Page 45 of Pretty

It wasn’t long before my dick filled her tight walls, and she moaned as she welcomed me inside. She was wet, hot, and tight. Her hips rose to meet mine, and I was thankful for the essence of her that clung to me.

Pretty’s hips gyrated and welcomed every one of my thrusts, dips, and strokes, and I didn’t want to ever pull out of her.

“Aww, Pretty. Why’re you still so tight? So hot?”

“It’s all for you, baby.”

I gripped her hips and pulled her up to me. I pushed deeper into her, connecting us in a way that was impossible to sever our connection.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

“Ahh! Mm-mm. Gimme more, Drew. I want more.”

She pushed her hips up hard into me, and a strong breeze blew over our bodies, moist with a gentle spray of ocean mist.

When she locked her arms around me, I covered her mouth with mine. She arched her back, popped her pussy, and tightened it around me. I pumped hard and in short, fast propulsions until I felt her leaking on my dick.

The more she leaked, the louder she moaned, despite me covering her kisses. The louder she moaned, the harder time I had trying to hold my nut back. I gave up and stopped trying to fight it. I gave in to the feeling and exploded inside of her. I wanted her to have every gift I blessed her with, and she received it with a welcome, open, and suctioning motion.

After we finished having sex, we walked along the beach and talked for a while. We had gone back to the villa to nap again, shower, and get dressed up for dinner. We ate dinner on the lanai before we headed back out to walk the gardens.

It was a quiet evening, and the air was redolent with the sweet scent of flowers mixed with the saltiness of the ocean spray misting the air.

“What was your first impression when you saw me?” she asked.

“Magnetic.” I kneeled and plucked a hibiscus flower and placed it in her hair. The smile that she rewarded me with made a nigga feel weak in his knees.

“Why that word?” She giggled.

“Because I was talking with someone, and I remember feeling a strong urge to look up. When I finally did, my eyes were drawn to a corner of the room, and there you were. I couldn’t take my eyes off you no matter who I was speaking with or speaking about. You were like a magnet drawing my eyes in until I had to be near you, to hear you, to smell your scent, to touch you—to be with you.”

“My God, you’re such a romantic. Who says that football players are big, dumb jocks?” she asked, laughing as she leaned in for a kiss.

I cupped the back of her head and kissed her lips slowly. “I got a lot of big things on me, beautiful lady, but the only dumb thing I’ve ever done was not insist we stay in touch and let you walk out of that hotel suite.”

“Mm.” Pretty smiled and brushed her finger over my eyebrows.

“Have I surpassed that other great date yet?”

“Baby, when you let me know that we were going to Sorrel Island, you far surpassed that date.” She giggled.

“Good. I plan to give you plenty of dates that are far better than that one.”

We kissed, and I pulled back and stared at her for several long seconds.

“Wanna know what my first impression of you was?” she asked.

“What?”

“Warmth. Comfort. Security. Arousal. In that order.”

“Damn. Glad I could be of service, ma’am.”

“How about we head back to the villa, and you service me now?” she suggested.

“I think I can accommodate you.” I swept her off her feet, and she whooped and then burst into a fit of giggles.

We had spent four amazing days on Sorrel Island, and we would be leaving this afternoon. Drew had proven to not only be sweet, but a romantic at heart. I loved that he had done this for me. My mind was still blown away by the fact that he’d planned an entire trip just to tell me he loved me. I couldn’t imagine what he might do to propose.