11. Diving In #3
Zaire moved one hand up to Nadine’s neck, bending it slightly to the left. She replaced her hand with her lips, soft and warm at the curve, sucking gently. Nadine tried not to moan, but she couldn’t help it. It felt so good.
Zaire licked up the curve of her neck. “I can’t stop thinking about how you tasted that night. Let me taste you again,” she whispered.
Nadine turned her head, her lips crashing into Zaire’s.
Their tongues tangled, reacquainting with each other.
She tasted so fucking good, remnants of the caramel iced coffee she’d seen her drinking earlier still on her tongue.
Nadine licked and sucked her tongue, feeling the cold metallic of the barbell piercing, which sent shock waves straight to her pussy.
“This is fate,” Zaire breathed against her lips. “There’s a reason I showed up at your doorstep. I’m supposed to be here. It’s a sign, my sweet Cookie.”
Fate? Maybe it was fate. Or maybe Nadine had willed this to be. Her obsessive, intrusive thoughts had done this.
She might as well give in…
Nadine’s hands gripped Zaire’s ass, pulling her closer to her. She’d been wanting to feel that juicy ass for days.
As soon as Zaire was in her hands, Nadine finally spoke. “You been teasing me with this ass all week.” She wasn’t sure where that thought came from. This type of sexual boldness wasn’t innate to her, but something about this girl made her this way.
Zaire smiled against her lips. “You’ve been teasing me with everything.” She put a wet hand through Nadine’s hair, pulling her deeper into their kiss. Shaunetta was gonna kill her for messing up her silk press already. But this was worth it. So worth it.
Zaire licked Nadine’s bottom lip. “You taste so fucking good. All of you taste good.” With that, she moved a hand to the crotch of Nadine’s swimsuit, pulling it to the side.
The rush of water against her pussy did nothing to cool the heat she felt between her thighs.
As soon as Zaire’s fingers breached the lips of her pussy, she let out a deep moan.
“We…mmhmm…I shouldn’t…” Nadine’s eyes were closed. If she looked at this girl, she would combust. She was sure of it.
Zaire’s fingers explored, moving through Nadine’s slick folds, teasing her swollen clit. “You’ve got a fat little pussy. Hmm.. I knew you’d be perfect, Nadine. Let me see you cum, beautiful.”
Nadine threw her head back, gripping the sides of the pool. She lifted a leg and instinctively wrapped a thick thigh around Zaire’s waist. When Zaire pushed two fingers inside Nadine, she let out a scream so loud she was sure her neighbors would hear.
“That’s it. That’s what I want from you.
” Zaire strummed, fingering Nadine’s slick pussy and swollen clit until she felt as if she was leaving her body.
Tears were streaming down her cheek. Her breathing was labored.
She felt as if her body was so hot it would make the water boil. She had to get out of there.
Nadine’s obvious apprehension did little to stop Zaire from her mission at hand. Her fingers had begun an agonizingly slow pace. Nadine didn’t know which was worse— furiously finger fucking her or the slow strokes of her nimble fingers.
“Why are you running? You want me to stop?” Zaire kissed the inside of Nadine’s thigh. “I don’t think you do.” She eased her fingers back inside Nadine, curling them to hit right at her G Spot.
Nadine didn’t want her to stop. But guilt mixed with an impending orgasm was crashing down on her, coming in fast like a bullet train. She was a married woman, lusting after a woman half her age, letting her finger fuck her in her pool. What was she thinking?
“Oh, my fucking God!” A mix of her squirting juices and creaminess flooded Zaire’s hand. She had a satisfied, euphoric look on her face. So fucking proud of what she’d done to her.
Nadine lifted herself out of the pool and onto the ledge, easing away from Zaire.
She looked down at the impressions in the dimples of her thighs from the hold the girl’s wet fingers had on her.
When she bent down to grab her towel, Nadine saw her licking her fingers with enjoyment.
The moan that escaped her lips almost made Nadine have second thoughts to go back in for more.
I definitely need to get the fuck out of here.
Nadine scurried back into the house as Zaire called out to her. She couldn’t face her. She wouldn’t. She quickly dried off, changed into an uncharacteristically un-chic tracksuit, went into her office and locked the door.
After a few minutes, she heard a soft knock.
“Nadine? Are you ok? Can we talk?”
Nadine refused to answer. Refused to open the door.
After a while, she could hear footsteps moving down the hallway.
Relieved, Nadine exhaled. If she had to hole up in her office the rest of the day…
the rest of the weeks…she would. Otherwise, there was no telling how far things would go.
Because after that one moment, Nadine knew there would come a time when resistance would be futile.
And that was dangerous.