Page 28 of F*ckin' With Me
Ecstasy—that was where I was, and my body governed itself accordingly. “Oh my God. I’m—I’m cumming.”I’m going to have to change bathing suits now.When I felt his finger massage my clit, my head fell back, and I released again. “I want to have sex.”
The sucking stopped. I was afraid to lower my gaze to meet his eyes. The fear of rejection gripped me. I took a deep breath when both of his hands gripped the back of my thighs.One, two, three . . . look.
“Simonette, I want the fuck out of you. I’m not sure if you’re ready for that. I mean, this is not just us having sex. This is your virginity. I want you to make sure this is what you want to do, love,” he told me.
I knew it was what I wanted to do. I didn’t feel like I was rushing. I was thirty years old, for Christ’s sake. “I know it’s what I want to do. What better place to give someone my virginity than in paradise?”
He tilted his head before he spoke again. “I want you to sleep on it. We still have two days here, baby.” It took a moment for me to agree to his request. His smirk was intoxicating, and I wanted to get drunk.
For the rest of the night, he enjoyed me in every way without actual intercourse. If he could bring me to my deepest sexual depth without intercourse, I shuddered to think of what it would feel like afterward.
Time For Nuptials . . .
“Girl, if your sister was mad at you before, she’s about to lose her damn mind. You’re going to look better than her.” Rissa had just finished styling me for the wedding. Gorgeous wasn’t strong enough to describe how I looked.Transcendent!
I gazed at her in the mirror. “You look beautiful too. We both are going to look better than everyone.”
The dress that Rissa picked out was flattering to every curve that I realized I had that weekend. My makeup was flawless and complemented the event. The weekend had been a boost to my confidence level in every way.
There was still an hour and a half before the wedding. I wondered what adjustment had to be made since I was kicked out of the wedding. In the meantime, there was something I had to ask Rissa. I’d gone back and forth about whether to ask her since I woke up. My conclusion was that it was the kind of thing friends asked each other. “Rissa, can you teach me how to perform oral sex?”
Her wine left her mouth. I rushed over to pat her back. She coughed violently. “Bitch, you can’t just say that shit while I’m drinking something. If you wanted me to die, just say that shit,” she said between her coughs.
I tried to hold in my laughter because she was still coughing. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know the right time to ask you. So, can you? I’ve read about it in very descriptive spice scenes and seen it on a porno.”
She lifted her hands. “Stop talking, Simonette. Jesus, erase the visual. Give me a chance to get the image of you and my brother doing anything past kissing out of my head.” She finally glanced at me. “Stop looking like a disappointed teenager. I’ll teach you, but I just need time to erase the visual.”
“Okay, that’s fair. I plan to have sex tomorrow night, so if it can be before then that would be great. I want to surprise him,” I told her.
Her head tipped backward with a loud gasp. “Simonette! What the fuck?” When it snapped back, her eyes bore into me. “Let’s go so I can make sure you and my brother are coordinated.”
She rolled her eyes before she left the room and yelled her brother’s name. My laugh finally escaped my lips. I lingered in front of the mirror to take in how beautiful I was.Wow! All of this was hiding under my sweats.
I walked into the living room. Daylen’s back was to me as Rissa messed with his tie. Her body leaned to the side. “There’s your girl, Bro.”
He turned around. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as his eyes started from my feet and made their way up to my head. “Come here, Simonette.”
I took the few steps into his space. His arms pulled me in the rest of the way. “You like?”
“I swear, if y’all mess up her lipstick, I’m going to beat ass in here,” Rissa mumbled as she walked off about us being horny teenagers. With a final glare, she said, “Ew.”
Daylen laughed. “What’s wrong with her?” He used his finger to lean my head back. He pecked my lips. “Let me not mess it up before pictures. I know enough to know her ass is serious.”
Both of us turned toward the sound of footsteps. “Rashad, you look casket sharp,” I complimented.
He stopped in his tracks. “Sis, I’m going to preface this with I love you.” There was a pregnant pause. “Don’t say that shit again. That, in no way, is a compliment. Don’t worry though. We gonna work on that.”
You would’ve thought I would have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I thought it was funny. With giggles, I responded. “Sorry. You look handsome.”
“Thank you. You look beautiful as well, respectfully. Rissa, bring your ass on! We’re ready to go!” he yelled.
Rissa told him to shut the fuck up as she came out of the room. “You’re sickening. Don’t you have someone’s wife to fuck?”
My head ping ponged between them as they went back and forth. Rashad tittered. “Says the girl who was smashing further down the beach from me.”
“Aye, y’all, chill the fuck out!” Daylen yelled. “I don’t want to hear about either of y’all asses fuckin’. Especially your hot ass, Rissa.”
My baby was ready to go. My arms wrapped around his waist. “Stop being mean.” My heart raced when my next thought popped into my head.I wonder what his reaction would be if I just said it. Just say it.In a whisper, I said, “I plan to be hot in the ass tomorrow night.”
