I hail a cab, and just like yesterday, we get in the back seat and start kissing. Her soft skin smells like coconut and papaya, good enough to eat. I nip and lick her neck. “Why do you taste so sweet?”

“Vegans taste better.”

Ha. I’m already addicted to her scent, her taste, her touch. Even crazier is how I’ve agreed to rework my whole business model to please her, though I’ve now been convinced it’s the right thing to do. 

What would it be like to be in a long-term relationship with Yessi? Would I become a better man? Or would I never be good enough for a woman like her?

The taxi arrives at the hotel. I pay the guy, and just like yesterday, we race to the room. I vow to actually explore this beautiful resort, but not now. Later.

After I fuck Yessi. 

Our kissing resumes in the elevator, but this time, I won’t be satisfied just to taste her. 

When we reach the room, I open the door, turn her around, and throw her over the back of the sofa. I hike up her sundress, and my hands grip her incredible ass as I kiss her neck. 

“Oh, Pres.”

“Don’t go anywhere.” I slap her ass and dash to the bathroom to get a condom. When I return, she’s still bent over the sofa, waiting for me. ”Come here, baby.”

She walks over to me, and I scoop her up and carry her to the coffee table. I’m dying to fuck her, but I’m a patient man. I want her wet and ready for me. 

I remove her pink lace panties and spread her legs wide. I kneel before her and lick her pussy, eating her, devouring her, lapping up her sweetness. Her breath starts to sputter. I slide my finger inside of her, and she’s so incredibly tight. She moans, and her cheeks flush. 

“Pres! Just fuck me.”

Yes, ma’am. 

“On all fours,” I bark.

She obediently hops off the table and climbs on the sofa. Her sundress is still on, and I find it so incredibly hot that her bare-naked ass is sticking up in the air while the thin material covers the rest of her banging body. 

I can’t wait any longer to fuck her.

I roll the condom on over my cock and climb behind her on the sofa. I rub her pussy again, and she’s so wet, so ready for me. 

I tap the head of my cock against her pussy and slowly slide it in as she gasps. 

“You okay, baby? You like my cock?”

“Yes, I love it.”

Bingo. She pushes her ass back, pressing it against my crotch. And I’m lost inside her. She’s so hot. The view of her plump ass is almost too much to handle. Her pussy clamps around my cock and I’m already in pure ecstasy. The harder I fuck her, the harder she fucks me back, moving her ass back and forth, meeting every thrust. My hand rubs her clit, and her breathing speeds up. 

“That’s it, baby.”

She whimpers. I need to see her face, I need to connect with her, I want more than just sex from her. I want passion. I want intimacy. I want acceptance.

I want love. 

I pull out of her and sit back down on the sofa and turn her to face me. “Let me see you, beautiful. Come here.”

I’m done with her dress now. I pull it off over her head, and her long black hair cascades over her nipples. I take a mental picture of this moment.

She climbs on my lap and this time she’s in control of the motion. She lowers herself down on my cock, slowly, so slowly. 

Finally, we’re fully connected. Man and woman. Mind, body, and soul. 

She rocks and rolls on me, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Her rhythm quickens, and I know she’s close.

I nuzzle my head on her chest and lower my mouth to her nipple. I take the pierced one into my mouth, and she moans. She tosses her head back, and I clamp my hands down on her hips, guiding her movement, bringing her closer to the edge and then forcing her back down again. 

“Make me feel good,” she screams.

I grind her down on my cock again and suck on her tits until she lets out a long cry. Her pussy clamps and releases around my cock and I allow myself to let go, exploding in ecstasy. 

I stop for a moment and look into her eyes. “I’m crazy about you.”

“Me, too. That was . . . that was amazing.”

I kiss her forehead. She climbs off my lap and runs off to the bathroom. I head to the other bathroom to clean up. 

I start making plans for the rest of the day. What would she enjoy? I want to spoil her. Well, a luau is out. No pig roasted in the ground for Yessi. A romantic dinner on the beach? A moonlit swim in the ocean? A live concert at a local bar?

I reach for my phone to research our options, and I see three missed calls. 

I check the voicemail.