Page 150 of Celestial Combat

Present

Brooklyn, New York City

THE LOFT WAS WARM WITH midday sun, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Zane was in the kitchen, made-up dumplings arranged in neat rows on a wooden board, his hands coated in flour.

I stood barefoot on the wooden floor, pulling the record from its sleeve. I smiled as I placed it on the turntable, lowered the needle, and let the scratch echo. The music – I closed my eyes and let it carry me. I started moving, slow and light, tracing patterns across the floor, up toward Zane in the kitchen.

Zane heard me; I could feel him watching. He didn’t say anything. He just kept working, but I caught the curve of his smile – quiet, fond, amused. I lifted onto my toes, brushing my fingertips against his shoulder, teasing.

He moved to wash his hands, towel drying carefully. I moved closer, hips soft, fingers trailing in the air.

Then, unexpectedly, he pulled me close, his arms around me. My breath caught as his hands rested on the small of my back – strong, secure.

Then he spun me once, twice, and lifted me off the ground, safe and steady in his arms. My heart hammered in my chest and my curls swayed free as he sat me down on the island counter.

Our lips met soft at first, then insistent. My hands slipped under his T-shirt, tracing the hard ridges of muscle and ink. Then, my arms wrapped around his neck just as one of his hands slipped between my legs.

I sighed.“Zane… I’m too sensitive…”

“I know you can for me, mama.”

“Zane…”

“I miss the taste of your pussy. I need it so fucking bad.”

I moaned, turning my head to the side to check the time. He’d already went down on me four times in the morning, and it wasn’t even noon yet.

I tapped his shoulder lightly. “Couch?”

Without hesitation, he lifted me up, carrying me across the floor. I smiled, taking my time to kiss him freely; jaw and cheekbones. And when he dropped me onto my back, I pushed back at his chest until he flipped us; leaning back onto the couch and letting me get on top.

His fingers trailed down to my underwear, but I stopped him.

“I want to be in charge,” I murmured against his lips.

“Kali…”

I laughed softly, knowing he always gave me control when I wanted it, despite loving to hold me down with his weight. And maybe, I loved watching him slowly loose his mind, the more he wanted to take over but couldn’t.

Pulling back, I took off my top, Zane’s eyes immediately taking me in, all hungry like a predator hunting his next meal. He followed my lead, taking his T-shirt off too.

I trailed my finger down his chest, all the way to his boxers’ band. I paused and looked up at him between my lashes, my intentions clear.

He smirked, making quick work of removing the rest of his clothes, before relaxing back into the pillow.

Leaning into one more kiss, I began kissing down his chest, before lowering myself to the floor, between his legs.

Once I had him in front of my face, I looked up as I bit my lips. He smirked, watching me move my hands up and down and rotating on his cock.

I knew how big he was. I felt him between my legs before – maybe not inside me, but pressing against.

My eyes dropped to his hard cock, taking in how much I wanted him inside me, almost like I couldn’t think straight. It was a primal need that made me wet my lips in anticipation.

Before I could overthink the fact that I had no idea what I was doing, I closed my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue and sucking.

Zane lifted his hips, readjusting his position and putting his hands behind his head. But I knew it was because he couldn’t stop himself from touching and grabbing me if his hands were close to me.

Pulling back, I opened my mouth and tilted my head, tongue flat as I licked up and down his length, using my other hand to play with his tip. A masculine groan escaped him, sending a wave of reassurance through me. He was already leaking with pre-cum so I went back and swiped my tongue over his tip.