Page 30 of Tell Me You Love Me Again

The strip was breathtaking. There were so many people out, but everyone blended in and seemed to enjoy themselves. I said I wasn’t going to get into the water, but I couldn’t resist when I saw how beautiful it was. Gabe surprised me by joining me and we had so much fun just playing around and even christening the ocean with our love. Now we were headed to dinner to refuel so that we could do it all over again.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Snook?” Gabe asked, lovingly looking me in the eye as he stroked the back of my hand. We were seated on the roof overlooking the city, and it was breathtaking. If I had to choose one of my newest memories to cherish, it would be this one.

“I am. Thank you for this. It feels good to decompress and not stress about my memory or the lack thereof. I really appreciate this, Gabe.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Snook. I vowed to make you happy for the rest of your life, and I’m going to do that until I take my last breath.” I teared up listening to this man profess his love for me and you can tell that he means it. It’s eating me up that I’m having a hard time remembering the life we had, but I’m not the slightest disappointed in the one that we’re creating.

The waitress came and brought our food and it smelled delicious.

“I hope it tastes as good as it looks,” I declared. Cutting into my steak, I inspected it before taking a bite, and almost melted into the seat at how juicy and tender it was.

Closing my eyes, I moaned at the taste. “Mmm.” When I opened my eyes, Gabe was staring at me intensely.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful as hell,” he complimented, causing my cheeks to flush.

“Thank you,” I simpered.

“But I’m going to need you to calm down all that moaning before we don’t make it to dessert.” He smirked.

Matching the smirk that he sported, I said, “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

That was all that it took before we damn near scarfed our food down and paid the check. Gabe carried me to the car like I was his new bride, and I was basking in the glow of it all. He didn’t even waste any time opening the back door and placing me inside the back seat of the rental car that we had.

“What are you doing?” I asked lustfully. I knew very well what he was doing, but I wanted to hear in his voice how much he wanted me.

“About to let you ride this dick is what.” He was now seated beside me in the backseat and already unbuckling his slacks to free himself. I was glad I wore the dress instead of the jumpsuit that I initially picked out. My wardrobe of choice was coming in very handy right now as I slid down on my husband’s thick dick.

“Mmm.”

“Ssss…shit, Snook.” We moaned out in unison. Hearing him moan out my name put a battery in my back, and I started riding his dick like it would be the last time that I got to experience a dick this good.

Slap!

“That’s right, Snook. Ride this shit. Get it, mama,” he coached. I felt my juices leak out and settle where our bodies collided together. The sound and feeling were so euphoric. I didn’t want this feeling to ever dissipate.

“Mhmm…I feel you, baby. Let that shit go for Daddy.” Gabe was whispering in my ear and fucking me from underneath so good that I couldn’t even form a sound. All I could do was hold my mouth open and let my body succumb to his command. Shaking and squirting was all my body was capable of doing right now and I couldn’t or wouldn’t stop it if I wanted to.

“Shit, Snook. You gon’ make me bust right along with you, baby. Fuck!” I heard him grunt. When I heard him say that, I quickly recovered and turned around and leaned between the seats, resting on the armrest and rode my husband’s dick until he was digging his nails into the flesh of my waist and emptying all his seeds into my womb.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, never loosening his grip. I sat up and leaned my back against his chest. He rested his hand on the front of my neck and pulled my face close to his and gave me a kiss filled with so much passion, I felt his dick hardening inside of me again.

“Get up. I can’t handle you like I want in here. Let’s get back to the room or we’ll be giving these people a show that they weren’t prepared for.” Delivering one last kiss, I slid off of his lap. I retrieved some wipes from my purse to clean us up until we made it back to the hotel and got into the front seat.

Hand in hand, we cruised through the city, heading back toward the beach and back to our hotel room. During our ride, “Contagious” came on and I started singing along with Mr. Biggz. In the middle of the song, I stopped mid-song. I remembered singing this song when I was going on my solo trip. I remembered arguing with Gabe to take me out of town and he blew me off, using work as an excuse. I remember Chiquita and my mom told me I was spoiled because my husband told me ‘no’. Last but not least, I remember Gabe calling right before the accident happened, but I never answered. That had to be the call my father was talking about.

Gasp!

“What’s wrong, Snook? You okay?” Gabe asked.

I turned to look at him and everything came flooding back. The lonely nights. The neglect. The argument. The accident. Everything. It was in that moment that I remembered my husband didn’t value me or our marriage.

“Pull over,” I voiced, with tears streaming down my face.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Pull over!” I yelled this time. I felt like I was about to suffocate, and I needed to get away from him and now. As soon as he pulled over, I opened the door and started walking down the sidewalk. I needed to get as far away from Gabe as I possibly could.

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