Page 60 of My Heart Belongs to You

“Damn, it's like this pussy was made just for me.”

Pulling me toward him, Nadir grunted then buried his face into my shoulder.

“Is it true, princesa? Was this pussy made just for me?”

“Yes,” I answered with no hesitation because no one was putting it down like him.

“Mhm,” he grunted.

I was on cloud nine. Warm kisses covered my neck and chest as I bucked against him. Nadir held me close, pressing my chest against his face. He sucked my nipple while looking at me. I melted in his arms as a current ripped through me.

“You deserved that.” He kissed me. I moaned into his mouth, still reeling from my orgasm. “Want more?”

“Yes.”

We switched to missionary; Nadir placed my legs over his shoulders. His stare was intense as he pumped into me. My stomach knotted and my legs shook the longer he went. I reached behind me and held the arm of the sofa. He glided in and out of me. The sounds of my wetness filled the air along with my moans. My thighs were smushed against my chest with Nadir balanced over me, stroking me senselessly. He moved one leg to his waist, bringing his face to mine for a sloppy kiss. Fire zipped through me. My back arched and the tension building in my center released.

“That’s it,” Nadir groaned against my mouth.

I kissed him deeply, messily. His hips moved lazily against me. The slower pace was both enticing and painstaking.

“We have to stop this,” I told him.

“You don’t mean that.” Nadir nipped my chin then moved to my neck.

He was right, but I needed to use my head. There was no way I could continue having casual sex with him. It was too good, too passionate. I was in no position to accept all that came with dick this good.

“I don’t but it needs to be said.”

Nadir’s throaty chuckle made me sigh. “This is equally scary as it is satisfying for me too. But I don’t want to stop.”

I stared at him, wondering what made this scary for him? Was it the possibility of us moving too fast and it all falling apart soon after? I thought about it often. Did he not trust me with his heart? Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that thought.

Nadir kissed me, emphasizing his words. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he drove into me repeatedly. His grunts were primal. I couldn’t catch my breath; my moans were a mix of pleasure and gasps. My fingers held bunches of his dreads as another orgasm shot through me. Nadir pulled out and stroked himself through his release. I watched in amazement as his muscles flexed and his nostrils flared. When his eyes opened, they landed on me.

With a lazy smirk, he said, “I like how we make up.”

“Shut up,” I said, clamping my legs shut.

He stood from the couch, expression serious. “We’re too far gone.”

It was true. Acting as if there wasn’t something deeper than just sex happening between us was silly.

“What happens when one of us wants more?” I vocalized what we were afraid to admit.

He considered my words while heading toward my bathroom. The moment alone gave me a chance to ruminate on what he’d just said. This thing with Nadir was a slippery slope. Clearly, I couldn’t trust myself to be alone with him. My heart and pussy worked in tandem to keep him as close as possible. I knew there was no room in my life for a relationship. Lastly, too much was at stake with my career for me to lose my focus. Making the same mistake twice was a choice.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he said upon his return.

I propped myself up on my elbows. “Nadir, we were just arguing over flowers.”

“I shouldn’t have mentioned them.”

“But you did and now we have to unpack it.”

He shrugged. “Okay. Seeing them bothered me, but I'm over it. Are you over me texting Lex?”

“Just texting?”