Zaire pulled back just enough to breathe. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “Give me something good…just one thing.”
His forehead rested against hers, giving her time to change her mind. Zaire wanted to give her more than one thing. He wanted to bring her body to such a peak, she’d feel like she was flying, drifting to wherever her favorite place was.
He exhaled, giving in, giving up, giving himself to her. Lifting her again, Zaire carried her to the bed and laid her down with a gentle thud.
In the push up position, he licked her gaped lips. “You are the finest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Zaire,” she blushed.
Sexily, he kissed her nose. “I’m for real, baby. I ain’t never wanted to lick a pussy so bad… it gotta be because you fine ass hell.”
“Tell me more,” she sucked her lips into her mouth.
His smile felt dangerous. “You don’t even know what you do to me.” His finger found her slick clit.
“Ooo.” She squirmed.
Brushing his nose against her nose, his accent pulling her to the ocean. “Nah, you know, you just like making me say it.”
“Say it,” Meadow challenged, her legs shaking from his fingers exploring her.
His hand traced up her thigh, chasing that summer heat that laid there. “I think about you more than I should. At the worst times, too. Your fine ass pop in my head and my whole mood changes.”
“Sounds like a good thing.”
“It’s a perfect thing.” He lowered, his mouth on her neck, her shoulder, her chest. “Take that fuckin’ bra off, Meadow.”
Zaire gave her just enough room to lift up.
“Oh-okay” she garbled, trying her hardest to unclasp her bra from the back. She’d never struggled with it before, but Zaire had her so outside of herself that she felt dizzy. His energy had her higher than the weed from earlier.
Zaire pulled his phone from his pocket. For where he was about to take Meadow, he needed something to help keep her moans contained. He clicked through his playlists and pressed play on Juicy by Coach Joey.
“So L.A.,” she snickered.
His eyes, lust-filled and dark, made her shiver. “The only way I know to be.”
I got a thing for them thighs, I like to lick on ’em.
His mouth trailed slow heat along her neck again, his tongue barely tasting her skin before he breathed against the spot he kissed, making her whole body tremble. “Remember you begged for this.”
Finally, her breasts were free and they bounced - perky, full, juicy as hell. Zaire grabbed one, tweaking her pebbled nipple while his tongue swiped over the other. Meadow’s areolas were dark like extra-large chocolate chips.
“Ooo,” Meadow whined. “That feels so good.”
He pinched her titty with his teeth, making her hiss with pleasure. He sucked it a little more before doing the same to the other one. Next, he kissed, bit, and licked his way down her body, showing extra love to that small little roll at the bottom of her stomach.
“Zaire,” Meadow sucked in air when his tongue swiped the skin between the crease of her thigh and her bare pussy.
“You can’t tell me how to eat, baby. Let me do my shit.”
He wasted no more time. Zaire licked her pussy so good her back arched from the bed and she cried out. He smirked, knowing she hadn’t even experienced all of him and she was already crying. Once he had his fill of her, he stood to his full height, face drenched in her juices.
Meadow’s chest heaved up and down but her eyes were on him, so desperate to see whatever sat between his legs. “Hurry up, Zaire…don’t tease me.”
“Chill, baby…you want dick and I’m gonna give it to you. I just need to look at you like this a little longer.”
