Yessi’s taste still lingers on my lips. I can’t wait to get her to the hotel. Cuffs has to stay at the clinic for treatment, but the doctor hopes he’ll make a full recovery. After I leave a deposit at the vet, Yessi and I hightail it out of there. 

I call for a taxi. As we wait for it to arrive, I pin Yessi against the side of the building and kiss her like I’ve just returned from deployment. I never had a girlfriend waiting for me back home while I was stationed overseas. Not that I planned it that way or anything, it just never worked out like that. I used to be so jealous of the men who came home to their loving wives waiting for them when our carrier rolled into port. Some of the wives would hold up signs that read, I love my Marine. Those lucky devil dogs would run off the carrier first, sweep their women into their arms, and kiss them like there was no tomorrow.

And I would go home alone and get on a dating app to get laid. But it was just sex, no emotion involved, and it got old quick.

I nip at Yessi’s lower lip after another passionate kiss. “You’re so incredibly hot. I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”

She kisses me back and rubs her hands over my biceps. “Same here, even though I couldn’t stand you. Besides, you’re not out of the doghouse yet. You’re still on probation until you agree to stop selling puppies.”

I laugh and kiss her again, gripping her incredible ass.

A taxi pulls up, and we immediately climb into the back seat and start making out like teenagers. I don’t know what it is about Yessi, but I can’t get enough of her. She isn’t shy or timid in the least, aggressively kissing me back like she doesn’t care that the cabbie can see. Just days ago, we were mortal enemies, and now I hope we’re about to become lovers.

We finally arrive at the hotel. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see our bags at the valet stand. Guess tipping the limo driver handsomely definitely helped. We step into the breathtaking lobby, and I marvel at the million-dollar view of the ocean outside. When the world gets insane, and I lose my way, Hawai’i has always had a way of recalibrating me. Even though I moved around a lot as a military brat, no place has ever felt more like home to me.

The front desk attendant waves me over with a broad smile. I walk over to him with Yessi by my side.

“Aloha, Preston Evans. Welcome to the Kahala. Thank you for staying with us.” He types something and adds, “I have reservations for two rooms.”

Yessi whispers in my ear, “Cancel mine.”

Yeah, baby.

“Actually, we’ll only be needing one room. Could I upgrade to one of your suites?”

“Of course, sir. We have our largest beach suite available if you’d like? It’s steps away from the sand.”

Fuck yeah. Maybe we can go skinny-dipping in the ocean. “That would be wonderful. We’ll take it.”

“Would you like the bellman to bring up your bags?”

No, because I plan to throw Yessi against the wall and fuck her the second I get to the room. 

“No, thanks. I got them.”

I tip the bellman for keeping our bags and grab them from the luggage cart. 

Once inside the elevator, I kiss Yessi again, pressing my hard cock between her thighs. I want to fuck her right here in the elevator, but once I notice the camera in the corner, I decide doing that would be an absolutely terrible idea. 

I have zero desire to make yet another sex tape. I want to keep Yessi all to myself.

The elevator arrives on our floor, and after I struggle with the stupid key card, the door opens. I don’t even stop to admire the opulence of our suite or the pristine sand of the beautiful beachfront right outside our room. The only beauty I’m interested in appreciating is Yessi. 

I pick her up, carry her into the bedroom, and place her on the bed.

I pause to truly appreciate her physical beauty. She renders me speechless. Her body is perfection—ample breasts, a tiny waist, and a gorgeous, lush ass.

Her long eyelashes flutter, and I stare into her eyes, which are the hue of rich cognac. She’s already shed the sweatshirt she was wearing on the plane, and she’s clad in a tight black tank top and dark jeans. I can’t wait to discover every inch of her body.

I lean over her and pull her tank top off over her head. Her skin is tan and flawless, covered only by lacy lingerie. She’s a work of art, her incredible body adorned with intricate ink. She has some seriously kick-ass tattoos, not the usual girly ones. Hers are fierce, fascinating, and feminine. 

Just like her. 

I trace the ink on her body down to her hip. Her chest rises when I touch her. I can’t wait to see her ripe nipples under her bra and to suck on her tits, but I want to tease her first. 

I haven’t felt this kind of anticipation or hunger for a woman since I can’t remember when. My sex life over the past few months has consisted of swipe rights through dating apps, shopping from an endless catalog of women. As horrible as it sounds, I don’t even remember most of them.

Meaningless sex and hookups soothed my soul for a while. But not anymore. Falling in love with Kira had made me realize that I wanted more than just sex, but once our sex life was exposed, I felt like I’d lost Kira to the world. I felt betrayed. I didn’t trust her anymore. 

I want Yessi to be only mine. I refuse to share her.

If she’s seen my tape, I’m sure she expects me to be fast and rough, but not tonight. I want to take my time and live in this moment, in this paradise, in her. 

I cup her face, close my eyes, and kiss her sweet lips. 

We kiss tenderly, gently, slowly, exploring each other’s mouths, tasting each other, building anticipation for what’s to come. 

She bites my bottom lip, and I growl like one of her dogs. 

I unhook her black lace bra and free her beautiful tits—then I suddenly become distracted by something metallic on her nipple.

Holy fuck. She has a nipple ring. It’s so fucking hot. I’ve never fucked a woman with a nipple piercing before. The shock value alone makes my cock even harder than I thought possible. 

“Jesus, Yessi. Your nipple ring is so hot. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Anything else you’re hiding?”

“Undress me and find out.”

Yes, ma’am.

How did I not know she had a nipple ring? I’ve been staring at her tits from the second I laid eyes on her. The ring is like a hidden treasure meant only for my eyes, like the pearl in the center of an oyster. 

I can’t wait to suck on her. I lower my lips and take her nipple into my mouth, flicking the ring with my tongue. She gasps and starts to writhe under me. My hand laces with hers and I continue to suck on her. The metallic taste of the ring blends with the sweetness of her flesh. Her other hand grips my back as I take her nipple with my teeth. 

I focus on her other breast and appreciate the contrast between them. She’s just as sensitive and reactive with this nipple. “Do you like when I suck on your nipple? Are you going to come for me, my naughty girl?”

“Presssss.”

Her breath comes in waves, and I think she might come just from nipple play alone, but I want her to come in my mouth. I want to taste her pussy and lap up her sweetness. 

She props herself up on her elbows and kisses me again, a hungry kiss. Her hands reach under my shirt, feeling my abs, sending a jolt to my cock. She lifts the shirt over my head and licks her lips when she sees my naked chest. 

She climbs on top of me and begins to kiss my body. Her lips are so soft against my hard skin. I’ve felt desired by other women, but it usually felt like they were interested in me for just a physical connection, and, of course, I feel that way with Yessi, but it’s more than that. Seeing her excitement over exploring my body and the hunger in her eyes, I feel desired for more than just my body.

I refuse to wait any longer.

I need to taste her now. 

I place her on her back and start to make my way down her body, tracing every line of ink to her belly button, which is surprisingly not pierced.

I kiss over the waistband of her jeans and marvel at her curves. Her waist is so tiny, but her hips are wide. She has the perfect hourglass shape. 

I pull off her pants and am thrilled when I find out she’s wearing a black thong underneath. I flip her over onto her stomach to examine her incredible ass. Though I love her breasts, I’m most definitely an ass man, and Yessi’s is one for the books.

I squeeze her cheeks and kiss her down the swell of her back. I think of all the things I can do to her ass—spank it, eat it, fuck it…but not tonight. 

Tonight, I just want her pussy. Tonight, it’s all about making Yessi feel good.

I remove her panties and then flip her over onto her back. I gasp when I see her pussy. It’s perfection—a dark triangle of neatly trimmed curls that I can’t wait to bury my face into.

I spread her legs wide and kiss around her thighs, on top of her lips, all while inhaling her sweet scent. Finally, when I’m unable to resist anymore, I feast on her pussy like I’m a man breaking a fast.

Her body immediately reacts to my efforts as she begins to moan; a sweet, breathy moan that causes my cock to harden so much it hurts. Her pussy is everything. 

I drown myself in her wetness. She tastes like hot, sweet sex, and I’m drunk on her. I press my tongue firmly against her clit, and she gasps. “That’s my girl. I want you to come all over my face.”

“Ay!”

I discover what she likes as I eat her for all I’m worth. I can tell she’s getting close to the edge as her hands clasp my hair, holding me against her pussy. Her body tenses up and then she explodes, as I lap up every last drop of her sweetness. 

She giggles like a schoolgirl as I take a final lick. 

I pull myself up next to her. She unbuckles my belt and pulls down my pants. Her eyes drop to my cock. “My turn.”

“Fuck yeah, baby. You want to suck it?”

“I can’t wait.”

I sit up on the bed as she crawls over me. She grabs the base of my cock as her lips begin to kiss the tip. 

I can feel the moisture from her mouth, but she seems content teasing me. She rubs her hand up and down my cock, her lips still planting kisses on the tip. 

I want to feel her hot mouth around me. 

She finally licks under the tip, a sensation that drives me insane. Her mouth opens wide, and I almost expect her to just suck me in a little, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Her eyes meet mine and then she deep-throats my cock. 

Whoa. 

Her lips make a perfect seal around me as she sucks me deep. Hard, so hard. I want to explode in her mouth so badly, but I have to pace myself.  

But her pressure doesn’t let up. Her head bobs up and down as her hand rubs along with the rhythm. The difference between the friction of her hand and her mouth drives me wild. I’ve never had a blow job like this. 

She keeps looking up at me and making eye contact. Her eyes slay me and seem to have some type of hypnotic effect. Every time she opens those wide eyes, I melt inside.

Her lips release their seal around my cock. “Come in my mouth, baby. I want to taste your cum.”

“Make me.”

Her lips spread into a slick smile, and she starts working my cock with her mouth…her hand and her lips. The pressure builds in my balls, and I just want to live in this moment of ecstasy. Her hand clamps tight a final time around my cock, and I explode into her mouth. 

She just gives me a satisfied smile and gracefully swallows. 

Damn, this chick is fantastic.

I pull her up to me, and we share a kiss, which I think it’s hot, and clearly, Yessi does too.

I stroke her hair. “That was incredible.”

“I thought so too.”

I collapse back onto the bed with Yessi in my arms. I’m not even a little disappointed that I didn’t fuck her. 

I have the rest of this trip for that.