Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
There’s a loud splash, and when he resurfaces, he sucks in a breath, then smiles. “Come on, Willow Woman! It’s warm!”
“Are you sure? How do you know there aren’t any sharks or anything?”
“Willow, you’d see the bloody sharks. The water is as clear as glass,” he shoots back.
I bite into my bottom lip, studying the body of water. Caz tips backwards, floating on his back, and my goodness, his dick looks amazing in this light.
“Okay, fine!” I call.
Once my dress is off, tossed into a puddle on the side, I do the same as Caz and run naked toward the water.
When I cannonball, he is indeed correct. The water is warm and feels amazing right now, like a lukewarm bath. When I resurface, Caz chuckles, then swims in the opposite direction.
“Follow along.”
“You’re going toward the cave?” I shout. Now he’s really out of his damn mind. Going into a cave? At night? In another world with all kinds of crazy shit around?
“Don’t worry!” he calls. “There’s nothing inside. I made sure.”
I swallow hard, and with a bit of reluctance, swim after him. When he disappears into the darkness of the cave, my heart is pounding. Everything inside me tells me to turn back and not to make this a Black and White thing, but Black people don’t just willingly wander into caves at night.
But I remember I’m with Caz, and he’d never let anything hurt me. As I swim past the rocky mouth, I realize the cave isn’t so dark inside. The water still glows, and on the ceiling of the cave, wedged between various sized stalactites (funny, I remember the term from when Warren used to read all those National Geographic books), are specks of light scattered across. They appear to be stars, running from the top to the rocky edges and trailing into the water.
There’s a soothing glow inside, and suddenly the cave doesn’t feel so daunting. In fact, it’s so mesmerizing I figure I must be dreaming.
I point my gaze ahead to find Caz climbing out of the water to sit on a built-in bench near one of the cave walls. The bench is made of gold, with stars reflecting off of it. It has a wide seat that can fit up to at least four people, with a base built beneath that keeps it a level above the water.
I study Caz in all his naked glory, taking deep breaths as I float. His chest rises and sinks, his dark hair clinging to his forehead like wisps of ink. His body is like a god’s, chiseled in all the right places. His abs are pronounced, beautiful pecs I want to lay kisses on, and his chest is firm as he flexes. Even with the scars and bruises, he’s gorgeous. His eyes flicker up to mine, and he looks at me beneath dark, damp lashes.
Come here.
I swim in his direction until I’m floating between his legs. I can’t help looking at his dick, the way it sits on his lap, thick and glistening from droplets of water. I have the sudden urge to take him into my mouth, but I refrain, and as if Caz senses it, he laughs.
“You know it’s yours, right? You can do whatever you want with it.”
I fight a smile. “I know.”
I swim backward, and he eases into the water, collecting me into his arms when he’s close. His lips meet mine once, twice. The third time, his tongue slips between my lips, and he tastes like wine and fruit.
“I have a question for you.” His voice is husky.
“Okay?”
“What’s something you desire most?”
His question catches me completely off guard, and my mouth falls open. “What makes you ask that?”
“I’m just curious. You’re my mate. It’d be nice to know what you really want. Sure, I can read some of your thoughts, but I haven’t heard you thinking about anything of that nature.”
I let that marinate a moment, while also aiming not to let other thoughts slip. I don’t want him to hear it before I tell him.
“Okay, well if you must know…” I can’t help the giggle that bursts out of me. That damn wine. It’s got me good. “This is going to sound so silly out loud.”
“Go on,” he encourages, a tiny smile claiming his lips.
“Okay, well, in my world, women have what we call…vibrators. When I feel lonely and horny, I use it.”
“Ah. Yes, we have vibrators in Vakeeli as well.”
“You do?” I ask, eyes widening.
“Yes. They’re quite expensive actually.”
“Oh. Well…it’s good you have them.” I clear my throat. “Anyway, I’ve always wanted someone to use it on me while doing…other things.”
“Other things like what?” he asks, voice husky.
“You know, making out, sucking…licking.”
“You mean having someone use it on you to make you come over and over again?” His question is more of a statement.