Chapter Five
Aislin
We talk for hours. Well, mostly I talk, and Zuri listens. She asks questions, and I answer every one of them, even when it’s hard, even when I’m afraid.
I talk until my throat is raw and my voice rough, until I feel wrung dry and there’s nothing left for me to say. I tell her everything, and Zuri listens, holds my hand, and doesn’t wince, walk away, or even falter. She’s just strong in supporting me.
I give myself a moment to take her in. Zuri is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I love how full of emotion her eyes are—how, when she looks at you, you feel like the most important person in the world—like maybe you’re the only person in the world, and I’d do anything to always bask in that feeling.
“That’s it. That’s all I can think of right now,” I finish.
“Thank you for trusting me with that,” she answers, tender in a way that only Zuri can be.
But all of that was only some of what I came here to say, wasn’t it?
What’s coming next aren’t words I ever thought I would say, and I never would have imagined could be true about me.
But I’ve never been in love before I met Zuri, and being in love changes things.
“It would be hard…walking away from my family while we’re still in Ashford, but I would do it if that’s what you want.
Or once we graduate, we could start our own lives somewhere else. Tiernan would make that happen for me—”
“What? No! I could never ask you to do that,” Zuri interrupts.
“Even after everything I told you?”
“None of that is you,” she asserts. “And even if it were…I don’t have a family of my own, Ash.
My parents were taken away from me. After that, I spent my whole life alone—until now.
I’m not taking your family away from you, and I’m not running.
That’s not who I am, and that’s not who you are either. Not my girl.”
I beam at her response. There is nothing like being Zuri’s girl. “God, it’s disgusting how much I like being called that. Who even am I?”
“My girl,” she reiterates.
“Then you’re mine, too,” I tell her.
“Damn straight.”
We meet in the middle, the two of us pulled together as though our lips are made of magnets.
Kissing Zuri is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Each time feels like my first kiss. My body gets tingly, and everything about her goes straight to my head.
I swear it’s like I get buzzed off her, like she’s a drug, but a healthy one that does nothing but make me feel good.
My tongue flicks at her lips, and Zuri lets me taste her. She tastes like her toothpaste—not mint, but it’s a familiar flavor.
When I ease her back, Zuri goes, lying down on the bed, with me coming down on top of her. Our lips still don’t part as I move my body against hers, feel her breasts beneath the thin T-shirt she’s wearing.
I lean back, resting on my knees. “Can I?” I play with the hem at the bottom of her shirt.
She grins up at me, and it nearly steals my breath. “Only if you get rid of yours, too.” There’s not a chance I’m saying no. Being naked with her is one of my favorite things.
I pull my hoodie over my head, tossing it to the floor, then remove my undershirt, leaving myself in only my bra.
“Hot.” Zuri reaches up, running her finger beneath the swell of my left breast.
“Your turn.” I can tell she’s not wearing a bra, so when she sits up slightly and I tug her shirt off, I’m not surprised to see her tits fall free. She’s bigger than me, with pretty, heavy breasts, her nipples already pebbled and hard and begging for my tongue.
“I always love being with you this way,” I say, leaning over her again and kissing my way down her neck.
“I love your mouth,” she replies, already making hungry sounds as I continue my way to my destination.
I move for her right tit first, flicking my tongue against her nipple.
Zuri gasps in response, and I can’t help the surge of power that shoots through me with the sound.
So much of what we do is new for both of us.
Zuri has always known she’s bisexual, but outside of one secret kiss when she was a teenager, I’m the first girl she’s been with, too.
“You like that?” I ask, doing it again. I flick my gaze up at her, and she grins.
“You know I do.”
I tug on her nipple with my teeth, just slightly, before alternating between licking and sucking it, while playing with her left one.
She writhes beneath me and runs her fingers through my hair, arching up as I taste the skin of her other breast. I love it just as much, feel so lucky to be here with her, so lucky to be the one pleasuring her. That she knows my family secrets, and she’s still here.
Why was it easier for me to believe Tiernan, Cillian, and Rory could find love than it was for me to believe I could?
“More,” she begs, grabbing my head and pulling it toward her. Our mouths sear together again as we kiss and move, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.
Everything about her turns me on. My body is sensitive, my panties already wet, and I’m dying to feel her, to sink my fingers into her hot body and feel how turned on she is for me.
“Let’s get you out of these,” I say as I pull away, tugging down her sleep pants and panties. The fabric is soaked, which just turns me on even more. “I think I want to keep them,” I tease, which makes Zuri laugh, and honestly, it’s one of my favorite sounds.
“You’re so ridiculous.”
“For you.” I set them on the nightstand because I wasn’t lying. The thought is kinda hot.
“I think you spend too much time with that group of boys.”
I mean, she’s not wrong, but that’s not what’s on my mind right now, because I’m finally letting myself look at her—at her heavy breasts, her curvy body, and the pretty pussy between her legs.
She doesn’t shave herself bare like I do, but keeps the black hair short, groomed and cut close to her body. I can see how wet she is, how swollen and puffy her pussy is, and I know she’s got to be throbbing like I am.
Zuri spreads her legs wide for me, and I can’t help but run my finger down her wet, hot slit. “You’re so pretty.” I rub my thumb against her clit, and she hisses in response. “You get so wet for me. I love how sensitive you are…how much you respond to me. Jesus, I love touching you, Z.”
“Then get your clothes off and touch me more.”
Yes. That sounds good to me.
Zuri sits up, wrapping her arms around me and unhooking my bra. She tosses it to the floor, her face so close to my achy, needy breasts.
She slides her hands around, covering them, playing with them, and making me moan in response. “Such a pretty pink.” Zuri leans in, laving my nipple with her tongue.
“God, yes,” I say, straddling one of her legs, rubbing my aching cunt on it, needing the friction.
She treats me to the same pleasure I gave her, licking and sucking on my tits, her hands running up and down my back, as I try to position my clit on her leg just right.
“Holy shit…we gotta stop…if you don’t, I’m going to come. I’m supposed to be pleasing you,” I say breathlessly.
“You are,” Zuri says, but she does stop. “Take off your pants. I want to see you, too.”
I nod and climb off the bed, removing my jeans and G-string as quickly as possible. I set my panties beside hers on the nightstand with a playful, “In case you want to keep mine, too.”
“You’re so fun.” She pulls me down to the bed with her, both of us laughing together, naked body against naked body. She’s so warm and soft that, God, I just want to disappear into her. I want to be with her, to touch her, to feel her all the time.
I kiss her once, then twice. “Thank you.”
“For what?” she asks.
“Still wanting me,” I reply before slipping my tongue into her mouth. I slide off of her some, then let my hand travel down her body, not stopping until I reach her dripping wet pussy.
When I rub her clit, Zuri moans into my mouth again. She’s so swollen and drenched. Honestly, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
She parts her legs when I slide my finger into her slit, pushing until I’m sinking into her.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, dropping her head back.
Her tits are calling my name again, so I go back there, letting my tongue flick over each pebbled tip, while fingering her.
“Ash,” she moans.
“What, Z? Does my girl want to come?”
“Yes?” she replies, rotating her hips so she’s fucking herself on my fingers.
“And I’m yours, too,” I remind her before I push a second finger into her. There’s nothing in the world as warm and fucking perfect as Zuri’s pussy. Each time my fingers sink inside her body, a shudder of pleasure vibrates through me.
“Fuck…right there. That’s my spot. Suck my tits again,” she begs. There’s not a chance in hell she’ll have to ask twice.
I wrap my lips around her nipple, suck her, finger-fuck her, take in each sound of pleasure, each gasping breath and muttered curse as she gets jerkier. Her pussy tightens, and then her body is shuddering beneath me, Zuri coming all over my fingers with a rush of heat.
I keep working her, keep sucking and loving her until she’s collapsed against the bed, a small smile on her lips, eyes fluttering. “I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she admits.
I ease my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth, hungry for a taste.
I suck them, which makes her eyes widen, suddenly not so sleepy anymore. “You like the way I taste?” she asks.
“So fucking much.”
“Okay.” Zuri nods. “Now it’s your turn to come.”