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I grabbed a robe that hung on the back of the chair by the bed and slipped it on my naked body. The expensive silk felt miraculous against my skin. It wasn’t until I walked by the full-length mirror that I saw my name etched across the blue silkfabric above my right breast. I ran my hand across it. This was custom. He had to be planning this for weeks.
“He thinks of everything.”
I walked around the house, and he was nowhere to be found. My disappointment was mounting, thinking that he may have gone on one of his morning runs and wouldn’t be back for a while. It wasn’t until I went to the porch to catch the breeze that I saw him off in the distance. He was shirtless and facing the peak of the mountain—the perfect picture. I slipped on my shoes and walked toward him. When I got closer, I paused for a second. I couldn’t remember being drawn to a man the way I was drawn to Prince. If you had asked me, I wasn’t the least clingy, but it was something about him. No matter how much I got, I always wanted more. His presence around me brought me so much comfort.
Feeling that type of vulnerability was something I wasn’t sure I could get used to, but I needed to be close to him, touch him. My need overrode the scrutiny of my actions, and I didn’t say a word. I walked up to him, pressed my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around his waist. It was like I could feel his smile. Instantly, heat coursed through my body—a feeling so good I couldn’t quite describe it as anything other than right.
“You up sleepy?” The rasp in his voice told me that those were the first words he spoke this morning. I was honored that I was the only one to hear them. He brought my right hand to his lips and gave it a kiss. I hummed.
“How long you been out here?”
“Not long. Maybe an hour.”
“An hour?”
“I can get lost on this peak easily. It was my favorite place. Now it has moved down to second since nothing can compare to the home I made between those thighs, but it’s still beautiful.” I blushed at his words.
“It is. Being from the country, I never thought of myself as a mountain girl, but I tell you what. Not even a full day here, and I am almost sold.”
“This was the place where I took my break from everything to get my head together. I mean it got to the point where I didn’t want to leave. I told myself I would come here at least a few times a year.”
He pulled me before him and brushed my hair away from my face. I would have said I was self-conscious, but he saw me inside and out. Halfway through the night, my hair had turned from its once tamed, straightened state to the full, curly afro that was naturally God-given. I’d taken my sew-in down a few weeks back. No one was touching my hair but my best friend, and since she was a new mom, I told myself I’d work with what I had.
“You look so fucking good, baby. You always do but I really love your hair like this.”
“Thank you,” I said bashfully. I couldn’t even believe it.
“I started breakfast. I was waiting for you to get up to eat. Let’s go inside.”
I tried to pull away but he stopped me as his lips crashed against mine. My body leaned into his. He broke away quickly before we got too far. I whimpered wanting more. His hand went to the base of my neck and he pulled my face into his so we were nose to nose.
“I want you right here tonight. I want that pussy cumming on this dick while the sun sets behind us.”
I closed my eyes, thinking about how sexy and beautiful it would be to have the sun as our backdrop and then the moon replacing it as we feed on each other. If it was anything like it was last night I was in for hours of satisfaction. I was not complaining one bit, either.
He took me by the hand, and we walked inside. I slipped off my shoes, and the heated floors gave me so much comfort after the brisk air from outside.
“Do you always get up this early? I know you have to for work but even on vacation?” I asked noticing the time on the stove. It was barely seven a.m.
“I’m actually later than usual. I guess I can thank you for that. I get up anywhere between four-thirty and five a.m. each morning.”
“To run?”
“Why you say it like that?” He smiled as he pulled out a pan from the oven. There was a spread. There were eggs, sausage, bacon, and hash browns. On the side of the counter, there were a few Danishes on the plate. My stomach grumbled just looking at it all.
“I don’t know. You just really are religious about certain things. To be honest, it’s a little intimidating because I am so much more of a free-spirited person.”
“I don’t require you to be like me. That’s what I fuck with most about you. You are who you are no matter what. Honestly, I do some physical exhaustion every day because it keeps me grounded. Adrenaline helps me set up my day, and when I am running, I’m organizing my thoughts. I work out enough through my job to help with that, so when I’m home, I don’t need to. It’s more for mental clarity than anything else.”
“How has that been for you? Ya know since rehab.” He smiled at me.
“Grab the plates and let’s sit down and eat.”
I felt comfortable dropping the conversation. I knew it could be challenging to talk about. There were things that I didn’t know how to divulge quite yet either, so instead of fussing about it, I did as he asked. I grabbed the plates as he brought the food to the table; he went into the fridge and came back with a carafe of orange juice and two glasses. He sat them on the table next to the plates. Just when I thought things had taken an awkward turn he sat down across from me and answered my question.
“Mentally it has been great. A lot better.”
“So…”
