In one slow, perfect swipe, Zyran licks me from my ass to my clit. My head falls back as I moan from the feel of him. I flick my thumbs over my hardened nipples to get more stimulation while he teases my throbbing clit.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says darkly before sticking a gloved finger inside my hot pussy.
I arch my back and cry as his finger grazes my g-spot. The other plays with my asshole while he licks me like I’m a fucking lollipop. His lips are so soft and gentle as he feasts on me—the intense pleasure drives me crazy.
“Zyran,” I breathe when I start to feel my orgasm coming on quickly. He takes the hand that’s playing with my ass away, and the thumping of the couch lets me know he’s jerking himself off so we can come together.
Fuck, this feels so good. I’ve never experienced the kind of sex I’ve been having with Zyran with anyone else. He knows my body so well, knows exactly what I want, and gives it to me every single time.
When he grunts against me, I know he’s about to come. The pressure is building between my legs, and I don’t know if I can wait for him.
“Zyran,” I whimper again, grinding furiously against his tongue to chase that inevitable high.
He pulls away and starts rubbing my clit as he says, “Come, Kiara.”
So, I do—all over his fingers. He stands up so his cum shoots out all over me as he orgasms, too. The living room is filled with nothing but the sounds of our pleasured moans and heavy breathing, the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat filling the air.
When we finally calm down, Zyran scoops me up and sits me on his lap. We sit there in a comfortable silence for so long that neither of us makes a move to get up until the sun starts to come up. Only then do we get off the couch and head upstairs to take a shower.
Well, that’s the intention, but as soon as he pulls off his mask to reveal that beautiful face, I’m powerless to keep my hands off him. He carries me into the shower, where we once again reignite thatcarnaldesire between us.
Nothing and no one else matters but him. I’m excited for what the future holds for us. Even though I never envisioned a moment where I didn’t have Yolanda by my side, I’m still learning to exist in a world where we’re not friends.
I miss her so much, but she’s made it perfectly clear that she wants nothing to do with me. Maybe I should have chosen her over Zyran, but he makes me feel something that no one else has ever been able to—he makes me feelalive, less alone in this world, with my wicked fantasies that no one understands.
Hopefully, we can reconcile our friendship in the future, but for now I’m excited to create a life with Zyran—my soulmate.
THE END
