’t use the handcuffs that I brought along in my suitcase to chain you to the bed?”
“No, you can do that within the next fifteen minutes.”
“Well, shit.” She jumped down off my back. “In that case, I’ll race you back to the room.”
Jemistry took off running. I decided to give her a head start; her legs were so much shorter than mine. When she was about twenty yards away, I took off after her and still beat her to the elevator.
* * *
“Baby, I thought you were joking about the handcuffs.” I squirmed as Jemistry was in the bathroom of our suite, singing “Do Me Baby” by Prince.
I was nude and freshly showered and she came out in one of the plush white robes the hotel provided, left open so I could see all of her sexiness.
“Here we are, in this big old empty room.” She straddled my waist and gazed into my eyes. “Staring each other down.”
She checked to make sure that the handcuffs were still secure. I could smell her bath gel, which smelled like the ocean. “You want me just as much as I want you. Let’s stop fooling around.”
I licked my lips as she took off the robe and totally exposed her breasts. Her nipples were hard and standing at attention. So was my dick.
She had ordered room service earlier and had requested a bottle of honey to use with her pot of tea. She reached over to get it off the rolling table, where the remnants of my steak dinner and her seafood dinner remained.
Jemistry started drizzling honey on her breasts until she had used up half the bottle. Then she rubbed it all over them and her midriff while my dick grew harder—if that were even humanly possible—by the second underneath her.
“You’re not allergic to honey, are you?” she asked.
“If I was, this would be a fine time to ask me.”
We both laughed.
“I’m not allergic; what I am is horny. You going to let me suck it all off?”
“Only if you answer my trivia questions correctly.”
I took my eyes off her tits and looked into her eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Very. Don’t pout. There are
only a few of them.”