14. Applying Pressure
Applying Pressure
Nadine made it home in time for EJ’s bedtime. She stood at the doorway quietly, watching Zaire tell jokes to EJ until he was in fits of giggles. The two of them were in their own world.
“Ok. No more jokes. Good night, sweet boy.”
“Nooooo. Don’t gooooo,” EJ whined. “You have to sing our song! Please!” For good measure, he pouted and batted his impossibly long lashes. Nadine had to stifle a chuckle. That was his go-to move to get folks to succumb to his cuteness. Zaire was a goner.
Zaire sighed and shook her head. “You’re relentless, you know that? With your cute self.” She adjusted herself at the edge of the bed and she began singing “Orange Moon” by Erykah Badu. Nadine’s heart nearly stopped beating. Zaire’s voice was absolutely breathtaking, completely arresting.
Eventually, EJ’s eyes grew heavy, and he fell asleep just as Zaire was rounding out the chorus.
When she got up from the bed, Zaire froze, hand over her heart. “Shit! I didn’t hear you come in,” she whispered.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Nadine smiled. “I just got in. Seems like just in time for a mini concert.”
Zaire shrugged. “Just doing my job, Mrs. Moody. Good night.”
The way she said her name made Nadine’s heart ache. I guess we’re back to square one.
Zaire began to move past her until Nadine reached for her arm, holding on to her wrist. She looked down at Zaire’s delicate fingers, painted another shade of vibrant green.
“Z, can we talk? Just for a moment.”
Zaire sighed. “Now you want to talk? Sure you don’t want to go run to your office and close the door and pretend I don’t exist?”
Nadine let go, leaning against the opposite side of the wall. “I deserve that. I am sorry.”
“Let me guess, you’ve never been with a woman before?”
Nadine chuckled dryly. “Uhm, I’ve been with a woman before. A few. None as fine as you…and that’s the problem.”
Zaire squinted, folding her arms. “What does that mean?”
“Ugh,” Nadine rubbed her tired eyes. “It’s complicated.”
Zaire leaned against the opposite wall. “I can handle it. Tell me.”
The light from EJ’s starry night light twinkled in the hallway against Zaire’s skin. Like beams of fairy dust against her dark skin. It was too beautiful. Too much.
Nadine had to look away for as she spoke. “Baby girl, you’re so pretty that it hurts. You feel so good to kiss. To touch. The thoughts I have about you are consuming me. But I’m married, Zaire. And you’re too young for me and…”
“I’m almost thirty, Nadine. I am not a child.”
“But you could be my child. Shit, you’re just a little older than my daughter, Alex. Still, I shouldn’t feel the way I do. Married or not. You work for me.”
“I know,” Zaire blew out a breath. “I was being selfish. I wasn’t really caring about that in the moment.”
“Neither was I. I just told my husband of almost two decades that I’m bisexual and we are still working through that.”
Zaire’s eyes widened. “Wait? Your husband didn’t know you liked women?”
Nadine shook her head. “No. I was trying to bury all of that in the past…until the night I kissed you. Then you showed up on my doorstep. And that just added heat to something that was already bubbling to the surface.”
“This isn’t all on you, Nadine. I was applying pressure.”
Nadine smirked. “Yeah, you were. I may be old, but I caught on.”
“Not old, Cookie. Just vintage, like I said.”
They both softly chuckled until their laughter died down, and their eyes met.
“I told him about you…sort of,” Nadine confessed.
“What do you mean, sort of?”
“I told him I was feeling someone. Someone younger that I work with. I mean, that’s not a total lie.”
Zaire’s eyebrow raised. “Uhm, that’s a definitely stretching the truth, Nadine.”
“I know. Being your employer makes this worse. Even if he’s ok with me exploring my attraction.”
Zaire’s mouth was slightly agape. “He is?”
“Yeah.”
“How does that even work?”
Nadine shrugged. “We haven’t exactly worked out the details. But this is messy. Seriously. So fucking messy.”
“It is, but, honestly,” Zaire moved, closing the gap between them. “I didn’t give a fuck how messy it was. I wanted you. From the moment I saw you at the club…”
“Zaire,” Nadine breathed out her name like a whisper. “We shouldn’t.”
Zaire nipped at Nadine’s neck, eliciting a whimper. “You just said you want me. You’re feeling me, Cookie. Let me feel you.”
Nadine’s eyes went past Zaire, looking toward EJ’s room where he was still sound asleep.
Without a word, she grabbed her hand and led her down the hall toward one of the guest rooms. As soon as the door closed, Zaire pushed Nadine up against it, kissing her until she could barely breathe.
Nadine moaned into her mouth, opening wider to invite her tongue to explore.
Zaire tasted better than she remembered, felt better than the first time.
Nadine palmed Zaire’s ass, the thin material of her leggings feeling like a second skin.
“This ass,” Nadine moaned. “So fucking juicy.”
Zaire smiled against Nadine’s lips. “I know you've been looking. Why do you think I wore these?”
“Such a tease,” Nadine grumbled. “Come here.”
They walked backwards, tumbling toward the bed, their mouths never disconnecting.
Nadine inhaled every fiber of Zaire. The feel of Zaire’s body over hers, the plushness of all her curves, made Nadine heat with desire.
Their hands simultaneously found the top of their waistbands.
Through a small tuft of hair, Nadine’s fingers found Zaire’s clit, slick and swollen, as she teased it.
Stroking and caressing it as the piercing at the hood flicked across her fingers.
“Fuck…” Zaire mewled, writhing against her fingers. “That’s it, right there.”
Nadine wanted to make her moan like that again and again.
But before she could, she felt Zaire’s fingers do the same to her, stroking her clit.
It was good. So unbearably good. Nadine’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt an orgasm coming.
But the pressure wasn’t coming on strong enough. She felt restricted.
Swiftly, she removed her hand from Zaire’s leggings and pulled down her own slacks and soaked panties.
With her pussy was fully exposed, Zaire pushed Nadine’s legs open wide as she explored with her fingers.
She squeezed her sensitive clit between her fingers, which made Nadine let out a slow hiss.
She didn’t have to look down to know she was drenched and dripping all over the sheets.
“Look at you, Cookie. Dripping all over my fingers. You gonna come for me?”
Nadine looked up at Zaire through wet lashes, tears pooling in her eyes. The sight of Z kneeling between her legs, one hand in her pussy, the other in her own was too much.
“Yesss…fuck yess…” Nadine replied.
“You better,” Zaire demanded. “You and this pretty pussy owe me.”
With that, Zaire pressed the heel of her palm against her clit as two fingers drove into Nadine. Reflexively, she arched her back off the bed and cried out, grabbing the sheets as she braced herself for an orgasm.
“Z…fuck…I’m coming.”
Nadine’s essence shot all over the bed, onto Zaire’s hand. Nadine’s heart raced and her head throbbed as she felt her pussy contract and continue to suck Zaire’s fingers harder into her pussy. What the entire fuck? She’d never come so hard in her life.
Zaire looked down at Nadine, a slight smirk on her gorgeous face. “Oh mami, you made a mess. I gotta clean it up for you.”
Before Nadine could fully regulate her breathing, Zaire replaced her fingers with her hot, wet mouth.
Her full lips sucked in Nadine’s clit, licking and rolling the sensitive nub until Nadine’s legs were shaking.
Zaire pressed her palms against Nadine’s thighs, splaying them open as she sucked her dry.
The barbell in Zaire’s tongue was sending her into orbit.
She was young, so fucking young, but ate pussy like she’d been doing it for ages. She was, in a word, beyond qualified.
“Come for me, Nadine…”
“Shit…I’m… coming….”
Nadine palmed Zaire’s head, feeling her waves as she pressed her deeper into her pussy. She feared she was cutting off the girl’s circulation, but when Zaire looked up, lips covered with her wetness, Nadine could do nothing but smile.
“I need to taste me on your lips.” Nadine grabbed Zaire by her shoulders, pulling her up to her face.
She grabbed her by the throat, licking and sucking her lips until she consumed every drop of her from those beautiful lips.
The moan that left Zaire’s lips only made Nadine kiss her harder, deeper until her lips felt numb and her tongue tired.
Zaire looked at her, eyes hazy. “Now that was a real kiss.”
Nadine smiled. “Were those not real kisses before?”
“Hmm,” Zaire licked Nadine’s full bottom lip. “At the club? No. By the pool? We were getting there.”
“Guess we are.” Nadine smiled as her eyes traveled down the length of Zaire’s body. Her eyes stopped at her crotch where she could she the faint dampness as the imprint of her fat pussy lips swallowed up the seams of her leggings. “But I didn’t get to kiss where I really wanted to. "
“Is that right? Let me give you a sample then.” Zaire reached into her leggings, swirling her fingers in and out of her pussy.
Nadine’s nipples throbbed at the sight of her.
When she pulled out her green polished fingers, they were beyond soaked.
She rubbed her juices all over Nadine’s lips, which she greedily devoured.
Zaire did it repeatedly, clearly pleased with Nadine’s willingness to please.
That was a bit out of character for Nadine.
But these teases were doing nothing but stoking the fire that was burning in her.
She had to get Zaire’s pussy on her face immediately.