Zaire stayed right there, kissing her through every wave, hands stroking her thighs, soothing her even as he kept her open under him.
When she finally collapsed back into the mattress, breathing uneven, he kissed the inside of her knee and looked up. “You good?”
She blinked at him, dazed. “…No.”
He grinned. “Get up.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I want you on top.”
He didn’t wait for her reply. He pulled her gently into his lap, their chests brushing, their faces close enough for her lips to brush his. His hands spread across her hips, thumbs stroking her sides.
“So, what’s it gon’ be?” he whispered. “You gon’ make me beg or you gon’ take what you want?”
She lifted herself just enough to slide her hand between them. When she gripped his dick, his whole body jerked. Hiseyes closed. His jaw tightened. His breath hitched like he was trying to hold something in that didn’t want to be held. “Fuck…” he growled.
She guided him into her. Zaire’s hands gripped her thighs, steadying her.
“Look at me,” he said.
She did.
When she sank down on him fully, both of them gasped at the same time…just a raw, instinctive sound when two people fit each other perfectly.
Zaire’s head fell back for a second before he caught himself. “Aight… aight, I hear you,” he sighed.
Meadow rolled her hips with deep circles that made his grip tighten, his stomach flex, his breath skip. She looked down at him, watching his chest rise heavily under her.
“You talk too much,” she whispered.
He dragged his hands up her waist, pulling her closer. “I’ll shut up then.”
He kissed her again, not as hungry this time, but slow, deep, and warm. The kind of kiss that felt like both of them were sharing the same air.
The music switched toRich Sex by Futureand she fucked him to the beat.
Meadow moved on him, slow but sure, her forehead touching his, both of them finding a rhythm that felt like something bigger than sex.
It was love.
Zaire whispered against her mouth, “You really mine?”
Meadow didn’t answer with words.
She bounced harder, took his dick in deeper, eyes locked with his.
Zaire’s breath broke. “Aight…that’s a ‘yes’.”
His hands slid up her back, one cupping the base of her skull, pulling her into a kiss that tasted like apology and hunger and promise all at once.
Meadow’s thighs shook again. “Zaire…”
“I’m right here,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Ride your dick, baby.” He slapped her ass.
They moved together until the room felt like it was pulsing around them, until Meadow’s breath caught again, until Zaire’s hands were gripping her like he never wanted her to leave. He whispered things against her shoulder -soft things…rough things…honest things.
“You feel too good…”
