The Do-Over

by Mayra Statham

  “Here?” her voice squeaked, and fuck if that wasn’t cute.

  “Swim with me.” Her brow rose, and I laughed knowing that wasn’t at all what she had been thinking. I loved my dirty girl. “Jump in with me.”

  “Jump in?” She laughed so damn easily and beautifully I never wanted to go as long as I had without that sound.

  “Jump in. Take a chance with me. Take one on us.” I was wearing my fucking heart on my sleeve, but I didn’t care. I had been swallowing how I felt for way too long, and it had messed us up.

  “Our do-over,” she whispered, the tip of her pink tongue skimming her lower lip, tempting me. Making me crave a taste of my own. But I didn’t take it. If it did, we would definitely give those around us a show. “Okay.” She dropped her hands to the hem of her tank top and exposed silky tanned skin. Her hands went to the waistband of her denim shorts with sexy frayed edges and shimmied them down, bending at her knees to stuff it into her own backpack, and when she stood almost nude in just the tiny black bikini that made my mouth water, my dick kicked into full gear.

  “Ready?” I rasped, and she nodded, putting her hand out for mine. We dropped our bags at a table and moved to a designated diving zone.

  “One,” she counted nervously.

  “Two,” I added with a wink. Her face was covered with a bright smile.

  “Three.”

  “Three!” we both said, jumping, holding hands, her laughter filling my ears before I sunk into the cool water. I swam up just as her head popped up, her hair slick down her back. I pulled her into me. Her hands wrapped around my neck.

  “You are the only thing I want. You and our life together,” I confessed, and she closed her eyes resting her forehead against mine, soaking in my words.

  “I want that too,” she softly shared into my ear.

  We floated around for a while, the feel of her almost naked body warm from the sunshine we had soaked in during the day and wet from the water against mine the ultimate foreplay.

  In those moments, nothing else existed. Just my girl and I in paradise. It was like our hearts and souls were cleansing all the shit we had both put one another through. Not that I was naïve enough to think that what we had gone through would never come up. We had serious issues to talk about and get recover from, but it was like our batteries were being recharged in the cool teal waters to actually fight this time around.

  “Vince?” she whispered into my ear, her legs wrapped around my middle as I floated us around the spring water sink hole.

  “Hmm?”

  “Can we go to our room?”

  “Fuck yeah,” I said too enthusiastically and then cleared my throat, pulling away slightly so I could meet her gaze. “Only if you’re sure. We don’t have to—“

  “I want to. Unless you don’t. I thought—“

  “I fucking want to, baby.”

  “Let’s get out of here, Vince.”

  “Your wish is my command, Tash.” I kissed her, loving the feel of her smiling mouth against mine. My cheeks hurt from how much I was smiling.

  Together, we swam to the edge and used the ladder to climb out. Hurriedly, we grabbed our bags and ran toward our room. I had just closed the door when her lips were on mine, my back hitting the door. She was on me like she was insatiable, and I fucking loved it. It’d been too long since we had been this passionate with one another.

  This side of us had cooled. At first, it had been because we had to wait to fit a schedule to try to conceive, and then the weight of the lack of results had been hard to swallow. I’d let it hit my ego. My low motility had been killer to getting pregnant and to my ego and self esteem. Sex had become routine, and then it had all but stopped. The guilt of not being able to give her what she wanted ate at me until parts of me no longer worked.

  But right then and there, in that hotel in our own zen paradise, it felt like the embers that had always been burning roared to life. My dick was hard to the point of painful.

  It’d been too long.

  “You’re so hard,” Tasha revered, her hand slipping into my trunks and wrapping around my dick. My head hit the back of the door, my breathing shallow. I loved how bold she was being. Taking control stroking me. God, her hand on me felt like heaven. I’d missed this. Her touch, her scent. I couldn’t wait to get deep inside of her. But for now, I was going to let her play.

  “Jesus, baby, that hand of yours.” Her delicate hand could hardly wrap around my girth, stroking me up and down just like I needed. It was familiar but at the same time felt like the first time. “You remember the first time you touched me?”

  “You wouldn’t touch me, so I had to take things into my own hands,” she teased. We’d been eighteen and new to everything. We were one another’s first everything. One another’s only.

  “I didn’t want to push you.”

  “Push me?” Her laughter came out in puffs, my hands clenching her ass. “I was dying for you,” she whimpered. “Making out. Touching over our clothes in the back seat of your car,” she whispered, her breathing completely off. “It was driving me crazy. You couldn’t push me because I needed you. I needed you so bad.” Her hand squeezed tighter. My nose flared, and my jaw clenched.

  “Fuck,” I cursed.

  My control was starting to wear down. The feel of her bubble booty in my hand was driving me crazy. She leaned in closer, my mouth hitting her throat, sucking and kissing. Licking the column of her neck, nipping at her lobes.

  “I love touching you. I love when you let me play.” I knew where she was going, but before she started to kneel, I moved us, her back against the door.

  “Uh-uh, baby girl.” I played with her now, letting my hands roam up and down her torso. The tips of my fingers had already memorized every curve, edge, and dip, but it was like conquering it all over again. “You got to play, but I’m going to get the first taste.”

  I fell to my knees, and her hands touched my bare shoulders then moved into my hair. A heavy breath fell from my lips as my forehead touched the soft roundness of her lower belly. Kissing below her bellybutton, the taste of her skin, the perfume of her arousal, had me quickly losing my mind.

  My hands moved from her waist down to the strings at her bikini bottoms, hooking my thumbs on the edge and pulling them down her legs.

  “Vince.” She squirmed, and I could see her thighs close together, hiding the beauty between them. “Fuck. You’re waxed.” I swallowed, my eyes looking away from her pretty hairless mound. “Who did you do this for, baby? Huh?

  “No one,” she gasped the moment my fingers lightly grazed her lips.

  “You sure, Tasha?” I asked like a bastard, about to see red at the thought of anyone touching her. Tasting my treasure. Feeling my own piece of heaven on earth. “Because this is all mine. Only mine,” I growled.

  I leaned forward and took the first swipe at her pretty pussy. Making sure to avoid the puffy little bundle of nerves already peeking out for me. Her flavor bloomed on my tongue, and I groaned. An animalistic sound escaped from deep inside of me.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her hands clenching in my hair trying to make me move to the sweet center that was dying for my attention. “Vince,” she mewled, her soft little whine making me feel like a cocky bastard.

  “Tell me, Tash.” My fingers traced her lips, teasing to enter her dripping hole. “Who did you wax this little pussy for?”

  “Me.” She gritted her teeth since I was teasing her sweet honey box. “I did it for me.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I like it.”

  “Good. I fucking like it too, Tasha. I like seeing this little pearl pop out like this.” I took a swipe at her swollen clit with my tongue, making her knees tremble.

  “Vince!”

  “I got you, baby. I will always have you,” I promised. “Be my good girl and let me eat you. Relax and let me have it. Let go so you can drown my mouth with your flavor,” I urged before getting down and dirty.

  I ate her like a starvin
g man. My fingers working magic, if I went by the sounds she was making. The way she was calling for God. The way she cried my name. My cock ached to get in her, but I wanted her soft and sweet for me before I took her. My free hand explored, pressing against her pussy, letting the tip of my index finger tease her back door. Teasing the entrance by pressing in slightly. I would do this again soon. But when I did, her mouth would be pressed against mine so I could swallow the sexy little sounds she was making.

  “Like that,” she cried, squirming. My hand left her dark star and fell flat over her abdomen, keeping her in place for my mouth to pleasure her. She was close. So damn close she was bucking and rubbing shamelessly against my face. She stiffened, and her cunt got so damn tight it pushed my finger out. Sliding it back in, I prolonged her orgasm, licking her, enjoying the taste of her essence.

  I kissed the inside of her thighs, brushing my mouth against her knees before standing back up and carrying her to the bed. I dropped her and watched her bounce on the mattress, her heavy-lidded eyes on me as I tore my board shorts off. The tip of my dick sensitive, I gripped my shaft tightly in my hand as I watched her cup her magnificent tits.

  “Tell me to stop if you don’t wanna take me. I’m going to be rough. I’m too worked up to try anything else.”

  “I need you, Vince,” she whispered, and I watched as she pushed the breast that lay beneath my skin. One of her hands glided down, leaving her perfect tit, down the center of her chest to her belly button, disappearing in the folds of her pussy. “I need you so bad,” she purred, making the tip of my cock leak pre-cum.

  “Fuck!” I cursed. She was a little temptress. “My goddess need my cock?”

  “Yes, please,” she begged, squirming on the bed. I could hear the wetness between her legs as she worked herself up, and it was like something shattered inside of me.

  “You need me, you got me, baby,” I growled, covering her body with mine, my hips nestled between her legs. My mouth landed on hers, viciously kissing her, needing to have all of her. My hands tangled with hers next to her face, but I needed the submission of her body. I was like a rabid animal, lost in the haze of lust and hunger.

  I shifted, letting my cock find its way to right outside her sopping wet honey hole.

  “This what you want?”

  “Fuck yes.” She tried to squirm to get closer, but I wouldn’t let her.

  “Uh-uh, my pretty Tasha. You’re ongoing to get it when I give it to you. Shit.” I rolled my hips, feeling the crown of my dick against the smoothness of her satiny pussy. “Tell me,” I ordered.

  Demanded.

  “Tell me who this little cunt belongs to.”

  My hands wrapped around her wrists.

  “You,” she gasped as I entered her. Inch by inch, I stretched her. Her cunt taking me. “Take me, baby.”

  “Yes,” she hissed, closing her eyes. Her head hitting the pillows, dark hair fanned around her, making her a sight that made my heart stutter and my balls ache.

  “All of me. Yes, baby, take it.” I slid out and thrust in. Hard. Her tits bounced and her skin flushed as she clenched around my cock, pulling me in deeper. I got lost in her. Pounded into her, her sexy body taking everything I gave it. Her wetness pulling me in deeper as I stretched her. “Tell me!” I roughly commanded, lost in everything Tasha. Our bodies as one.

  “Yours,” she cried, a wave of satisfaction falling over me. Covering me up like a cape to a king’s back.

  “Again,” I hissed through my teeth. Sweat beaded at my forehead and the center of my lower back. “Who do you belong to?” I urged her darkly.

  “You. Vince. It’s you.” Her body arched, taking me just a little further in, and my balls drew up tight as a tingle started to rush up my spine.

  “Only me,” I growled, my toes starting to curl.

  “Only you,” she repeated, her voice hoarse.

  “Look at me, Natasha. I need your eyes.” Her gaze met mine. “You’re mine. I’m yours. Always.” Each word met with a hard thrust that made her tits jiggle and bounce.

  “Always,” she gasped, and I made sure to hit the soft spot inside of her that drove her crazy. “Yes! Right there.”

  “You don’t think I know what makes you light up, baby?”

  It’s been so long, fuck, I loved when she started off. Showed me that sassy side she’d been hiding from me for too long.

  “Let me prove it you, then.” My grip on her wrists tightened, and I worked my dick in and out of her.

  Filthy, dirty words dripped from my lips, and she soaked in each one like it was a motherfucking sonnet. I pumped my dick in and out of her, making sure to concentrate on hitting the sweet spot that drove her wild. I pulled both her hands above her head, covering both wrists with one, letting my other hand move down so I could cup her tit. Taking in the weight of her breast in my hand. I started to feel her losing control. With rapt attention, I watched as she came undone underneath me, and before I knew it, the current of pleasure and ecstasy took me too. My body stiffened, and I poured it all into her body. Ribbons of my release poured into her like a bottomless well. Spent and exhausted, I slightly fell on top of her, giving her more of my weight, but she didn’t complain. Instead, Tasha wrapped her arms around my neck, tucking her face into my chest as her legs tightened around my waist, keeping me inside of her.

  “I should get off you.”

  “Stay,” she said softly, “I missed this, missed your weight on me after…”

  Who would possibly be able to deny her?

  Once we’d caught our breath and I had an ounce of energy, I rolled us over, her body tucked in close to my side as I stroked her hair.

  “I love you, Tasha.” I wasn’t sure when the words had become difficult to say. I’d always tried to show her how I felt with everything I did, but it hadn’t been enough. “I fucking love you so much,” I repeated, the words slipping out easily with renewed meaning. The sentiment heavier. Serious.

  “I love you, Vince.” She sighed with a soft smile.

  We lay there in silence for a while. The bright sky had long set by now, darkness lit only by the moon. Then suddenly, I felt it. The air around us changed, and it confused me. Her body started to shake, and I looked down, surprised to meet her face in silent laughter.

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” She pressed her lips together only to fall into a fit of giggles.

  “What is it?” I grinned broadly, her joy contagious. I watched her try to stop her laughter, but her breathing stuttered again with how boisterous it was. I loved watching the joy on her face.

  “Only us,” she gasped, her chuckles deep.

  “Only us what?” I asked, watching her with complete amusement.

  “Have incredible sex like that only to officially get divorced and elope,” she cackled, and chuckles burst out of me. They were rough at first, then I was laughing as hard as she was.

  It was ridiculous. The whole situation. But I wouldn’t have us be any other way.

  Chapter Six

  Tasha

  THE NEXT COUPLE of days flew past us in a blur. From waking up early after making love all night, we quickly showered and got ready to explore Tulum, falling in love with the tourist city at every turn.

  We returned our bikes and rented a scooter and took it to the Archeological Zone. The place was amazing. A reminder of what life had been like before it had been colonized. Afterwards, we headed to the Mayan Beach, where the water was warm and the sand felt like sugar beneath our feet. We sun bathed and swam in the salty sea. I walked around as he went off to buy us lunch and took pictures of the biggest lizards I had ever seen.

  On our way back, he pulled off a road between where we had been and the main strip of the city of Tulum.

  “Trust me?” He turned, and I nodded, holding on to his waist a little tighter.

  My head rested on his back as everything passed by us. The lush greenery of the jungle mesmerizing and humbling. I silently enjoyed the scenery. Vince slowed his
speed and pulled off to the side. My head popped up, and I looked around. It was a beautiful clearing with land and luscious fertile fruit trees. A huge bright yellow farmhouse with a smaller one on the side stood towards the back.

  “Where are we?” I asked, taking his hand as he helped me off the scooter.

  “What do you think?”

  “About?”

  “The house. The land.” He shrugged as he looked around, and my gaze followed. There was something beautiful about the area. Almost magical. There was even a small gazebo. It was a little run down, but with some TLC, it could be brought back to life.

  “Are those coconut trees?”

  “Yep,” he mumbled and then pointed. “Those are citrus trees over that way. Limes and lemons.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “The main house has seven bedrooms, eight bathrooms, and a massive kitchen. It would need some work, re-insulation, a couple new windows to make it more energy efficient.” I was listening to him, but the words weren’t making sense. “The small house has two bedrooms and a nice kitchen. Cozy.”

  “How do you even know this?” I grinned, wondering what the hell was going on.

  “I found it online.” He rubbed the back of his neck, and his dark eyes met mine. “While you slept on the plane.”

  “The plane?” The words came out so softly, I almost doubted he’d heard me. The plane. He’d known why I was coming here. He’d looked this place up for me.

  “The owners are looking to retire. They have good reviews and a good list of regulars.”

  “Vince?” I searched his gaze, and he popped out a silver ring with a round turquoise in the center. It was chunky in size and different. A piece that stood out.

  “This time, I wanna do things for us, on our level. Last time… we both got caught up with other people’s opinions and keeping up with some traditional mindset.” He was one hundred percent right. We had. We stopped doing things for us and what worked for us as a team. The lines of communication started to dwindle as resentment grew.

  “This time, our do-over, let’s do what’s right for us as a team from the start.” My fingers touched my lips. I’d wanted something simpler, less flashy than a diamond for my engagement ring, but for whatever reason, he’d let his brother talk him into a diamond. A diamond I never felt comfortable wearing. “Let me fix what I should have got right from the very beginning.” I gasped as he took a knee, putting the ring out between us.