He closed his eyes instantly like the words hit deep within his bones.
“And baby,” her glassy eyes pierced his heart. “I’m sorry and I trust you.”
Zaire’s mouth brushed Meadow’s again, slow enough to make her toes curl. His weight settled between her legs, warm and solid, but he didn’t rush the penetration. That was the thing about him…he knew restraint, but only when he wanted to. And right now, he wanted every inch of her.
His hand slid up her thigh, gripping just hard enough to make her lustfully. breath stutter. “Open your legs, I’m trying to see this fat pussy,” he murmured, voice roughened by want.
Spreading her legs, she choked when his hand wrapped around her neck and his tongue explored her mouth. “I love you,” she affirmed.
“I know,” he kissed the side of her mouth.
She trembled, responding, “You act like you know everything.”
He leaned down, kissed her neck and her collarbone one slow inch at a time. “I know you,” he whispered into her skin. “I listen…I pay attention…I ain’t like the niggas you had before.”
She ran a hand over his head, “You are so cocky.”
“You love this shit.”
He kissed down her stomach - slow, warm, reverent, his palms spreading her thighs open. Meadow sucked in air. Zaire paused at her inner thigh, lips brushing the softest part of her. Her hips jumped.
He smirked without looking up. “Relax for me.”
“I am relaxed.”
“You’re lyin’.”
He kissed her again, higher this time, closer to where she needed him. Her fingers curled in the sheets. Daniel Caesar hummed around them, that warm voice dipping and rising like the soundtrack to two hearts trying to find each other in the dark.
Zaire lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She swallowed. “When have I ever wanted you to stop?”
He didn’t answer her.
He just lowered his head.
His tongue found her in one slow, heavy drag that made her entire body arch off the bed. A gasp broke from her, sharp and breathless. Zaire held her hips down with his hands, keeping her still as he licked her again with long, patient strokes that made her toes curl and her chest lift with every exhale.
“Zaire…” she whispered, already losing track of her thoughts.
He groaned low against her, the vibration hitting her so deep she almost came. His tongue circled her, teasing, learning her again like he was mapping her body for the first time. Meadow couldn’t stay still - every few seconds her hips tried to rise, but his grip kept her anchored.
“You taste like you missed me,” he moaned against her.
Her fingers clutched his head as tight as she could. “You - you don’t have to…”
“Yes I do,” he said, voice muffled by her thighs.
He sucked her gently, then harder, then slowly again, teasing her into a rhythm that had her legs shaking. She tried to move away from the intensity, but he pulled her closer, mouth locked on her like she was something he prayed over.
“Zaire…” her voice cracked.
He didn’t stop.
Meadow’s back arched, her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as he guided her all the way to the edge. She didn’t even realize she was grinding into his mouth until he groaned, hands tightening on her hips. “That’s it…let me savor this pussy…feed me, Marai.”
She came quick, sharp, shaking from her chest to her toes, a strangled sound escaping her throat that she tried, and failed, to swallow.
