Within seconds waves crash behind my eyes. The vibrations start soft, but crescendo in no time as I pulse and twitch against his thick tongue. With my arm draped over my eyes, my knees twitch on both sides of Zaid’s head. He kisses me gently, wiping my juices off on my inner thigh.
“You taste so good, Tori.” He moans and makes his way to standing. “I plan to feast on your body every single night.” He pulls his t-shirt over his head and unzips his jeans. His tip is once again bulging from the waistband of his boxers.
“I could get used to that.” I hoist myself up on my elbows, once again awestruck by the grooves and pockets of muscle lining Zaid’s perfect body. I point to my bedside drawer. Zaid takes the hint and grabs a condom from inside. He pulls his shorts off, puts on the condom, and climbs on top of me.
“I promise I’ll take my time with you,” he groans, nipping and sucking at my breasts. Down below, his thick pre-come sticks to my treasure trail. “But not tonight. I need to fuck you, Tori. Fast and hard.”
I grip him by the back of his hair and pull his head up so he can meet my gaze. “So what are you waiting for?” His nostrils flare, lips curling into a snarl. With his mouth on mine, he rubs himself up and down the length of my soaking wet slit. When he enters me, I cry out in pleasure. My hand slaps his back as he presses further into me, stretching my walls to make way for his massive girth.
It doesn’t take long for our hips to find their rhythm, dancing in tandem. Our chests make sucking noises as they slap together, the air conditioner doing little to cool off our body heat. “I fucking love you,” he says.
Our pace increases and again, he finds my sweet spot. It doesn’t take long before my fingernails drag down his back, a squeal squeaking from my lips. “I’m coming,” he whispers.
“Me too,” I say, barely any strength to mutter the words. My body releases pent up aggression, desire, and relief. When he’s done, he tries to roll off of me, but I pull him close and kiss his forehead.
“That was even better than I expected,” he says.
“I know.” My ragged breath blows strands of his hair.
“You’re an amazing woman, Tori Stephenson, and I’m honored to date you. But, I have some bad news.” I peer down at him, worried at what he might say. “My company has a strict no dating policy. So…”
“Don’t say it,” I say and gently kiss his lips. “Because I quit, anyway.”
“Well,” he says, smiling that crooked smile of his. “How about that?”
“Yeah, my new boyfriend has enough money to help me out until I find my dream job.” I reach down and give his cock a little squeeze. That’s all it takes for him to stiffen up again.
“Hell, you never have to work again.”
“Easy partner,” I say, lifting my hips to meet his, letting him know that I’m ready for round two. “I didn’t come to this city to be anyone’s housewife. You can get my back for now, because one day I’ll be the one bringing home the bacon.”
His lips find mine again, and for the first time since I’ve moved to the city, I know that everything will work out just fine.
Just fine, indeed.
Eight Years Later
Tori
“If you don’t slow down, you will get sick.” Viv’s voice echoes through my blue tooth headphones. I roll my eyes at my best friend. Little does she know that I’ve doubled up on Vitamins since the second The Zarin Group acquired seven new accounts earlier this month.
“I promise you, I’ll be fine.” The car pulls up in front of our West Village townhouse, and I make my way from the backseat. I could’ve walked, but lately I’ve been a bit too tired for that. “You’re still coming in to the city on Saturday?”
“I wouldn’t miss my nephew’s fifth birthday for the world,” she says.
“Good, because I’ve arranged for Zaid to take the kids out on Sunday and we’ll have the whole house to ourselves. Junk food, non-diet soda, and lots of pizzas.”
“Sounds amaze.” I smile, pressing the code into our keypad. My stomach jerks, and I gasp. My hand flies to it, waiting for another sign, but nothing comes. Damn!
“Viv, I’m home. I’ll buzz you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good,” she says, hollering at her own little one who must’ve done something they shouldn’t have—again. “And I mean it, babe. Take it easy.”
“I will,” I lie. There’s no way I could quit working now. No way that I’d want to pause all the excitement happening at our company, a baby on the way or not.
I walk into the smell of marinara. Zaid stands with his back to me, an apron on. The wooden spoon at his lips as he takes a taste.
“Mommy!” Jack screams and rushes from the table over to me. He nearly knocks me down.