Chapter 11

Chelsea ... It’s The Eyes For Me

Everything seemed peaceful. The sound of birds singing was so melodic. I rested in the bright yellow hammock watching the leaves on the trees sway. The wind felt delightful on my skin. I chuckled to myself. I had sex with a woman and I actually liked it, oh God help me. Was I doing too much in the name of revenge?

And, Andre’s dick was no joke though. I was still pulsating as I lay there trying to recoup my energy. I smiled again. My phone rang. I saw it was my girl again. I let it go to voice mail. She was cool and I appreciated her always trying to help me and Ashton patch things up but at the moment, I was enjoying myself. I was going to take advantage of the time away.

I heard the rustling of bushes and a voice, “Hola, hola,” his baritone sounded. I looked up into his eyes. The eyes. As they say in the culture, “It’s the eyes, for me.”

I smiled as he stepped to the window and sat on the sill, “Hola, pretty lady.”

“Hi Christian.”

“How were the falls?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but blush.

He chuckled, “I love the falls too. It’s a nice area of the island. You should let me show you the caves and the lagoon.”

“I don’t know about the cave but I can do the lagoon.”

He laughed, “It’s not very deep or scary.”

“If you say so,” I joked.

“Are you ready for movie night?”

“I’m hoping to recoup my strength by then. I just feel so lazy like I don’t want to leave this spot.”

“I can give you a massage. I’m good with my hands.”

I looked at him with one eyebrow raised. He laughed, “Seriously, everyone loves my massages.” He stepped into the area and helped me out of the hammock, “let me show you.”

From the moment we stepped into the bedroom, I had this strange feeling that his dick was going to end up in my pussy. Even though he may have been trying to be cool I was dying to get a taste of him. I mean the eyes, sis. The eyes.

I took off my shirt and lay on my belly. He reached for some lotion I had sitting on the nightstand. He put some in his hands and then rubbed my shoulders. He did have nice strong hands. He worked the kinks in my upper back. I almost fell asleep until I felt his hand rubbing my lower back and then my ass. I turned and looked at him.

He smiled, “Just relax, you’re tense everywhere.”

He massaged my ass and then went down to my thighs. He rubbed and squeezed my muscles until I could no longer stand it. I rolled over and looked at him. He saw my big beautiful breasts. I saw his erection. It was hard to hide.

“I can leave if you want me to,” he said. I knew he did not want to leave. He was rock-hard. And even though I was still tired, I had to see what he was working with. I was already past the point of no return. I summoned him with my finger.

He came closer to me. I pulled down his shorts. His sausage flopped out and curved to the left. I grabbed him and took him into my mouth. I loved hearing him moan as I pressed my full lips against his shaft. He knew what he stepped into the room for and I was about to make his knees buckle.

He had these nice muscular thighs that flexed without even trying as he stood there holding the sides of my face watching me suck him. I massaged his plums and never lost eye contact. I felt him getting weaker by the second, “Fuck,” he said as he stepped back.

He quickly tugged at the shorts I wore and pulled them off; he buried his face into my treasure. He had a point to prove. From the moment he licked and sucked I knew I was going to be in trouble. He locked my thighs in position and pressed down on my belly. I couldn’t squirm or inch away. Then he unleashed his tongue of fury. I swear I had never had my soul snatched the way Christian tasted me.

I had to push at his head to get him to stop. He grinned and wiped his chin before placing my right leg on his shoulder, my hand touched his toned chest. I watched him work his hips masterfully. He alternated his cadence from slow to medium tempo until I dug my nails into his back.

He grinned and pressed into me holding my legs back with his arms. He went slow while looking at me like he wanted me to know, he knew he was working my pussy right. His lips pressed onto mine and we kissed as his hips continued to rotate, thrust, and hold steady.

His stroke game was insane. It was like every time I got used to one thing, he’d switch it up and make me squeal. “Fuck Christian, oh fuck,” I moaned repeatedly.

“Si, si, si, oh fuck, mami, I’m cumming, Argghh,” he pulled out of me and stroked over my belly until he erupted. He lay next to me. I looked at my belly covered in his sauce. I stood and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I returned and found him sleeping. I had to chuckle.

I lay next to him and took a nap as well.