“Nothing. I just need to relieve my bladder.”
“Oh. What time is it?”
Now that I’m up, my bladder makes its presence known, causing me to do a little dance that isn’t ideal as a thirty-year-old woman.
“My bad. Go handle your business.” Zakai smirks, and I spin on my heels and make quick work of reaching the bathroom before closing the door for privacy.
It doesn’t matter that Zakai has been all up and through my thighs. Aunt Emmy would kill me if she found out I peed without showing some decorum. I empty my bladder and take a minute to wash my face of the sleep crusting my eyes before brushing my teeth. I gargle with my mouthwash and exit the bathroom feeling like a pleasant woman. A smirk upturns my lips upon seeing Zakai’s naked form now uncovered in my bed. The third leg that had been poking me not long ago is standing at full attention as his eyes rake over my naked form.
“See something you like?” I ask, and my pussy thumps despite the ache I’m experiencing.
My tongue swipes along my lips the longer I stare at the thick, veiny member that had me riding Zakai like a jockey at the derby. I fight the shiver that eases down my spine along with the tremble in my legs. My mind runs to the gutter as thoughts of Zakai fucking me back to sleep surface.
“From the twinkles in your eyes and the shifting of your body, I think we both see something we like. It’s still early, so Idon’t think either of us has to rush out of bed. Climb back in so I can rub on your booty, Ziya.”
Call me thirsty, and I’ll gladly drink a gallon of water with how fast my feet move toward Zakai to do his bidding. A low chuckle escapes Zakai’s mouth when I jump on top of him, forcing him to his back as his hand wraps around my body.
“Let me find out that your ass is clingy after one night of sex.”
“Hm. Let me find out that you’re complaining.”
“Not complaining. Only making an observation. Now be still. I want to sleep a little longer, and your movements are about to cause a detour.”
I smirk before mentally coaching my body to stop grinding over Zakai’s dick like a sex craved teenager.
“Are you comfortable, or do I need to get off of you?”
“With you in my arms, comfort will always be obtained. Now hush so we can sleep.” Zakai kisses my forehead, and all reservations vanish as a hum leaves my lips.
What I didn’t know is how much comfort I can get from lying on Zakai’s chest, because in a matter of minutes, I’m asleep. What’s dangerous about this experience is that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to sleep on my own again. There’s something life-changing about the syncing of two hearts that I have never had before. I can understand why some babies are labeled as Velcro kids because it’s how I feel.
“I know we sucked that lemon with our shots, but your lips should have gone back to normal by now. What’s wrong with you?” Jandra asks, and my eyes peer across the island where she sits next to Paula.
Zakai and I slept for another two hours before he had to leave to go home and shower so he could pick up Zakiyah. The two of them were going to spend time together, which made me swoon over him even more than I already did. Not even ten minutes after he left, Paula sent a message in our friend chat reminding me about our plans to get together this evening. Part of me was happy about the reminder because of the ache in my chest from Zakai’s departure. The other part of me is reeling over the pain that surges through my lower half every time I move.
“I didn’t know . . .” My words trail off as I contemplate how much I want to reveal to my girls about my status with Zakai.
“Spit it out already. I’ve noticed since we walked in here how slow you’ve been moving. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that you’ve let that man take you on a ride,” Paula says.
“Actually, I took him on a ride.”
“I know that’s right, bestie,” Jandra says, extending her hand across the island so we could slap fives.
A cheesy grin slides into place when my hand bounces up and down with Jandra’s because she never fails to cosign whatever I do, good or bad.
“If that’s the case, why are you looking like you’re constipated with a two-week backup?” Paula asks.
I didn’t want my man to leave, and my pussy keeps weeping because his third leg showed her what it means to be loved properly.
“I’m good. Are we staying in or going out?” I change the subject because revealing why I’m sulking doesn’t seem like the right thing to do.
“Clearly, you have been too out of it to notice that you answered your door in that little slip with bare feet.” Jandra smirks.
My brows hike, and my forehead wrinkles as I look down, only to confirm that I am indeed in one of my silk night dresseswithout shoes. The only thing I did after Zakai left was shower, as my mind had been scattered colliding with an ache in my chest.
“Is it too soon to think I’m in love with that man? I mean, we’ve only had sex one night, but the multiple refills from that occurrence make it feel like our twentieth time.” I bite my lip as my eyes bounce from Jandra to Paula, and all I can do is stare in wait.
“Damn. That man must have some stroke game for you to be thinking about love. The last time a dick had me like that—hm, never mind,” Paula says.
