Niko’s Eye

Chapter 15.

"Wet."

Alejandro.

Titties galore.

Alejandro was like an excited infant who was about to receive his daily douse of breast milk as he watched Isis take off what was coming in between his eyes and her nakedness.

He was so used to women simply just taking their clothing off that he was painfully annoyed at having to watch her take her own time.

Isis had kept her hands over her breasts.

I don’t know how you think you’re gonna swim in that ocean if you’re using your hands to cover yourself.

His thoughts made him reach out to remove Isis’ hands from her chest.

Definitely a virgin. I forgot.

He laughed at his own stupidity, in his head.

Ah. The Promised Land.

He greedily fixed his eyes on her sizable breasts and almost felt his mouth begin to water to put his tongue on her smooth, velvety areola.

She was just so perfect. And that toned stomach - silky and worthy of licking food off of it.

His excitement was kick-started once again as Isis reached at the sides of her little bikini, and untied it.

Her mound was so sweet, so delicately razed.

He couldn’t wait to ravage the essence that was Isis.

He tried so hard not to showcase what was going on inside of him and he was thankful that Isis didn’t give him the time to respond because right afterwards, she turned around and walked towards the water, offering him a marvelous view of her behind.

After she looked in front of her, he jumped up into the air and put his right hand into a fist, landing onto the sand, in a crouch, with a huge smile on his face.

"Yeeeeesssss", he said, silently.

When he saw that she was about to turn around, he quickly straightened himself up and pretended he was simply walking behind her the whole time.

He cleared his throat.

"I love your butt cheeks."

Isis just laughed and dived into the ocean.

He went in after her.

They came up together, the waves slowly drawing them closer, into a warm embrace.

Isis.

He liked my butt cheeks? Awkward.

I’m just going to laugh it off.

Isis dived into the ocean and enjoyed the cool waters, licking at her skin as soon as she came up from underneath.

She looked over and saw Alejandro coming up too.

The waves weren’t too still. They worked so hard to draw her closer to Alejandro.

He placed his hands around her waist and looked straight into her eyes.

Did his eye color change or did he wear contacts today?

Alejandro’s green irises lit under the moon and drew Isis’ gaze deeper into them.

The sun had completely gone down and she was suppose to be home hours ago, but she didn’t care.

She kept her eyes on Alejandro’s lips.

They were wet with the salty waters and she was curious to taste them.

She liked salt. She put it on everything. It was never enough in anything she ate.

A true island girl. Appreciative of the Grecian beauty of strappy sandals. An Afro-Carribean woman of sun, sand and surf. Aesthetically speaking, she represented an unparalleled level of artistry. Whether practical or physical.

She carefully traced the harsh contours of Alejandro’s face and for the first time ever, she noticed that he was extremely handsome.

And he’s wearing an earring today. How did I miss that?

He was handsome from the depths of his eyes. His beauty came from deep within and it made her want to feel how his lips move in a kiss, and how his hands would follow the curves of her body. It was as if his soul shone through his body.

It highlighted his Roman nose, his fawn, ochre skin, Adonis look, features molded from granite;strong and defined, his perfect lips - ripe for the kissing.

A prominent jaw curved gracefully around, and the strength of his neck, showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body;strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen.

His body was warm and toned as he held her.

And he doesn’t have any tattoos.

Unless he’s got one on his back or his ass.

She looked into his brown eyes. Green right? Anyway. Flecks of the moon’s silvery light, performed ballets throughout.

She steadied her hands around his neck, closing the space between them entirely, and kissed him.

Aisha.

"Isis is in for a heavy-duty punishment!"she shouted out, as she forcefully closed the curtains of her bedroom, for the hundredth time.

She had been checking outside every now and then to see if she’d spot Isis coming in, so she could surprise her at the door.

She paced up and down her room in her red lingerie, and stopped in front of her full-length mirror.

"48 years later and this body is still banging! Thank you Jehovah."

She ruffled her already tousled, wild curls and smiled at herself.

She sprayed on her favorite cologne and grabbed her cellphone from the night stand.

"Might as well get some action since it seems this stupid girl has finally gathered up enough courage to start coming home late. And it’s a f*****g Wednesday." she said, punching in Sergio’s number.

"Oops, excuse my language." she said playfully.

15 minutes later, Sergio was in her room, his clothes flying off, in preparation for the ’midnight prayers’.

Alejandro.

She had kissed him.

Alejandro was grateful that he didn’t have to put in too much work.

I knew you wouldn’t resist this sugarcane for too long, my Bella.

His eye’s were drawn to the wet, black-brown river that was pulled back, and gently caressed its way down her neck, reaching to, just below her shoulder blades.

He stroked her hair as he held the small of her back and added a bit of pressure as he enjoyed the feel of her breasts on his chest.

He tried to keep a safe distance between her bare mound and his shaft, because he could feel himself rising.

How could she provoke so many emotions inside of him, all at once? If the gods are real, he told himself, then this woman is their masterpiece.

But as soon as their eyes met again, he suddenly thought of her sorrow earlier on.

Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full, thick lips.

And her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless hazelnut, an ocean of hopeless grief.

"Do you wanna talk about what happened earlier? I mean, that’s why we’re here right?

Isis broke a small smile and sighed.

"My mother is having an affair with another man. It’s not really an affair because my father’s dead but the man was never introduced to us anyway, and she’s going about it in the wrong direction because she knows that what she’s doing is forbidden."

Child please, let a nigga live. I thought you was crying over some ’Jerome got shot’ s**t. And having s*x is forbidden, forbidden by who? Please don’t say ’God’. I’ll just die.

He impatiently entertained his own thoughts, resisting to the temptation to roll his eyes, as he waited for her to finish with her sab story, that he was quite frankly, uninterested in.

"I found her curled up with that man in the bistro. A place that was so sacred to my father’s memory."

Ahah. I see.

He felt like a total i***t for thinking what he thought. But still, who cries over someone else’s pleasure? Especially when they’re old enough.

"I’m sorry. ", was all he could manage.

She smiled again, painfully.

"Let me take you home. I’ve got towels in my boot."

Who’s the island goon now, Dominic?

He took Isis’ hand from under the water and gently swam with her, to shore.

As badly as he wanted to rather take her to his house, and into his bed, something kept him from actually carrying out his thoughts.

It really irritated him.

He needed to get Isis home safely, so he could be alone with his thoughts.

What the hell is going on?

Isis.

The musked scent of Alejandro was something she’d always remember.

It was so distinctive and it could easily be her new, favorite scent.

They had gotten out of the water and picked up their clothes, totally oblivious to the fact that they were naked, when a passerby had hooted crazily as they crossed the street to Alejandro’s car.

Isis sprinted to safety and hid herself as Alejandro just stood in the middle of the road and yelled, "f**k off! Have you never seen a d**k before? I wonder how you made those children over there!"

He pointed to the children that were seated in the backseat of that car, who were visibly shocked at Alejandro’s antic.

He casually carried on walking to his car and the strangers quickly drove off, short of words to say back to Alejandro.

Isis was in tears as she laughed her head off. He joined her in laughter, opening his boot in the process.

This guy is a character. Who does that? Bombaclat.

They finished drying themselves off and getting dressed.

Alejandro gave Isis a peck on the lips.

"You’re driving, Island girl."

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.

You’re joking?

"But..but, I can’t drive." she protested.

"Good, this is your first lesson."

Shoot me now.