Chapter Six
Zuri
There’s a part of my brain that’s still trying to work through everything Aislin confirmed for me tonight, but all I can focus on is her. All I want to focus on is her—the way she makes me feel and the way I want to make her feel, too.
Right now, all that matters is us, and we will figure everything else out later.
“Okay.” Ash lies on her back beside me. I turn to my side, head propped up on my hand, looking down at her.
“Everything about you is so sexy to me.” I pluck one nipple, then the other, watching her tremble in response.
“I’m glad.” She grins.
I tickle my fingers down her torso, stopping to play with the piercing in her belly button before continuing south.
“Can I taste you here?” I ask, finger slipping between the wet folds of her pussy.
Ash thrusts up, like she’s dying for more contact.
Since the sex part of our relationship is newer, I haven’t eaten her out yet, and she hasn’t done it to me, but I want to try it.
“I…yes…fuck yes. If you want to,” she says.
“I want to,” I reply. “You have to tell me, though, if something I do doesn’t feel good or if you don’t like it. I don’t know how to please you if you don’t tell me.”
“Okay,” Ash replies. “I’ll tell you, but I already know everything you do to me will feel good.”
I chuckle. “Maybe I’ll be a natural at eating pussy.”
“Oh my God.” She laughs and covers her face. Aislin is so strong, so confident, and honestly, she rarely gets embarrassed.
“It’s cute when you get like this,” I say, moving my finger up to play with her clit. “All shy and sweet.”
“It’s because…” she gasps, undulating her hips. “Because things matter with you in a different way. I don’t have to hide with you.”
My finger stills, needing to hear what she’s going to say.
“I can drop my guard with you. I don’t have to be Aislin O’Shea, the girl who always has to prove herself. I don’t always have to be strong. I can just be. And get shy, or embarrassed, or feel really overwhelmed with all the good feelings I get when I’m with you. I can let my walls down.”
Those words are the best I’ve ever heard. They cement my choice that this is right, that we’re right, despite who her family is and the things they do…the things Ash will always be a part of.
“I can let my guard down with you, too. All of that…what you said…I feel that way about you, too.” I roll on top of her, taking her mouth again.
I can taste myself on her tongue, from when she licked her fingers.
It’s not something I ever thought about doing before, not something I ever thought would be sexy, but it really is.
Will Ash like tasting herself on me, too?
I kiss down her body, stopping again to pay attention to her delectable breasts, before settling my body between her legs.
Ash is open for me, her shaved cunt so swollen and wet—clit engorged and begging for my tongue.
“Your pussy is so hot.”
“I’m so fucking wet for you, Z. Taste me.”
I spread her lips, take in the sight of her—all flushed and throbbing. I smell the heady, sexy scent of her arousal, and I swear I’m drunk from it.
“You smell like you want me.”
“I do,” she replies, just before I take my first lash at her with my tongue. Aislin cries out, the salty taste of her arousal bursting on my tongue.
I lick her again and again, circling my tongue on her clit, tasting every part of her, and hoping she likes it.
“Is this good?” I ask, breathing against her pussy.
“So good,” she replies before I’m on her again, face buried in her cunt, feasting off her and savoring every last drop of her wetness.
Ash’s hand moves to the back of my head, pushing me closer to her, body moving and rutting against me like she’s trying to ride my face.
I’m a mess from her juices, and I love it, want more of it, would love to taste her for the rest of my life.
I suck on her clit, then push two fingers into her.
Ash’s hand tightens in my braids. Her thighs begin to shake, her pussy tightening around my fingers before she shatters.
I continue licking her clit through her orgasm, fingers still tucked deep within her, pleasuring her until Ash is limp on the mattress.
I slowly ease out of her, gently licking her up and down her slit, hoping it’s soothing to her.
When her hand falls away, I lie beside her. “I take it you liked that.”
“A-fucking-plus. No notes. Not that I’m surprised.”
“I can go wipe my face off and—”
“Shh.” Aislin grabs me and kisses me, answering my question from earlier about whether she’d like to taste herself on me.
We kiss until my jaw hurts and until I can hardly hold my eyes open anymore.
“I should go wash up,” I say. “But I can hardly keep my eyes open.”
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” She goes into the bathroom. I hear the water running before she comes back out a few minutes later. She wipes my face and my pussy, then gets rid of the cloth. “Sit up, real quick,” she says, and I do.
Before I realize what’s happening, she’s tying my hair up the way I always do before bed, then grabs my bonnet from my nightstand drawer, fitting it over my braids.
“Thank you,” I murmur, smiling.
“Always. I want to take care of you,” she says.
“We’ll take care of each other,” I reply, before Ash turns out the light and the two of us cuddle in bed together as I promptly fall asleep.
*
I groan when my alarm goes off, wishing I didn’t have to get out of bed with Ash. We’re each on our sides, my back against her chest, with her arm wrapped around me, hand on my breast.
I smile when she moans behind me, then presses her lips to my shoulder. “I don’t want to go to school.”
“Me neither,” I reply. “But I have to.” I’m here on scholarships and have grades I need to keep up. Plus, I’m going to college because I want to, because being a doctor is my dream, and nothing will stop me from making it come true.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and Ash does the same thing, only behind me, with her legs wrapped around me. “Will I get to see you after school?”
“Yes. Since you’re done avoiding me,” I tease, and she laughs, burying her face in my back.
“I’m sorry. I suck.”
I chuckle, then turn, Ash moving too, so we can see each other. “No. You don’t. You’re incredible…” I kiss her. “And so fine.”
“Mmm. Tell me more,” she teases.
“Later. I have to shower. Do you want to come?” I stand, Ash’s gaze running up and down my body. I love how much I turn her on, how attracted to me she is. I feel the same way about her, and there’s something so potent about being wanted by Aislin O’Shea.
“Obviously.”
We shower together. Ash copies my skincare routine afterward, because it’s flawless, then we get dressed, Aislin borrowing some of my clothes, before we go our separate ways.
I’m walking past one of the bulletin boards on my way to class when my gaze catches on the red lettering written across the flyer I put up yesterday.
Zuri Alexander is a SLUT!
The word slut is in all caps.
I stop dead in my tracks. “What the fuck?”
I rip down the flyer for the rally this weekend.
“Those motherfuckers.” I have a feeling I know who did this.
Well, not the exact people or names, but the kind of person who does this—those dude bros on campus, getting drunk and taking advantage of women.
I’m sure they see the rally for this weekend as a woman stepping out of line—not just a woman, but a Black woman.
They’re the same kind of guys who get away with it half the time, who say things like she was asking for it, or point to her clothes as a reason it was okay for them to take what they want.
“Fuck you, assholes. You’re not shutting me up.” I crumple up the flyer and throw it away before continuing to class. I don’t have time for this shit.
Still, I don’t know if it’s just me, but it feels like people are staring at me most of the day, and I could swear I heard a random guy cough slut under his breath.
I give him the finger just in case, wondering if he’s the guy who wrote on my flyer, but not wanting him to think he got to me.