Page 4 of Overdue Feelings
“So do I. They’ll manage without us.” His hand slid over my curves before giving me a slow tap across my backside. “I’m just making sure we have a good day.” He quickened his pace inside me. “You want to have a good day, baby?”
“Yes!”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered, his voice deep as his hand slid down my spine. “Say it again, baby. Tell me you gon’ have a good day.”
“I’m gonna have a good day.” My gasp turned into a moan as he hit the place that always unraveled me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, but not before I caught a glance of the time on the stove. Students were going to be arriving in thirty minutes. I should’ve pushed him away this morning. The first day of school wasn’t the time to get lost in him. There was so much to do this morning, but I couldn’t resist him. Not when his hands knew every curve of me, not when my body responded to his every move.
Zae was right. I wanted to have a good day, and he always knew exactly what I needed to make it happen. That was our thing. The world around me was unstable. Things were spiraling out of control. My gigi’s memory was slipping away by the day, and the library’s budget at Sweet Pea was being cut, but in his arms, everything slowed down. Just like it always had. I needed that stillness. I neededhim, and in that moment, with my legs still trembling and my forehead pressed up against the kitchen counter, nothing else mattered.
“That’s right, baby,” he growled against my ear, one hand gripping my waist, the other sliding up to wrap around my throat. “Come undone for me. Let it go. Give me all that stress.” He stroked into me slow and deep with every word.
“Zae!” I screamed his name this time as my toes curled into the tiled floor, and my entire body quaked. Zae leaned over until he was close to my ear.
“I want you walking yo’ fine ass into that school still feeling me. I want my name all over that glow.”
“F-fuck! I’m cumming!”
“That’s what I want to hear,” he growled, hips grinding deeper, his rhythm never missing a beat. “Give it to me, C.”
This manalwaysknew exactly what to say to send me over the edge.
“Oooh!”
His hand tightened at my waist as my orgasm crashed through me, leaving me breathless and quivering. I couldn’t speak, and I could barely feel my legs. All I could do was pant and moan as he delivered a few more thrusts before he pulled out of me.
“Shit,” he groaned, as he released his warm semen across my back, his body curling over mine like he didn’t want to let go. “I’m never leaving yo’ good pussy ass. Good morning.”
He held me from behind, one hand sliding over my belly, the other trailing lazy circles on my hip.
“You’re a menace. You know that?”
“Thank you. I try.”
I turned in his arms and kissed him. It was quick, sweet, and perfect.
“I’m serious, Zae. We gotta go.”
“Alright, alright.” He tapped my ass. “Go get showered and dressed, Miss Librarian. I’ll pack your bag.”
“Okay, and take the box of books to my car.” I slithered out of his arms, but not before he kissed me on the forehead. I quickly darted to our bedroom and into our bathroom, undressing along the way. Turning on the shower, I hopped in before it even got warm. I closed my eyes as the water hit my body, letting the quiet settle over my skin.
If someone had told me twelve years ago that Zae Bishop and I would be in a romantic relationship, I would’ve laughed in their face. Back then, he was just my best friend. I never saw him that way when we were kids. It was always Ares who had my heart.
It’d taken years of failed relationships on both our ends, and countless close calls, but Zae and I finally stopped pretending.One kiss turned into a thousand, and now we were Harvest Hills favorite couple.
It still felt new sometimes, waking up tangled in him even though it had been three years since we’d crossed the friendship line and never looked back. I smiled to myself as I rinsed off. Zae was the best of both worlds. My homie lover friend. I tipped my head back and allowed the soap to rain down across my chest and down my still sore from getting good dick this morning thighs.
Turning off the water, I stepped out of the shower. I was sure we only had ten minutes to get out of here. I wrapped a towel around myself as I strutted into the bedroom, determined not to be ridiculously late. A smile escaped my lips as Zae came into view. He was already pulling on his Sweet Pea PE polo. It was half buttoned. His coils were still damp, letting me know he’d showered in the other bathroom. He looked damn good for someone who had me pinned to the kitchen counter fifteen minutes ago.
“Thank God for braids.” I didn’t have time for a twist-out today. That would have been a disaster. I grabbed the black bra and panties he had placed on the bed for me and slid them on before wiggling into my sunflower print midi dress. I shimmied it down my hips and smoothed the fabric over my thighs and around my fupa.
“Damn, you gotta be the finest librarian in the whole damn world,” Zae said, handing me my cardigan as I pinned myRead Banned Booksbutton to the front. “I gotta be the luckiest man in the world.”
“You are, and thank you.” I smirked, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before we walked out of the bedroom. I slipped on my tennis shoes as Zae grabbed the big box of new library donations off the dining room table like it was nothing.
“To the first day.” He smiled as he used his body to hold open the front door for me.
“To the first day.” I stepped into the early morning summer heat and headed toward my car as Zae headed toward his. We always drove separately, because Zae coached boys’ basketball after school, and I had to rush home to check on Gigi. Same house, different rhythms, but it worked.
