16. Nala
“Idon’t get what the fuck the problem is?”
He walked away from me with measured steps like he was trying not to get too close to me and we start kissing and fucking. Part of me was thrilled he wanted me that much but not enough to forget about Alicia.
“There is no problem, Zaire. I knew it would be like this.”
“Like what?”
“You. Women. This.”
He shook his head at me.
“You sound crazy, you know that?”
“Then write me a prescription, Dr. Booker.”
His eyes were hard but still full of lust. That never went away.
“I got the prescription for your ass.”
I turned away a moment because something about being back in here where he had my limbs spread apart while I pulled his head back and forth to eat me up started to work on other parts of me and not my anger. When I turned back to his silently accessing presence, his eyes were waiting.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” His eyes said we both knew how he was looking at me and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
“You know how. Now is not the time. I’m mad.”
“But are you? Cause from what I can tell, I’ve done nothing for you to be mad about. You are in your head, Nala. Get out of it for a moment and feel, Dr. Jackson. What is this moment telling you?”
“That you need to stop trying to be my doctor.”
He nodded and waited.
“Okay fine. I’m tripping.”
“You are.”
I glared at him and he shrugged with a smile. “You are tripping, but why?”
I sighed and looked away. I felt myself drifting over to the window, my feet feeling heavy with each step. Maybe I was a bit uncomfortable unpacking this with him present, and would rather do it with my doctor, but if we were going to try this, I needed to be honest with him and myself. This goes back a long way long before Zaire but I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell him about Eric and how it had me questioning whether I was cut out to guide others in their lives when that loser had me down bad the way he did. Baby steps.
“I really really like you, Zaire.” I didn’t look back at him as I felt his presence come closer.
“I feel vulnerable and irrational when it comes to you, Zaire, and that’s not like me, and not just because of what we do for a living. I mean come on; I’m helping people figure their lives out. I can’t be losing my shit right along.”
I felt his hands grab at my shoulders before forcing me to turn and look at him. Gentle brown eyes were waiting for mine.
“Love isn’t rational, Nala. You can”t figure us out with that big brain of yours. This thing takes you feeling with your heart ... and the other parts of you too.”
Damn, this man made my heart melt and my coochie too. There was the love word. He didn’t seem to notice and kept going. “I’m not saying to not use your brain, Nala. If I’m messing up, of course, you’re supposed to call me on it, but getting upset that a woman finds me attractive isn’t okay either.”
“But you seemed to enjoy it.”
He took a moment to respond, taking a seat on the bed. I came to stand in front of him and looked down at him. I could not blame Alicia. I would want him too if I was alone in the mountains. But she would have to find someone else because this one was mine.
“I can see how it would look that way.”
“So you don’t enjoy the women coming on to you.” It was a statement.
“Truthfully, I used to. But not anymore. It’s old. If I wanted to still fuck my way through life like I did in college then sure it would mean something, but those days are done. I want something real and smiles and flirtations won’t give me that unless there’s something solid beneath that.”
I thought about that long enough to see it from his perspective.
“I have only wanted something real to call my own,” I admitted.
“And now you have it.”
I dared to hope. To wish.
“You make it seem as if all of this is simple when it’s not.”
“Why isn’t it?”
“We work together.”
Stating the obvious grated my nerves because why didn’t he see that as a complication?
“We keep it to ourselves. We’re not breaking any rules. D. Patton has never stated there was no fraternization.”
“She may not have but what job you know is cool with it?”
He shrugged seemingly unconcerned. “Probably the one we have. Think about it. She is pretty detail-oriented which I love about her. She knows human nature because it’s her life like it’s ours. If there was some rule against it, she would have made that clear a long time ago. But given how uncomfortable you are about it, we’ll conduct ourselves like nothing is happening.”
The problem with that was, everything was happening. I’d been brewing in my feelings for him for months and while we may have just now started acting on it completely, it’s been there. How do I hide this now that I have it? I said none of that to him though. His casual vibe told me he wasn’t in this like I was, and it would be simple for him to compartmentalize, something I spoke with my male patients about all the time.
“You good?” He was watching me.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Cool. Now you can come over here and show me just how good you are.”
Ten minutes later I was squatting above his head and dropping my pussy down onto his waiting mouth. Holding onto the headboard, I looked down to see him slurp me up. The sensation was out of this world. The control I had in feeding him, the way he caressed my hips as I bounced up and down on his masterful mouth. His groans into my flesh served as the perfect enhancement to our session. My clit vibrated as his tongue slid back and forth and round and round. It didn’t take long. His light spanks and muffled, “Give it to me baby” taunts sent me over and I was cumming all over his fat tongue.
I don’t know how I ended up with my ass in the air with him behind me sliding into my wetness so deliciously. White sheets were clutched in my palms and in between my teeth as he stretched me out. I followed his tempo, allowing my body to move with his. Allowing his hands to push and pull, allowing his pelvis to send me forward and bring me back. This was his pussy and I told him so.
“I know. You think I don’t know?”
I couldn’t speak. I could only cry out.
“Yeah. This is my pussy. But guess what.”
“Whhhhhhattttt!”
“This. Is. Your. Dick.”
Each word was punctuated by a deep hard thrust that forced my spirit to collide with his in an orgasm that brought me outside of myself. I alone didn’t matter, it was all about us right then. We found ourselves collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap.
“Have we settled on how much I want you, Nala? How much of me is yours?”
“Yes, Zaire,” I said short of breath. “I’m all good now.”