Islan-Dise

Red Flags

Tre
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I wake up from the best sleep of my life. I look over to see the reason behind that, standing at the window. Something troubles him, I've known him enough to pick up on it. "Pa?"

He turns to me. "You up?" He smiles.

"Come back and lay with me."

"You come here for a second....um lookin at the sunrise. It actually is beautiful." He reached for me.

I get off the chaise and go to him. He stands behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. "It is beautiful."

"How long you rented this place out? These people gonna come in her and be traumatized." We laugh.

"Don't worry about that. This restaurant doesn't open until dinner time. We have the whole entire morning and afternoon. Is anything bothering you?"

He withdraws slightly. "Na."

"You know I'm here."

"I know."

"How was last night? I didn't hurt you did I?" I place my thumbs into his lower back and massage him.

"It was hard as fuck to get out the bed and walk to this window." He laughs.

"Sorry, I maybe got carried away."

"You was definitely....uh...different." He says.

I kiss his shoulder. "You like that dominant stuff."

"Maybe."

"Excuse me? Do I need to get that confession out of you?" I open his cheeks and let some saliva fall from my mouth, down his crack.

"Tre, it's still a lil sore." Guess he was looking for a way out. He wasn't getting one.

I slide my dick up and down his crack. "Can't handle it?" Me being childish, knowing he can't turn down a challenge.

"I can handle anything." He placed his hands on the window. See what I mean?

"Think so?" I rub my tip over his hole. "You like being fucked"

"I gotta answer?" He pushes back against my tip. I laugh a little. Can't believe he behaving like this. I love every bit of it. I kiss up and down his spine.

"Why you saying it's still sore but you pushing back on this dick...you want it?" I stick my face between his cheeks and lick all over his hole. I spit on it and lick it all up. "Want it?"

"Yeah," his voice simmers to a whisper.

"Hold up." I go over to my bag and pull out a tube of after anal cooling. "This should help some." I squeezed some on my fingers and rub it around the sphincter. He relaxes at the spread of the cream.

I lean into his ear, while holding myself. "Better?"

"A little."

"You was saying you wanted it...let me hear Please...I like manners."

"Tre, I want it." He disregarded my request, sounding impatient and frustrated.