However, there was only so much they could do in the shower. Netta got off her knees, reached behind her, and turned off the water. Their bodies were still wet as they made their way to the queen size bed. None of that seemed to matter when they landed on the bed, and Tone’s mouth found her nipples and began hungrily devouring them. Soon he worked his way down to her navel, and then to her private area as he returned the oral favor that Netta had given him earlier.
Netta moaned loudly as she spread she legs wide so Tone could have full access to her vagina. His mouth continued to work its magic. He alternated between feverishly licking and gently rubbing her clit. The end result was it drove Netta wild. She buried his face in her private area and then clamped her legs tightly around his head. Tone continued to stimulate Netta’s clitoris with his tongue until she was on the verge of climaxing.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!” she screamed as her entire body stiffened while letting loose her creaminess all over his face.
“You okay?” Tone joked, coming up for air.
“Oh, that was so good. You did ya thing, yo,” Netta said in a low husky voice. “God Damn.”
Tone smiled, knowing he wasn’t done yet. He had more in store. Quickly, he mounted Netta in the missionary position. He looked in her eyes while kissing her deeply, using his free hand to guide his manhood inside her. Methodically, Tone began to stroke Netta, going side to side, hitting her walls. He wasn’t in a rush. He wanted Netta to remember this. He wanted her to remember whom she got the good dick from.
Netta watched his penis disappear into her vagina over and over again. But what really turned her on was how Tone kept whispering how bad he wanted her. A few moans escaped Netta’s lips while she was being pleased by his slow, deliberate strokes. At the end of each stroke, Netta would clench her pussy around the shaft of his dick. The foreign sensation took him by surprise, as he looked her passionately in the eyes and smiled.
Tone was making a conscious effort to please Netta. He knew he was hitting the right spot when he saw her begin to vigorously rub her clit with her fingers.
“Fuck me harder!” Netta cried out softly.
It was instinct that made Tone drive his manhood harder and deeper inside her. They both made ugly fuck faces as they had worked each other into a sexual frenzy. A thin layer of sweat glistened on their bodies as the room got hotter and hotter. It was a very intense situation that seemed to go on and on.
Netta began to shake violently as she climaxed, simultaneously Tone began to cum too. A strong surge of sperm raced from his scrotum to the head of his dick, exploding inside of her. He remained in that position until every drop of semen drained from his body. Netta gladly accepted it all.
In many ways Netta realized that she was making love to the man of her dreams. In this picturesque setting, she couldn’t imagine it being any better. Now that she knew what it felt like to have sex with Tone, it was a feeling that she wanted to repeat over and over again.
That night, Tone and Netta made love time and time again, all over the suite, from the bed to the couch to the balcony, they both experienced multiple orgasms. They had given each other a sexual experience that they wouldn’t soon forget. When they were done, they crashed in each other’s arms on the bed, as the warm sea breeze cooled their hot, sweaty bodies.
The couple made the most of their makeshift vacation, taking land excursions of the Caribbean islands, exploring different villages, cultures and towns. Netta admired the laid back feel of it all as she wondered what it was like to live there. They went sightseeing by Jeep, venturing into dense tropical jungles to see wildlife they had only seen on television. The experience opened up a whole new world, for not only Netta, but for Tone too. They dined on different dishes, awakening new taste buds. They smelled new scents and felt the warm Caribbean sun against their skin.
On the trip everything felt better. The air was cleaner, the sun was warmer and the fruit was sweeter. Even when the rain clouds formed it seemed it was only a sun shower that only lasted for a few minutes. Never long enough to spoil their fun or dampen their mood. Netta’s anxieties died down, as it appeared that the world had gotten bigger and her problems had gotten smaller.
One day during their five day cruise, as they walked the white sand beaches and waded in the crystal clear, emerald green waters, Netta looked at Tone and realized she loved him. She fell in love with him because he was unlike any of the other hustlers she had met in the streets. Tone could think for himself. He actually had an exit plan, a monetary goal in mind, to get out the drug game and open his own business. He was smarter than she thought and more complex than he initially seemed.
Sexually, Tone really put it on her and vice versa. Netta thought that if she could have created the perfect lover, then it would have been him. He fit so perfectly inside her it felt like a hand in a glove when they made love. It was impossible for her not to fall in love with him, especially after the sex.
It was as if they were destined to be with each other.
Being in love with Tone slowly changed her outlook on life; she had to
