“I’m right where I want to be…”
“You gon’ make me- baby…”
The lyrics. “Baby let’s go’on have rich sex.”
Zaire was in his zone. Her pussy slammed on him and he made sure he hit every spot she needed him to hit, marking her insides.
Meadow came first - quiet, shaking, her mouth blowing out hot air, hitting his neck as her body tightened around him. Zaire followed right after, pulling her closer, groaning into her shoulder as he spilled into her with a force that made him shiver.
They stayed tangled together long after it was over, melting into each other’s skin, the music looping softly in the background.
Meadow nuzzled into his neck. “You good?”
Zaire smiled, her breath still uneven. “I’m in love with you, Meadow.”
Her heart stumbled. “I love you too.”
Zaire exhaled in relief, like the world was lifted off his shoulders.
He kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, then her lips slow. “Say it again.”
She cupped his face. “I love you.”
His eyes closed, and he rested his forehead against hers.
“Good,” he whispered, “now lay with me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, be careful. I’m a man at the end of the day, don’t take that from me. Let me do what I’m supposed to do for you, Marai.”
She nodded, her eyes already filling with tears.
“Cuh, I’m not trying to make you cry.”
“I know,” she choked.
“If you want the ocean, I’ll bring it to you. If you want the sky, I’ll flip the world, just so you can walk on clouds and bottle up air. Whatever you want, I will get it for you. You want this land, I’ll make sure you get it…and those 40 acres? I’ll give you that tenfold. Just trust me to be a man.”
O-okay,’ she sniveled.
“You gave me your clothes, you gave me your words, you gave me your body… when all I needed all along was your trust.”
“Zaire you can’t talk to me like that when your dick is out.”
“I’m just saying, Meadow…” Zaire angled his head to look into her eyes. He needed her to feel him. “God made man, then He made woman… but when He made the Black woman?”
Zaire shook his head slowly, his thumb dragging across her bottom lip. “He gave the rest of us the whole damn universe and told us, ‘Here…hold this carefully…let me take care of His greatest creation.”
The room was full of light when Meadow finally surfaced from her sleep, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks before she gave up and pulled the covers over her head again.
Her body felt sore everywhere — the good kind.
The kind that came from crying too hard and loving too hard and letting herself be held through both.
She still smelled him on her skin.
His cologne was stubborn.
