I rounded the bar and sat her on the first table. Her body was perfectly proportionate with mine as I stood in between her legs. She looked up at me with abandonment and yearning; the heady expression was enough for me to lose control. I kicked all the chairs aside and brushed off the entire table’s contents to the ground. I roughly grabbed the back of her neck and plunged my tongue into her eager and awaiting mouth. Our tongues did a sinful dance of want and need. It went back and forth between us, each giving the other what they craved. She clutched on to my hair and I pulled on hers, beckoning her head to fall back and give me the liberty to assault her neck.
I inhaled the sweet and tantalizing smell of Ysa, and ran my nose up and down from her chin to her collarbone, leaving a wake of desire behind.
She was my kryptonite.
I slowly removed her camisole and swiftly made my way down to her luscious breasts. Her nipples were hard, waiting for me to take them into my mouth. I sucked and gently bit one while my hand caressed and fondled the other. Her breathing escalated and both of her soft, delicate hands gripped my hair as her hips gyrated forward and toward the edge of the table.
Her legs spread wider and I got down on my knees.
I kissed my way to her lower abdomen and looked up with just my eyes. She was looking down at me, observing everything that I was doing, with a dark, dilated, intensified gaze. I grinned. My teeth latched onto the front of her panties, while my hands went to the sides.
She grinned back.
I growled and deliberately slid them down, throwing them to the side. I grabbed her right foot and perched it on the side of the table as I licked my way to her core, and then proceeded to do the exact same thing with the other. When I was a few inches away from her wetness, I backed away and sat on my ankles. There she was, completely spread eagle for me.
She leaned back on her hands, cocked her head to the side, and raised an eyebrow. She lingered for a few seconds to let me admire the view, and then seductively licked her lips as she started to rotate her hips front and back like she was fucking the table.
I could have come right then and there.
She pulled in her bottom lip and moaned, never stopping the momentum of her movements. “You didn’t eat dinner,” she taunted. “Aren’t you hungry?”
Fuck me…
There I sat, completely open for him. Showing him every last part of me. It didn’t matter how many men I performed for, or how many men I’d been with, it was always different with Sebastian. I knew our making love was going to be primal and it was going to look like we were fucking, technically, we were. Though, our feelings and emotions were all love–every last one of them. That’s all that mattered; it spoke enough for our actions.
I always loved a man’s eyes on me. They all said the same thing.
Want.
Craving.
Lust.
Sebastian’s said all that and more.
Love.
Home.
Mine.
You might ask yourself if I missed the power and control of being a VIP. Take a look at me…
Does it look like it’s fucking gone?
I leaned back on my hands, cocked my head to the side, and raised an eyebrow. I paused for a few seconds to let him admire the view. When I knew his cock was ready to explode, I took it a step further. I seductively licked my lips and started to rotate my hips front and back, just like I would on his dick.
I sucked in my bottom lip and moaned, never stopping the riding motion of my hips. And just because I could…I fucked with him.
“You didn’t eat dinner,” I insinuated. “Aren’t you hungry?”
He lunged forward, almost knocking me off the table and devoured my pussy. He licked and sucked on my clit as if it centered him, giving him peace and tranquility. I moved my hands to the back of his head and continued the movements of my hips.
“Fuck…” I breathed out, and our stares locked. “I love you, Sebastian. I love you, I love you, I love you,” I repeated as I climaxed on his face.
His tongue immediately moved to my opening and he growled the second his tongue dipped inside, licking and eating me clean.
“Goddamn it, you taste good.”
I latched on to the sides of his face and shoved my tongue into his mouth, tasting my arousal for him and only him. I heard the rustling of his pants as he just let them fall down his thighs, not bothering to remove any of his clothing. His hands went around to my ass and he effortlessly picked me up off the table and slammed me right down onto his cock. In one thrust, he was deep inside me.
We moaned in unison and took a moment to appreciate the feeling of being connected. Two people in love becoming one, nothing is more powerful or fulfilling.
I was tightly wrapped around his body and his arms leveled me up and down, thrusting me onto his shaft. We had never done that before, and I could maybe count a handful of times that I had done it that way with another man. It took a lot of strength to hold someone up in that position.
Sebastian was marking me. We engulfed each other in the sensations of this perfect and precise angle to both our desired spots.
“Ysa…” he panted. “Let go a little, look at me, I got you, you’re not going anywhere.”
I loosened my hold and hitched in a breath when I looked into his eyes.
Devotion.
Loyalty.
Yours.
Always yours.
I braced my forehead on his and we never once took our eyes off each other. It took all my willpower to not let my eyes roll to the back of my head. Within seconds, we were both gasping and breathless for air. Our moans were getting louder and heavier, and we were both dripping sweat. I could feel my come dripping down my ass. Within minutes, neither one of us could take it anymore.
We both came together. Hard.
It was all that and more.
“What are we doing for the holidays?” I asked as she made her morning protein shake.
It had been almost four months since I had been on the island with her. She ran her hand through her hair, ruffling it all over. It was getting long, almost down to her ass; the longer it got, the less it curled. Now it appeared like she had soft waves. I could smell the lingering vanilla scented shampoo and sunscreen she put on every morning.
Deadly combination for my cock.
“I don’t know. That’s my busiest time of the season.”
I nodded. “I imagine, but how about you let me take you away for a few days. You’ve said so yourself the bar runs itself and your crew and management can hold down the place for a bit.”
“True. You do know we live on an island, though? Where are you taking me that’s better than paradise?” she said with a giggle.
“I was thinking we would go to Colorado. Maybe go snowboarding for a few days, rent a cabin in Breckenridge. The city is amazing during Christmas time, all the houses are lit up.”
She smiled and sat up on the counter. “You can snowboard?” she asked, taking a sip of her shake.
“Of course, I can snowboard; I’ve been going since I was a kid. I’m actually pretty good. I’d have to go to my parents’ and get my board, though.”
“Oh…” The sadness in her tone was evident.
She bowed her head and I stepped in between her legs. “I was thinking another idea, too.”
She looked up at me. “You’re just full of them today, huh?” She narrowed her eyes as I placed my hand on her inner thigh. “Be nice,” she cautioned.
“I’m always nice, especially when I’m in between in your legs,” I teased. “What I was thinking, was that you would come back to Miami with me. I haven’t been back in almost three four, Ysa. I miss Christian like crazy, and Skype just isn’t cutting it anymore.”
She nodded. “No, I understand.”
“I also want to talk to Julia. She’s been extremely understanding of me being here, and I’d like to let her know what’s going to happen from here on out. I need to take a meeting with Yachting Enterpri
se’s as well.”
Her eyes followed my every word. “Yeah…definitely…that makes sense.” She played it off well, but I could see her confusion and intrigue to what I was going to say next.
“I’d love for you to meet my parents.”
“Whoa…”
I chuckled at her response. “Not only that, But I’d love for you to officially meet Christian and Julia, Ysa. I want my two worlds to unite so we can all come up with some sort of game plan for everyone involved.”
She sucked in air. “Sebastian, that has nothing to do with me.”
“It has everything to do with you. My mom would love to meet you. I talk about you all the time; they know where I am. They know everything.”
“Everything?” she asked with apprehension.
“They know the important parts. Not so much the specifics. Julia knows I’m here with you. I want to go back together and then come home together.”
“Okay…” she replied with obvious confusion.
“Okay?”
Her head was spinning with questions.
Her eyes darted all around the room, trying to process everything I was saying at a rapid speed. I could see the overwhelming perplexity of what I was requesting on her face. She wasn’t doing a good job at hiding it. Her emotions were running wild, trying to catch up with her ability to understand how serious I was about us.
“I don’t need to come home with you,” she blurted. “I live here. I don’t want to decide for you what is going to happen. I don’t want to be involved in deciding what happens with everyone else. But this is where I am, so if you want to be here, just go, figure out your shit and then come back,” she argued.
“I’m not asking you to. I’ve already made my decision. I’m moving here. I want to sell off my equity and partnership of Yachting Enterprises; I’ve already spoken to them. They have my final offer and we need to sit down and work out all the paperwork. I don’t need to worry about money, ever. I’ve done very well for myself; Christian will have everything he needs. We will have everything we need. I want to invest in a charter business, here, with you.” I paused to let her take in my words. “I want to trade in my yacht that’s at the marina in Miami for a fishing boat and sail it back, here, with you. I’d like to talk to Julia and my parents about all of this in person, with you by my side. It’s no longer just me, Ysa; it’s us, and I want a life with you. Not just today, but tomorrow and every day after that. We’re a team now, a partnership, and I want you to be a part of the decision-making process, for me, for us, and everyone else included. It will affect you, me, us, as much as them.”
I stood there waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t make a sound. She stared at me like I had grown three heads or something in the last few minutes. I waited for a response, anything to let me know that we were on the same page. Still nothing. I laid my heart out to her, and she hadn’t said one thing. But if the expression on her face and the silence she’s displaying were supposed to mean something, then I was royally fucked.
Just when I think we take two steps forward, we take three back.
The silence was terrifying and it was eating away at all my insecurities.
Be patient…
I was about to say something, anything, when her phone rang, taking her out of her coma-induced daze. “I’m going to get that,” she announced, shaking her head.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah…it could be important.”
“More important than this?” I demanded, wanting an answer.
She put her hands up in the air in a frustrated gesture. “Just…chill…give me a second.” She pushed me backward, away from her, and jumped off the counter, quickly grabbing her cell phone off the dining table and sprinting out the front door.
What the fuck just happened?
I walked outside and closed the door behind me, and just started walking with nowhere in particular to go.
Please don’t follow me…I need a minute, or thirty…maybe a lifetime…
My phone kept ringing and I placed it to my ear, not caring to check who was calling. “Hello,” I answered.
“Hey, Kid, how’s my favorite troublemaker?”
I couldn’t get my mouth to move. I could barely form thoughts and sentences, which seemed to be a problem, too.
“You there? Ysabelle?” he added.
I shook my head. “Yeah…hey, Devon, what’s up?” I responded, shaken.
“You all right?”
“I don’t fucking know…” I honestly replied.
“Okay…do you want to talk about it?”
I shrugged as if he could see me. “I don’t even know what just happened…how can I talk about it if I don’t understand it,” I countered.
“How about you start from the beginning.”
I nodded. “Umm…one minute we’re talking about going away, and then Colorado, which led to snowboarding…and then he’s telling me he’s going back to Miami to get his snowboard that is at his parents’ house…” I rambled, throwing my hands in the air and walking around in circles. “So then he’s asking me to go meet his parents…I don’t know his parents…I don’t know anyone’s parents…I don’t even know my own parents. I mean, I know my mom…but she’s a cunt…I never met my dad…” I continued, mindlessly babbling. “Yeah…” I nodded repeatedly.
“Then…he’s telling that he wants me by his side to talk to Julia and his parents…who I’m just going to meet for the first time…how the fuck does that even make sense. But get this, Devon…they know everything…so, let me tell you how that introduction is going to go, ‘Oh, hi, I’m Ysabelle, yes that Ysabelle, the one that broke up your son’s marriage…yeah…we had an affair for a year until Julia found out and then everything went to shit. But it’s okay because I’m no longer a VIP, I’m only your son’s whore now,’” I reasoned. “Doesn’t that sound awesome? To top it all off, he’s moving here and he wants to open a charter business with his fishing boat that he wants us to bring back together.” I nodded again. “So…that sums it up in a nutshell. How are you?”
“I’m great. You sound…” He hesitated. “…good…”
“Great, actually.” I hadn’t stopped nodding.
“Excellent. So…are you going to pick me up from the airport?”
I stopped nodding and frowned. “Huh?”
“I’m at the airport. I was coming to visit today, you remember? My divorce was finalized last month, you told me to come visit.”
“Holy shit, Devon! I completely forgot. Fuck…I-I-I—”
“Kid, take a deep breath, relax, I’ll take a cab. I’ll see you soon. We’ll continue this conversation, okay?” I nodded like he could see me. “Okay.”
I aimlessly walked into the bar and Sebastian was talking to Jamie, one of my employees.
“There she is,” she announced, making him turn and take in my disheveled appearance. I didn’t give him a chance to comment.
“Devon’s on his way here. Did you remember he was coming today?”
He cocked his head to the side in concern and confusion. “It slipped my mind.”
“Mine, too. I think I’m going to take a shower.”
“Ysa…”
I put my hands up in front of me to stop him. “Sebastian, please, I can’t do this right now.”
Before I could see how my response hurt him, I turned and walked upstairs.
I showered, dressed, and put myself together as best as I could. By the time I was done, I walked out into the living room; Devon was sitting on the couch with his son, Ethan, in his lap. Sebastian was nowhere to be found.
“Hi,” I sighed.
He laughed. “You look like you got ran over by a bus.”
“I feel like I did. How was your flight?”
“It was good. Ethan flirted with the girl next to me so it made it that much better.”
“That sounds about right.” I went into the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink or eat?” I hollered.
“Yeah, I’ll take a water. We ate on the plane.”
“Who the fuck eats on a plane? Did you ride first class?”
“No, Princess Kid, we did not. I bought something at the airport and ate it on the plane. Ethan has his snacks. He’ll be good for a bit.”
I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and handed him one, then sat on the opposite couch, facing him.
“He’s gotten big,” I acknowledged, nodding at his two-year-old son.
“That usually happens when you feed them.”
“He looks more like you than that Miami whore.” He was about to scold me for calling her that, but then nodded in agreement. “Can I say I told you so, now?” I smiled.
He chuckled. “I’m surprised it took you this long.”
“So how much did she take you for?”
“You know, I do know a thing about business, and marriage is very much a business deal. Two parties coming together and uniting, assets are very important to take into consideration when making such a huge commitment.”
I laughed. “Why, thank you, Mr. Hill, for clarifying in such great detail how that works.”
He smirked. “We had a prenup.”
I gasped. “You did know she was a whore!” I yelled.
He rolled his eyes. “No…but it’s life and I have to take care of myself. She got more than enough in the settlement and with child support, she won’t ever have to work again.”
“Ugh, you’re such a nice guy. I would have left her with nothing. She fucking cheated on you…with a bar-back, at your bar! Might I add. She’s a piece of work.”
“I’m aware.”
“I mean, damn…if you’re going to cheat, don’t downgrade; she was already fucking the boss. Now that’s disgusting.”
He shook is head.
“What? I mean, and the obvious, too; she hurt you and shit.”
“Oh lord…have I told you how much I’ve missed you?”
I looked up in thought. “Not today.”