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PHOEBE
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Xavier lay me on the bed as he came out of his boxers. He went to take off the lab coat, but I stopped him. “Leave that shit on,” I mumbled.
I rolled on my stomach and bent over, arching my body sensually into the bed. He propped one leg on the bed as he took a handful of one of my ass cheeks into his hand, massaging it.
“This Zoo Baby shit is a forever thing.”
I rolled my head to look back at him. “Show me.”
He tapped his dick against my ass before entering my center. “Ooo,” I moaned.
With each inch, my body melted away. I spread my legs wider and bent over more, sending my face further into the mattress and my teeth clenching the sheets.
Xavier and I achieved neural synchrony. Our connection was just as deep as the dick he was serving.
His hand extended as it was in my hair, pulling my body up so we were back to chest. He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into my shoulder while flicking at my clit.
“Shit so fucking good,” he grumbled.
I reached back and snatched his locs, bringing his face to mine. We kissed each other just as nastily as we were fucking.
“Don’t stop. Mm, don’t...” I mumbled in his mouth.
He picked me up, turning me to face him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he catapulted me up, then in a circle.
Up and around.
My hips moved in the same motion, my legs gripped his waist, and I began riding his ass like a horse every time he sent my body around.
Up and around.
“That’s right. Ride this muhfucka. Fuck!”
Up and around.
My mouth opened as my eyes gazed at him.
Up and around.
I tried holding it in, but this time, he added an extra little oomph, and a scream brewed from my belly, sending a vibrato oozing from my lips. The sound of Persia outside let me know I was loud as hell, and I didn’t care.
Up and around.
Xavier leaned my upper body onto the bed, still holding my waist, and at that point, I knew it was over.
He rolled his hips as he pumped every inch inside me.
I played with my nipples, closed my eyes, and let our bodies speak to each other.
We were like Benzene and Xylene. This shit was the perfect science.
My pussy began thumping, and I knew I was about to cum. His body jolted, and so did mine. Suddenly, our bodies locked, shook, and as loud as he grunted, I screamed.
We lay in the bed under the flickering orange lights with my fingers entangled with his.
“Did I go through like... an initiation?” I asked.
“Nah, we just fucked.”
I knew he was lying, but I let it be. “Xavier?”
“Sup?”
“Thank you for being there for me. Not just with Monk, but through all of it.”
He leaned down and kissed my face. “Thank you for allowing me to be. I know this whole shit with the cutting doesn’t just go away overnight, but I hope that as we grow closer, you can trust me enough to talk it through instead of cutting.
Also—” he paused, “—I want to apologize for my insults. I know I said some fucked up things, and it wasn’t sensitive to what you were going through. ”
I knew I couldn’t expect everyone to understand why I did it or what I felt was right about it. I appreciated him apologizing. I knew I still had things to work through, but having him around made me feel like I wasn’t going through it alone. The space fell quiet as we just lay there.
“I love you,” we said in unison.
We looked at each other and laughed. “Let’s get some sleep. A nigga got to get up and clean all this shit up before your pops get back.”
I lifted my head to glance at the table. “What were you doing with the cylinders? Did I miss something?”
He yawned. “Shit, I don’t know. It looked good. It’s props and shit.”
I laughed as I lay back down. Xavier was definitely my person. This was something Syior would never have given me: peace.