Desires

Layla laid in Derrick arms while he rubbed her tussy. "You were amazing" she said regulating her breathing. "So were you sweetness", he peck her forehead. "You know it felt so liberating, I have never been please like that..." she said recollect the evening events. "

"Sweetness you surpised me" he said with a smirk. "I did a lot of work learning how to free myself from the bondage of society" Layla said in response.

What did that detail? Derrick was curious of her development especially after all that occurred moments ago.

"Well, I took various classes including therapy because I thought I was a sex addict". "What I've uncovered actually, was I had barriers I removing them allow me to grow & heal.

Layla said playing with his nipple. "Interesting" Derrick had a peaked look on his face. Layla glimpse his face, with that she decided to elaborate.

"For most of my life I believed that the act was just an act. Which is true it brought her pleasure but, she was always left disappointed. She needed to learn how to appease herself.

No one love her enough to learn her desires. Nor, did she love herself enough, to do it for self. Yet, when she would reveal herself in the past, she was considered revolting.

Making her frist mistake... learning to conceal these desires. So, she developed an appetite, unable to indulge nor satisfying the hungry, it grew into a monster of it own... until she was starving.

After two years of therapy, learning, different workshops, experimenting and pleasing herself with toys, her perspective changed.

She loved herself not to no longer be secrete. She loved herself to know what she require. For two years she was only intimate with herself. Even though there were times when she missed the warmth of another. She refused to live in the shadows.

Today she was proud of her achievement. Not only did she not play coy. She lived in the moment. Glad she devote her true self to someone that had desires of his own, that she only could fulfill by being herself. She satisfy the beast within and the beast she met within him.

"Sweetness, Im here to serve you, what's your desires?" Derrick interest peak once again with curiosity. "How about we take turns fulfulling each others and ourselves one at a time moving forward". Layla love surpises and love giving them, she already had one in mind. "Sounds good Sweetness." he kissed her head again.

The island was brimming with heat. Even though it was late evening it still was above 85 degrees. The couple decided to go out for dinner. Layla had somethings up her sleeve. They parted ways after a real shower together. Layla laughed inwardly, recalling Derrick going through the door that divided there rooms.

So, Layla finished her preparations. Putting on her Linen suit and sandals she went to met Derrick. Layla heard the melody of a Grand Piano playing as she entered the private dining room called Cave Dove.

Derrick fingers dance eloquently across the keys. When there eyes met he winked at her as she approached him. "Any request?" Derrick said he played melodies that filled the room.

"No your playing beautifully, Hun"... Layla said as she swayed. "Hun?"... Derrick repeated with a smile in his eyes. "Hun" she repeated giving him a peck. Derrick began to play a familiar melody it was the song she sung earlier.

Layla eyes widened. "I take it you heard me"... she survey his face that showed a smirk. "Sing to me" Derrick restarted the tune.

Layla sung to him unrestricted. Deepen with newly emotion the words where even more so meaningful to her now, then before.

"To a man who loves music...

A man who love art...

Respects, the spirit world...

and thinks with his heart...

I...I... I am... ready... for love..." Her voice was intrusive and reached the depths of his soul.

Derrick quivered from the chills he felt. She continued while caressing his face.

Here with the offering of...

My voice... My eyes... My soul... My mind... Tell me what is enough... to prove I am ready... for love...

With that Layla finished her favorite song by India Irie. Layla opened her eyes to see Derrick staring in astonishment. The wait staff were wiping their tears. All were moved beyond their beliefs.

After dinner Layla lead Derrick to the dance studio. In the room there were three walls of floor to ceiling mirror. A single gold rim chair in front of the wall without a mirror. The only other thing was a poll in the middle of the room.

Layla told him to sit while she prepared. Suddenly a tune started to play through surround sound, it was Janet Jackson's song, titled "Would you mind"...

Layla resurfaced from the back room, wearing a full body black sheer leotard. She glided around making her way to the poll. Spinning on the poll slowly, she picked up speed and before he knew it, she was in mid air. Extending her body outward she parallelled mimicking walking side ways.

Climbing upward she flipped upside down and now was twirling steadily downward, before she started walking while upside down. Derrick eyes were low although the room had limit light Layla still saw him clearly.

He clearly seen she was bare under her leotard and his control reached it limits the moments her saw her. Layla core strength showed. Her seductive moves seem effortless and natural.

Coming to an end of her performance, Layla climbed one final time. Flipping four times into a split twirling until, she reach about a foot off the ground and held the position. Derrick stood and clapped slowly. No words could describe what he experience. He pick her right up and kissed her. "Thank you, Sweetness" he regret not recording it. There was a knock on the door and Layla said "get that while, I change"... Derrick looked upset when she said that. Who was disrupting his moment woth her, he wanted to lash out. He complied and opened the door. A lady that clearly worked for the hotel handed him a flashdrive with a dozen purple roses. Complaints of Ms. Amor she stated with bashful tune. He took it and smiled inwardly although to the staff he seem extremely cold.

When he turned around Layla was standing behind watching his every move. He just had to embrace her. "Now you can watch it anytime" Layla said as she squeezed him back. "Nothing will ever top the real thing" he replied back. Layla buried her head in his chest. Little did she know he wasn't taking about just her performance.