“Oh, shit,” Barry jumped in place and followed Rob. “Me, too!”
I stayed in place, waiting to see them out. I was happy to be alone with her finally. She seemed so cool with hanging around a bunch of dudes for the better part of the day. From where I stood I could see her out near the water. Her hourglass frame looked fucking unbelievable from behind in the yellow string bikini. I watched as she rounded her neck, stretching out her muscles while the sun set around her. To me, everything happened around Zoey: my schedule lately had been detailed as much as possible around her availability; my thoughts and crazy ass plans for the future were around Zoey and how she would play a part in them; and now the sun was setting around her stunning frame.
She seemed so relaxed compared to when we first arrived a few days ago. It was interesting to observe how Zoey was just as caught up in the air as she was that first morning here. I wanted to relax her even more, though. I went over and changed the station on the radio for a much more mellow speed.
“A’ight, chief! We out.” I heard from behind me.
“Aye, y’all got another doobie on hand?” I tossed over my shoulder.
There was silence for a few seconds before Barry tapped my shoulder, handing me a spliff and lighter from behind. I followed them out and locked the door. On my way to the patio, I grabbed a condom and lit up, taking a long drag. I hadn’t smoked in a while, so I had to let my lungs adjust on my way out. I sidled behind Zoey, sitting on the big yellow rock that came to my abdomen and brought both my arms around her.
I held the joint inches from her face and whispered in her ear, “Don’t do it if you don’t want to.”
Her scent already had me zoning as I went to nibble on her ear. She didn’t move, was calm and motionless, only inclining to my touch. My tongue then moved to her neck and worked down until I bit the spot between it and her sun kissed shoulder. I enjoyed tasting Zoey everywhere, got off by her response to my touch. My mouth traveled to the other side, adoring every inch of heated silk that it roamed. That’s when I felt her grab my lower arm, pulling it to her face as she took her first hit off indo.
I quickly brought my mouth up to her ear and instructed, “Don’t take in too much. Close off your nostrils, hold it in the cavity of your mouth before pushing it out.” I didn’t want her choking.
From beside her, I could see her eyes straining and watering, and nostrils flexing. She did as I advised, only the smoke didn’t expel smoothly. Zoey coughed considerably from the potent fumes. I gave her a minute to collect herself, found myself getting aroused by the new slant in her eyes.
I didn’t ask her if she wanted another hit and was surprised when she leaned forward and pulled again. She gathered it in her mouth and held it, only this time it flowed with more ease. Something about her willingness to trust me and take my instruction excited me and I roughly pulled her by the forehead with my right hand, turning her face into mine, taking her lips. She yielded right away, melding into me.
I drew her in tighter, appreciating the slight musk on her tongue from her introduction to MaryJane. She accepted my tongue immediately and quickly offered hers. I kissed her like the animal I’m transformed into when around her. She lifted her arm to the back of my head and we wrestled as R. Kelly’s “Greatest Sex” blasted throughout the property. How apropos.