Chapter 10 #2
“See! I knew you watched it before.” She grinned, giving me that playful side-eye.
“Man, my sister used to run this movie nonstop.” I chuckled. “I’m more of an action movie type.”
“Like gangster movies?” she asked, tilting her head.
“How do you figure? Do I look like a gangster to you?”
“No, but you do carry yourself like a street dude sometimes.”
“I used to be in the streets. But I gave that life up a long time ago after I almost lost mine.”
Her expression softened, curiosity written all over her face. “How so?”
Zanova shut the movie off and switched to a music channel on the TV. R&B began to play, and it gave our setting a nice vibe for conversation.
“I was shot three times,” I said casually, though the memory still burned in the back of my mind. “Died twice on the operating table.”
Her eyes went wide, disbelief flashing across her face. “Wow! I’m glad you pulled through, Samir. Did you ever find out who did it?”
I glanced down at her, half-smirking. “Let’s just say… He didn’t make it to see his next birthday that year.”
She froze, her body going tense against me. The air shifted.
I reached up and ran my thumb down her cheek, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Does that scare you? Knowing I took a life?”
“No,” she whispered. “He tried to take yours. So… Karma did what it was supposed to.”
“I think my ex-wife’s side nigga set the shit up. Couldn’t prove it, but my gut ain’t ever been wrong.”
Zanova’s brows furrowed slightly. “Your ex-wife?”
“Yeah, I was married before. She cheated on me. I guess she couldn’t handle losing my money and the lifestyle I provided her.”
There was a pause, heavy but not uncomfortable. Then she leaned her head against my shoulder, her voice soft as she spoke. “Guess we both were hurt by people who were supposed to love us.”
“Yeah. But the difference is, I ain’t letting that pain win again.”
We stared at each other for a long beat, her lips parting just slightly.
I leaned in and kissed her, and she didn’t stop me.
Her lips were soft and eager, like she’d been holding back for too long.
I kissed her deeply, hungry to feel her as I’d been dying to do since I saw her in that dress.
My hand found her waist, and she moved closer until she was in my lap, our bodies pressed close.
The world outside the living room of this suite disappeared.
There was only her scent, her warmth, and her quiet little breaths between kisses.
I slid my hands to the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, breaking our kiss momentarily.
When she didn’t stop me, I reclaimed her lips, pushing my tongue between her lips, as I palmed her breast through her bra.
She moaned into my mouth, grinding in my lap, making my dick brick up even more.
But as I tweaked her hard nipples, she pulled back, breathing hard, eyes looking unsure.
“Samir, we shouldn’t.” She closed her eyes as she shook her head.
“My intention wasn’t to fuck you when I agreed to watch a movie with you.
I can’t lie and say I don’t want to feel you again, Nova baby.
” I pecked her lips between each few words.
When I kissed her the last time, she grabbed the back of my head, captured my bottom lip, and sucked on it so fucking softly.
I took that as a sign that sex was a go.
I lay her back on the couch and climbed between her legs.
She didn’t pull away this time, only looking up at me with those wide, searching eyes.
My hand slid down her stomach and brushed the edge of her shorts.
Lingering there, I felt the tremor that ran through her body before they made their way inside.
She was hot, her lower lips wet with her essence.
“Samir…” she whispered my name as I ran my middle finger between her folds. I brushed my thumb along her clit, while teasing her hole.
“Damn, Zanova. You are so wet. Can I taste you, baby? I promise I won’t penetrate you,” I uttered in her ear and began gently biting on her neck.
She hissed when I slipped a finger inside her. “Yess!”
Her chest rose and fell, each exhale softer than the last. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my fingertips, her body warm and alive beneath mine.
The air between us was heavy with something neither of us could identify.
I kissed her again, slower this time, like I was savoring her taste.
Her hands moved up my back, fingers curling into my shirt as if she was afraid I’d disappear.
Every soft sound she made pulled me in deeper.
Breaking our kiss, I sat up to remove her shorts, then her panties.
My eyes took in her beautiful body until they reached her middle.
Her pussy was bald, and just as beautiful as she was.
I gave her eye contact, asking for permission to continue, and she nodded, biting her bottom lip as she gawked at me.
Spreading her legs open, I lowered myself between her thighs, my mouth watering like a motherfucker from her scent alone.
I didn’t hesitate to run my tongue down her slit before taking her clit into my mouth.
She moaned as I sucked, then circled my tongue around her hole, her juices wetting up my beard.
Zanova was leaking something serious, and I didn’t want any of it to get away.
“Use your hand. Spread it open for me, baby.”
She did as I asked, using both hands to spread her pussy lips open. I leaned in, capturing her clit, then slurping. I continued to do that as I eased my middle finger inside her tight hole. Her clit started to swell in my mouth, as “Face Down” by VEDO played on the TV.
“Oh God! Samir, don’t stop, baby. Keep going, just like that,” she cried out as I licked and sucked on her pussy.
She tasted so good, and already, I was addicted all over again.
Her muscles clenched around my fingers as she moaned and cursed under her breath.
The more I went in on her box, the wetter and louder she got.
I could feel her legs trembling against my ears, as her juices poured out of her like a leaky faucet. I knew she was about to come.
“Uhh! Shit!” she yelled before she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face deeper into her pussy.
A few seconds later, she screamed and began squirting onto my face and shirt. She bucked her hips, riding out the wave. Her moans echoed throughout the room as spurts of her juices shot out of her and into my mouth.
“Shit!” I groaned.
When I sat up, I looked down at her with her juices leaking from my beard. Her eyes were closed tightly as her chest rose and fell at a rapid rate.
“Damn, Nova baby. That shit was beautiful. You okay?”
“No. I… That was… intense. I don’t remember ever coming that hard before from head. It feels like my body is floating. What did you do to me? I can’t stop shaking, Samir.” She was groaning like she was still coming and in pain.
“Well, get ready to go to the moon, because I ain’t done with you yet.”
I picked up her limp body and bent her over the couch with her knees into the cushion.
“Samir, wait! I don’t think I can come again.” She tried to get up, but I held her in place. I pushed my palm on her back, giving me the perfect arch.
“Yes, you can, baby. I told you… You fuckin’ with a real nigga. Now keep that arch for me, love.”
I got on my knees behind her to get a better angle. I spread her ass cheeks apart and began twirling my tongue around her asshole, before moving down to her swollen bud. She tried to run from me, but I locked my arms around her thighs to hold her in place and went back to her asshole.
“Oohh! Oh God! Oh God!” She reached her hand back to try and push me away. I slapped it away and slipped my thumb into her asshole while flicking my tongue up and down her pussy like a madman.
“Nah, don’t run. Bring that pussy back to me. Stop playing with me and feed me this good shit.”
I brought my hand down hard on her left ass cheek.
She yelped and moaned, pushing her ass in my face.
I moved my head back a little, spit on her pussy, and went back in, gently sucking her clit while continuing to work her asshole.
Her body began to shake, and once again, she screamed out my name as her dam broke, wetting up my beard, shirt, and the couch.
I sat up, chest heaving, trying to get a grip on myself. My dick was hard as a fucking brick seeing her come undone twice now. I gripped myself through my pants to ease some of the pain as I watched her fall back and lie limp on the couch.
I stood and went to her bathroom to get cleaned up.
By the time I came back out, Zanova was asleep, the TV still flickering in the background as some song by Coco Jones played.
I grabbed a throw blanket from the armchair and draped it over her, tucking a stray braid behind her ear before kissing her forehead and heading for the door.
For a second, I just stood there, watching her sleep. Something about her softness tugged at something deep within me. I turned off the lights and slipped out, leaving her to rest while my mind and my dick were doing the opposite.