🏖️ The Vacation 😏🛫😈- (18+ Reading NSFW) EsSense Of Ebony Books

Sunkissed and unapologetic, Sabrina escapes to Negril seeking pleasure, peace, and a partner—but what she finds might awaken more than just her desires...

🔥 Heat on the North Coast 🔥

Sabrina adjusted her oversized sunglasses and lit a slim tightly wrapped spliff as she melted into the beach lounger like sugar in rum. The late afternoon sun kissed her cocoa-toned skin with golden fingers while the breeze flirted with her curls. Staying on the North Coast had been the best decision she’d made all year. Luton was chaos. But here—here was peace, pleasure, and possibility.

She inhaled deeply, the sea air mixing with the earthy scent of the weed she'd just rolled. Her spliff glowed at the tip like an ember of mischief. A waiter drifted by and she beckoned him with two fingers.

“Martini. On the rocks,” she said coolly, then turned back to the ocean, where the sun was beginning its slow descent toward the Negril horizon. The water shimmered a deep emerald, as if the island itself was showing off. Sabrina smiled to herself. Life was good.

Two days in, and she'd already met Jermaine and Spence, two chocolate gods from Atlanta who played pro ball and wore their wealth like second skins. Tall, built, rich, and playful. Exactly the type she could let her guard down with—for a few nights, at least. But surprisingly, it wasn’t them who had her thighs tingling today.

No, that honour belonged to Angelique.

Sabrina could still feel the heat from their first encounter back at Gatwick, when a striking, dreadlocked beauty had slid beside her in the departure lounge and asked casually, "So... where in JA you staying?" Just like that, a spark ignited. Angelique’s eyes were pools of dark honey, her voice smooth, sultry, with a Caribbean-French accent that made Sabrina's nipples tighten under her DKNY hoodie.

"I came here for peace," Angelique had whispered hours later on the plane, lips close to her ear. "But I might stay for a piece of you."

Sabrina had laughed then—half shocked, half turned on. She had never been approached by a woman so boldly. But here she was now, waiting for her on the beach, heart racing beneath her red green and gold swimsuit, rolling another joint like she was lighting a fuse.

And there she came—Angelique. Wearing the sunset on her skin and a low-cut orange top that barely contained her breasts. Her denim skirt clung to her hips. A white overnight bag bounced at her side. She looked like temptation sent from the gods of sin.

"Hey sweet thing," Angelique purred, grinning with those blinding white teeth.

"Hey girl," Sabrina replied, standing to greet her. Their kiss on the cheek lingered longer than it should’ve.

They ordered jerk chicken and festival, doused it with hot sauce, and washed it down with martinis and ganja smoke. The food was spicy, the air heavy with promise, and the night settling in like velvet.

By the time they reached the elevator, Angelique had her tongue in Sabrina's mouth, hands gripping her ass like it belonged to her. The door dinged open to the hallway, and they barely made it to the room before Angelique began untying the straps of Sabrina’s swimsuit, exposing her firm, caramel breasts.

"You're art," Angelique whispered reverently, pressing her lips to a nipple already pebbled with desire.

Sabrina moaned as they tumbled onto the bed. Her hands trembled as she peeled the clothes off Angelique, piece by piece. The woman's body was a masterpiece: high breasts with dark, thick nipples that practically dared you to suck them, abs hard enough to bounce coins off, and that ass—round, juicy, a peach sculpted by the divine.

But it was what was between her legs that stopped Sabrina in her tracks.

The plump, glistening lips of Angelique’s pussy were already swelling, her clit thick, hooded, pink as guava flesh. Sabrina’s mouth went dry. She licked her lips, and without needing to be told, lay back as Angelique climbed on top.

What followed was worship.

Angelique kissed her from forehead to feet, lingering at every inch of soft flesh. Her tongue was a dancer—teasing Sabrina’s nipples, her belly, then the space between her thighs until Sabrina’s back arched, her moans catching in her throat.

"God... Angelique..." she gasped, as the woman’s tongue flicked her swollen clit with maddening precision.

Angelique didn’t respond. She buried her face deeper, inhaling Sabrina's scent like a woman starved. Her tongue lapped at the juices, suckling, teasing, plunging into her cunt with slow, delicious strokes. One hand gripped Sabrina’s thigh, the other played with her breasts, pulling gentle moans from her lips like a skilled musician.

Sabrina’s orgasm hit her like a wave—hot, wild, electric. Her legs trembled, fingers clawing at the sheets as her cries echoed against the hotel walls.

“You’re... incredible,” she gasped, when she could finally breathe.

Angelique just smirked, pulling the overnight bag to the bed. “We’re not done,” she whispered, and pulled out a black leather strap-on with the confidence of a woman on a mission.

What followed was a symphony of desire.

Angelique took her slow, then fast. Hard, then gentle. She kissed her while sliding inside her, eyes locked, bodies slick with sweat and sea salt. Then Sabrina flipped the script—climbed atop her goddess and rode her like a cowgirl in a dream. Their moans filled the room like music.

By the time the sun peeked over the horizon, Sabrina’s legs were jelly, her body humming with afterglow. Angelique lay beside her, arm draped across her waist, the scent of weed and sex thick in the air.

Sabrina lit a final spliff and passed it to her lover.

"Best vacation ever," she whispered, lips still tingling.

Angelique smiled lazily, her voice low. "Told you I’d eat you like paradise."