Chapter 26 #5
He sucked her gently, then harder, then slowly again, teasing her into a rhythm that had her legs shaking. She tried to move away from the intensity, but he pulled her closer, mouth locked on her like she was something he prayed over.
“Zaire…” her voice cracked.
He didn’t stop.
Meadow’s back arched, her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as he guided her all the way to the edge. She didn’t even realize she was grinding into his mouth until he groaned, hands tightening on her hips. “That’s it…let me savor this pussy…feed me, Marai.”
She came quick, sharp, shaking from her chest to her toes, a strangled sound escaping her throat that she tried, and failed, to swallow.
Zaire stayed right there, kissing her through every wave, hands stroking her thighs, soothing her even as he kept her open under him.
When she finally collapsed back into the mattress, breathing uneven, he kissed the inside of her knee and looked up. “You good?”
She blinked at him, dazed. “…No.”
He grinned. “Get up.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I want you on top.”
He didn’t wait for her reply. He pulled her gently into his lap, their chests brushing, their faces close enough for her lips to brush his. His hands spread across her hips, thumbs stroking her sides.
“So, what’s it gon’ be?” he whispered. “You gon’ make me beg or you gon’ take what you want?”
She lifted herself just enough to slide her hand between them. When she gripped his dick, his whole body jerked. His eyes closed. His jaw tightened. His breath hitched like he was trying to hold something in that didn’t want to be held. “Fuck…” he growled.
She guided him into her. Zaire’s hands gripped her thighs, steadying her.
“Look at me,” he said.
She did.
When she sank down on him fully, both of them gasped at the same time…just a raw, instinctive sound when two people fit each other perfectly.
Zaire’s head fell back for a second before he caught himself. “Aight… aight, I hear you,” he sighed.
Meadow rolled her hips with deep circles that made his grip tighten, his stomach flex, his breath skip. She looked down at him, watching his chest rise heavily under her.
“You talk too much,” she whispered.
He dragged his hands up her waist, pulling her closer. “I’ll shut up then.”
He kissed her again, not as hungry this time, but slow, deep, and warm. The kind of kiss that felt like both of them were sharing the same air.
The music switched to Rich Sex by Future and she fucked him to the beat.
Meadow moved on him, slow but sure, her forehead touching his, both of them finding a rhythm that felt like something bigger than sex.
It was love.
Zaire whispered against her mouth, “You really mine?”
Meadow didn’t answer with words.
She bounced harder, took his dick in deeper, eyes locked with his.
Zaire’s breath broke. “Aight…that’s a ‘yes’.”
His hands slid up her back, one cupping the base of her skull, pulling her into a kiss that tasted like apology and hunger and promise all at once.
Meadow’s thighs shook again. “Zaire…”
“I’m right here,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Ride your dick, baby.” He slapped her ass.
They moved together until the room felt like it was pulsing around them, until Meadow’s breath caught again, until Zaire’s hands were gripping her like he never wanted her to leave. He whispered things against her shoulder -soft things…rough things…honest things.
“You feel too good…”
“I’m right where I want to be…”
“You gon’ make me- baby…”
The lyrics. “Baby let’s go’on have rich sex.”
Zaire was in his zone. Her pussy slammed on him and he made sure he hit every spot she needed him to hit, marking her insides.
Meadow came first - quiet, shaking, her mouth blowing out hot air, hitting his neck as her body tightened around him. Zaire followed right after, pulling her closer, groaning into her shoulder as he spilled into her with a force that made him shiver.
They stayed tangled together long after it was over, melting into each other’s skin, the music looping softly in the background.
Meadow nuzzled into his neck. “You good?”
Zaire smiled, her breath still uneven. “I’m in love with you, Meadow.”
Her heart stumbled. “I love you too.”
Zaire exhaled in relief, like the world was lifted off his shoulders.
He kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, then her lips slow. “Say it again.”
She cupped his face. “I love you.”
His eyes closed, and he rested his forehead against hers.
“Good,” he whispered, “now lay with me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, be careful. I’m a man at the end of the day, don’t take that from me. Let me do what I’m supposed to do for you, Marai.”
She nodded, her eyes already filling with tears.
“Cuh, I’m not trying to make you cry.”
“I know,” she choked.
“If you want the ocean, I’ll bring it to you.
If you want the sky, I’ll flip the world, just so you can walk on clouds and bottle up air.
Whatever you want, I will get it for you.
You want this land, I’ll make sure you get it…
and those 40 acres? I’ll give you that tenfold. Just trust me to be a man.”
O-okay,’ she sniveled.
“You gave me your clothes, you gave me your words, you gave me your body… when all I needed all along was your trust.”
“Zaire you can’t talk to me like that when your dick is out.”
“I’m just saying, Meadow…” Zaire angled his head to look into her eyes. He needed her to feel him. “God made man, then He made woman… but when He made the Black woman?”
Zaire shook his head slowly, his thumb dragging across her bottom lip. “He gave the rest of us the whole damn universe and told us, ‘Here…hold this carefully…let me take care of His greatest creation.”