My Honeymoon With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) (6 page)

“
Make love to me Mitchell,” she said in a pleading voice. He held her ass and stood up before carefully placing her down on the carpet. He knelt in between her legs and very slowly ran his fingertips along her thighs. He then bent down and took one of her legs in his hands and lifted it up to his lips. She looked at him as he kissed her foot, slowly working his way up her thigh. She felt an excitement go through her body as the thought of his lips on her lower lips crossed her mind. She wanted him to suck her clit, to bury his tongue deep inside her, to make her climax by the way he would expertly use his mouth on her. As his lips got closer to her center, she spread her legs wider,, inviting him in but instead of going down on her, he put her leg down only to pick the other one and service it in the same way.

He lowered his body and aligned himself with her sex. He looked into her eyes as he pushed his cock gently into her pussy, making her gasp. She spread her legs as wide as she could and arched her back to ease his penetration. She wrapped her arms around his back as he buried himself deep inside her. He slowly eased himself in and out of her as he kissed her.

It was not long before his slow and smooth strokes became long and hard ones. He was having an increasingly hard time keeping up especially since his sunburned back was still ‘untreated’. He slowed down before coming to a complete stop. He pulled away from her and buried himself in her neck.

“
The burns?” she asked. He nodded and pulled himself up. “I’ll take care of this,” she said with a smile as he pulled out of her and rolled over. She got on top of him and straddled him once again.

“
Oh yeah….” He moaned as she eased herself down his girth. She looked down at him as she pulled herself to a squatting position. This way, she would ensure that she kept her weight off him and that he had maximum penetration. “Baby…yeah,” he moaned. “Just like that,” he said as she bounced on and off his cock, not showing any signs of stopping soon.

“
Oh fuck, Mitch. I’m cumming,” she moaned as she went on riding him. Mitchell looked up at her and held her full breasts in his hands as he gave in to her hard strokes. He felt himself pulsating as he exploded inside her. She struggled to keep herself at bay but to no avail. She suddenly felt herself pulsating in rhythm with his own orgasm. “Baby I love you,” she said in a whisper as she collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her as they lay on the carpet, spent and exhausted.

“
Remember when I told you that you are going to kill me one day?’ he asked. She nodded and kissed his cheek. “Well, woman, one day you are going to kill me,” he said again.

“
It would be the kind of death that most men would choose, though,” she said panting. He laughed.

“
So,” he started as she felt his cock getting hard again. “Any plans for today?” he asked pressing his crotch against hers. Natasha pulled away and looked at Mitchell.

“
Depends,” she said smiling. “Are you going to use that right now or are we saving it for later?” she asked. Mitchell smiled and answered by pushing himself inside her once again.

“
We both know that is not a pickle I have in my pocket because my pocket is on the floor next to me,” he said as he pulled her down for a kiss.

“
You know sunburns and carpet burns don’t usually go well together,” Natasha said after pulling away.

“
Don’t ruin the moment,” Mitchell said as he pulled her down again for another kiss.

Being in Antigua had taught Mitchell two very valuable life lessons: first, he didn’t tan very well and two, his wife looked ridiculously hot in swimsuits, not that he didn’t know it. The friendship the two of them had forged with Melinda and Kyle made their honeymoon an even better experience.

Today, Melinda, having frequented the island more, had offered to take Natasha for some shopping before joining the guys later on that evening for dinner. Being the man he was, Mitchell was not about to be left alone in this. He took the opportunity and asked Kyle to take him to some of the island’s hot spots, a special place. Maybe somewhere he could even manage to get a keepsake.

“So, where exactly are we going?” Natasha asked as she put on a pair of white linen pants. She thought they would go perfectly with the yellow halter top she had on. The humidity in the Caribbean had made her hair frizz up, showing off her beautiful black curls. Melinda, who was waiting for her in their suite, smiled.

“
Oh there is so much to see here and the massages are just superb,” Melinda said as Natasha walked towards her.

“
Spa! Awesome,” Natasha said excitedly as she walked into the living room part of the suite. She frowned when she saw Melinda’s hair still looking beautifully straight except for the curls at the end. “I fail to understand how your hairstyle survives in this weather,” she said.

“
I got some frizz free serum for my niece sometime back. Just rub a little in every time I wash it and voila,” she said as she stood up.

“
I hate you,” Natasha said as the two of them walked towards the door.

“
Come on. Your curls are great and natural,” Melinda said. “You’d be crazy not to love them,” she added. Natasha looked at her.

“
Don’t get me wrong I do. I just wish the straight thing would last longer sometimes,” she said. “But I am a woman of color and this is the burden I have to bear,” she added as they got into a cab. She noticed Melinda look at something in her purse and then frown before looking up.

“
Take us to the Zelani Complex please,” Melinda said and then turned to Natasha. “They say it’s the true Antiguan experience here. Everything you would need under one roof,” she added with a wink. Once again, Melinda reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, looked at it briefly before putting it back inside her purse.

“
Everything okay there Mel?” Natasha asked. “You look a little bit shaken up.” Melinda gave her a weak smile as her phone vibrated yet again. She took the phone and typed something in really fast before switching it off.

“
Perfect,” she said looking at Natasha who had a worried look on her face by now. “Trust me when I tell you that you will love the complex,” she added in what Natasha guessed was an attempt to change the topic.

“
I can’t wait,” Natasha said as she leaned back on the seat. She looked outside as he mind went wild thinking about what Melinda could be hiding. A secret past, maybe, or a hidden identity. She turned her head and looked at Melinda who was busy looking out the window. A hit man…hit woman maybe? She chuckled at the thought that this sweet Melinda could ever carry out a hit on anyone.

“
What?” Melinda asked when she noticed Natasha’s big smile. Natasha shook her head.

“
Nothing. Just thought of something ridiculous,” she answered. Melinda smiled at back at her and gave a few bills to the driver.

“
Well, we’re here,” she said as she opened the door.  “You want to feel pampered, this is the place to do it,” she said as they walked into the complex. As they walked into the complex, Natasha felt a weird sense of déjà vu. The complex was like a mall picked right out of the States and dropped in the Caribbean. She almost felt as if she was home in the blink of an eye. “Awesome right? I come here any time I feel homesick, which is a lot,” Melinda said as they walked through the aisles. Natasha looked at her. Did she just say feel homesick? Just how much time did she spend in the Caribbean? She held Melinda’s hand and gave her a smile.

“
Come on. No need to feel homesick and not exfoliate,” she said as they walked towards the spa salon nearby.

“
Melinda, looking beautiful as usual,” a man, one that seemingly enjoyed the other side of the buffet table, said as the two walked in.

“
You are clearly a favorite here,” Natasha whispered to her as the man hugged her.

“
Who is your gorgeous friend here?” the man asked. Melinda smiled.

“
Alfonso, this is Natasha. She is a new friend I made here,” Melinda said with a smile. “Tasha, this is Alfonso Navarro,” she added looking at Natasha.

“
It is true what they say about black women, huh?” Alfonso said with a smile. If she was not so sure he was gay, Natasha could have sworn that he was checking her out. “Black genes make blue jeans tight,” Alfonso added. Natasha gave him a confused look.

“
The first genes is actually genetics and the second one is the fabric,” Melinda said laughing.

“
Oh genes and jeans,” Natasha said with a smile.

“
So ladies, what are we having today?” Alfonso asked as he led them to the reception area.

“
Well we were thinking of something more in the lines of deep tissue massages,” Melinda said with a smile. Alfonso frowned.

“
Crazy ex-husband back?” he asked. Natasha looked at Alfonso and then at Melinda.

“
What crazy ex-husband?” she asked still looking at Melinda who was busy giving Alfonso signs to shut up. “Mel, what is he talking about?” she asked again.

“
Girl please, what kind of friends are you?” Alfonso asked as she sat down between them. Melinda put her hand up and shook her head trying to get Alfonso to stop talking but he was either not seeing her or doing a very good job of ignoring her. “This girl right here was married to this billionaire back in Florida. Fairy tale wedding, princess tale marriage and everything but the guy,” he paused and took a deep breath, a bit too dramatically. “The guy was actually into some illicit business, human trafficking,” he said in a whisper.

“
Alfonso,” Melinda said feeling uncomfortable.

“
Girl please. Friends need to know these things,” Alfonso said. “He got crazy when she found out about it. He beat on her, threatened her at some point, even came at her with a weapon…” “Alfonso!” Melinda said sternly, making them both turn around. “That was supposed to be between us,” she said as she took her purse. Natasha watched in surprise as Melinda stood up and walked out of the salon.

“
What just happened?” Alfonso asked.

“
I think I’d better go after her,” Natasha said standing up. Alfonso nodded.

“
I’ll keep the slot opened in case you change your mind,” he called after her. Natasha stopped briefly and gave him a slight wave before she continued running out. She found Melinda standing at the mall parking lot. At some point Natasha thought she saw Melinda brush off a tear.

“
Hey, you okay?” Natasha asked when she got to the parking lot where Melinda was standing. “You pretty much bolted out of there,” she added as she looked at Melinda.

“
I just hate it when reality hits too hard,” Melinda said.

“
Come on, let’s get some junk in you. Ice cream maybe,” Natasha said as she took Melinda’s arm.

“
Tasha, you don’t need to…”

“…
hush now. I definitely have to do this. Besides you need to talk,” Natasha interrupted as they walked to the food court.

“
Thanks,” Melinda said. “And Phil’s Gelato has the best ice cream this side of the Caribbean,” she added with a smile.

“
So, spill,” Natasha said when they got to Phil’s Gelato. “What is this about the crazy ex?” she asked looking at Melinda.

“
What else is there to say? Alfonso said it all,” Melinda said as she took a large scoop of her double fudge sundae.

“
I want your version of the story,” Natasha said sympathetically. Melinda took another scoop and began playing around with her spoon. “Well?” Natasha pressed.

“
Okay. I met Earl on a trip I had taken to London. I was covering a G8 conference,” Melinda started as a faraway look came over her face. “He was nice. Great actually. He was sweet, a gentleman and he had a height I loved. His body looked like it was cut out of some male underwear catalogue,” she said with a smile. “He was just great. And he wasn’t just all about looks either. He was just the kind of guy I had been looking for in a man.” She paused and put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“
So what happened?” Natasha asked.

“
Well, ten months later he asked me to marry him and I was ecstatic. Then a few months into the marriage, he began taking more trips. I hardly ever saw him,” she paused again. “But I was always comfortable. I drove high end vehicles, wore designer perfume, all my clothes were couture.” Natasha knew exactly where this was going, or so she thought. She maybe found out her husband’s secret and moved to the Caribbean.

“
Earl was an investment banker, at least that was what I thought. Imagine my shock when I found a letter of dismissal in his office when I was cleaning. The letter was maybe a year old but the bank statements told another story. I actually thought that he had been promoted some few months earlier because our cash flow had actually improved. So I did the one thing I thought I should do,” she said and took another spoonful in her mouth. At the rate she was going, Natasha was surprised she was not getting a brain freeze by now.

“
You asked him?” Natasha asked. Melinda nodded.

“
Yeah, I asked him. And he gave me some cock and bull story about a new account he landed just after he got dismissed but that he was too scared to tell me,” Melinda said.

“
Why would he be scared to tell you? You are his wife,” Natasha said surprised.

“
I asked the same thing too. He told me that the account he had landed was not done in very legal ways. I thought he had bribed people for the job or something,” Melinda said sadly.

“
So how did you find out?” Natasha asked.

“
Some months after that, I happened to eavesdrop on a conversation he was having with someone on the phone. In my defense I had no idea that he was on the phone.” Natasha smiled at her attempt to prove her innocence. “He was talking about the next shipment from El Salvador and some club house. It was weird plus he had become really secretive. I actually thought he was cheating on me, so I followed him,” she continued.

“
And?” Natasha asked when she thought Melinda’s pause was too long.

“
It was not another woman,” Melinda said with a smile. “At least not one woman. There were two trucks laden with women right in the middle of the road heading out of town. I don’t know why but I drove right up and got out of the car and honestly, I don’t know who was more surprised between the two of us,” she added as she looked at her melting gelato. “I asked for an explanation and all he could tell me was that I need not ask any questions because after all I have never lacked anything,” she said.

“
Was that when he threatened you?” Natasha asked. She nodded.

“
That evening, he told me if I breathed a word to anyone, it would be that last thing I ever do,” Melinda said. “I wanted to call his bluff and call the cops but he got violent. I had to get out of there,” she added.

“
The phone calls,” Natasha said. Melinda nodded again.

“
He must have got a private investigator or something because he called me two days ago and he told me that he knows exactly where I am,” Melinda said. “I am not sure if he is telling the truth or…” her voice trailed off as she brushed off another tear. “I just don’t know what to do and I am so scared,” she said.

“
Mel, does Kyle know?” Natasha asked concerned. Melinda looked up and shook her head. “Does he even know there is an ex?” she asked.

“
He knows about Earl but he doesn’t know the whole story,” Melinda said.

“
You lost me,” Natasha said.

“
Earl never signed the divorce papers. So in the eyes of the law, we are just separated,” Melinda said.

“
And Kyle doesn’t know?” Natasha asked as Melinda once again shook her head. “Oh, sweetie. You need to tell him. Otherwise he is just a booty call, long way from home,” she said. “Or is he?” she asked when she noticed Melinda’s long silence.

“
It started off as a hook up. I didn’t expect to fall for him,” Melinda said. “Now, I’m scared that if he find out all the ugly stuff in my life that he will up and leave,” she added.

“
Okay, we need to fix this,” Natasha said as she reached into her bag and pulled out some bills. “You need to talk to Kyle because if you love him, he needs to know the truth. I’ll talk to Mitchell and see how we can help,” She added as they stood up.