Chapter 7 #3
In front of us was a mirror I’d recently purchased to complete the living room. Normally, I used it to check my appearance on the way out the door. But today Nadir wanted to utilize it for a different reason.
Slowly, he entered me, moans spilling from our lips as he filled me. His hands were on my waist. I bit my bottom lip and lowered my head. Nadir rocked into me steadily; the sound of our bodies colliding permeated my otherwise quiet condo. I gripped the couch tighter when Nadir’s cadence picked up.
“Look at you,” he husked, prompting me to look up.
My gaze caught his in the mirror. Another wave of chills covered me at the endearing yet primal look in his eyes. He grabbed my right breast, pinching my nipple before caressing it with his thumb.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?”
“Yes,” I cried out, enthralled by the visual of our bodies. He pulled me upright and held me close, cupping my breasts. My eyes closed when he pinched my nipples.
His strokes were harder now and his voice was hoarse when he said, “And brilliant, and your pussy tastes so good I’ll be craving it later.”
My stomach knotted at his words. Nadir’s gaze never faltered from mine, and as badly as I wanted to close my eyes, I couldn’t. There was something mesmerizing about watching the way my body responded to Nadir’s words, strokes, and touches.
“He didn’t deserve you,” Nadir continued, his eyebrows furrowing. He dropped a quick kiss on the curve of my neck. “You know that, right?”
I knew that already, but dammit if it didn’t feel good to hear from my best friend as he stroked me senselessly.
“Nadir, please,” I begged, meeting his smoldering gaze in the mirror.
“Please what?” he teased with a smirk.
Without warning, he pulled out and turned me to face him.
His mouth crashed into mine for a deep, ravenous kiss.
He held me close, his erection poking my stomach, making me giggle against his lips.
When he had his fill of kisses, we moved from the side of the couch and he directed me to lay down as he held my legs open, sliding back into me.
We fell back into the same intense rhythm as before.
The strokes were hard, deep, and filled with passion.
I didn't think I could take him much longer. Nadir’s eyes were on me with an intensity I couldn’t read.
His bottom lip was clenched between his teeth and his forehead wrinkled as I assumed his climax was near.
Mine was accelerated when Nadir pressed his thumb against my throbbing clit.
Just as my orgasm reached, he planted the hottest, most endearing kiss on my forehead, sending me down a spiral of pleasure in his arms. He held me close.
Our skin was slick and coated with our desire for each other.
The tip of his nose caressed mine and his breaths tickled my lips.
This was so intimate, and all consuming, I couldn’t do anything but surrender to him.
“Shit, princesa.” His lips brushed against mine when he uttered the words. My eyes rolled back at the affection in his tone. With one final thrust, he grunted.
“Come on,” he told me moments later.
“Where are we going?” I whined still in a post-orgasm haze.
“To shower. I need to get to work.”
I eyed him for a beat before taking his hand and following him to my room.
“You trust me?” he asked while turning on the shower.
I nodded before grabbing my shower cap and putting it on. “I do.”
“Good.”
Once the water was warm, he nodded for me to enter first. Shortly after, he joined me. I let the hot water run over my body as my mind started unpacking all that had just transpired. The feeling of Nadir’s hands on my back halted my thoughts. I stiffened for a second.
“Relax,” he told me with a chuckle. “We’re good, right?” The question came moments later, catching me off guard.
“I’d think so considering…” I trailed off, biting my lip to suppress a grin. “Why wouldn’t we be okay?”
Nadir rubbed slow circles along my back and shoulder.
Oatmeal and honey wafted around the steamy shower.
His touch was so gentle, so caring, that my mind slipped back to what had taken place in the living room.
I tilted my head to the left so he could wash my neck before moving to my arm.
I wanted to face him and see how good he looked washing me.
He slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
A breath hitched my throat from the sudden movement.
“I love and care about you, Robyn. And I’m willing to do whatever I can to make you feel good. I’m not confused about what happened. You needed something and I was able to fulfill that need, no questions asked.”
His lips brushed my ear as his words settled. Butterflies swarmed in my belly when he resumed washing me. I swallowed the lump in my throat as his hands moved down my back and over my butt until he reached my ankles. My eyebrows furrowed and my mind raced to come up with a response.
“It’s that simple for you?” was the best I could come up with and I regretted it as soon as the words fell from my lips.
Nadir turned me to face him. With knitted eyebrows, he continued washing me. The hot water felt good trickling down my back and legs. I looked up to meet his pensive eyes. Running the washcloth along my stomach and up my breasts, he looked away while shaking his head.
“Not at all, but a gray area is the last thing we need right now.” I nodded in agreement, still holding his gaze. Nadir bit his bottom lip, released it, then sighed. “You needed something and I made it happen; that’s it.”
“So, a pity fuck?”
He tilted his head to the side; a smirk forming on his handsome face. “Come on, Goldie. I feel a lot of things and pity isn’t one.”
I was silent for a beat, turning back to the water to wash the areas he hadn’t.
“I’ll give you time to think about what I’m saying, and if you want to talk about it, we can.”
I appreciated how cool he was about everything. After the weird day I was having with my lovers, past and present, I needed his understanding.
“I’m gonna let you finish,” I told him, suddenly needing separation.
His maturity and understanding turned me on and there was no way I’d be able to explain doubling back so soon, especially after the conversation we’d just had.
After drying off, I put on lotion and slipped into another T-shirt and yoga shorts combo.
I brought Nadir’s clothes to my room and placed them on the bed before going to the kitchen.
I stared at the apricots in the bowl and an instant smile appeared on my face.
“I’m gonna head out,” Nadir said on his way out. “Call me, Goldie.”
I nodded, then walked over to him. The simper on his lips caused warmth to spread through me.
“I’ll call,” I replied.
“Good.”
He kissed my forehead, then held me by the chin while kissing my lips.
The kiss was slow, tender, and reminiscent of the kiss that led us to having sex in the first place.
He pulled away; longing dancing in his eyes before he walked to the door.
I followed him, offering one last smile before he left.
After locking the door, I went back to the kitchen to see if I had the ingredients to bake a pie because Nadir earned it.