by Kenya Wright
But it doesn’t matter. I didn’t know Amber, but I do know Jade. I watched her grow up. Sometimes, I feel like I get her more than my own family.
Jade was perfect for me. I felt like hitting myself for not coming to that realization before.
She’s nervous about this. I’ll show her that it’s the most logical thing she’ll do in her life.
When I finished cleaning the kitchen, I turned to catch Jade leaving the bathroom. A towel covered her head. Another wrapped around her body.
I grunted.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, I left my bathrobe in the bedroom.”
“Did you, now?” I prowled her way.
She giggled and walked into the bedroom. “What are you doing?”
I followed her inside. “I’m done with the kitchen. I’m here to help.”
“Well, unless you feel like moisturizing and detangling my hair, then you can take your self back in the living room.”
“Do your hair?” I nodded. “I’ve got this.”
She parted her lips. “You don’t know—”
“It can’t be that hard.”
“No, but—”
“I’ll get the brush.” I picked it up from the dresser. “What next? You need a blow dryer or something?”
“No. I’m detangling.”
“Let’s do it.”
“No way. I was just joking.” She took the towel off her hair. Tons of itsy-bitsy candy curls fell around her head. “This is a whole day of work.”
“Relax. The doctor is here.” I went over to her and touched those soft thick strands. “I didn’t realize your hair was so curly.”
“My hair is a lot. Curly, frizzy, dry. That’s on a good day. But most of all, it regularly defies gravity.”
I smirked. “What do you need me to do?”
“Help me comb out five pounds of knots.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“You’re serious?”
I raised the comb and brush up like they were daggers. “New York Assassin at your beck and call.”
“Okay.” She grinned. “We can do it in the living room. I’ll put on something.”
“Don’t put on too much.” I left the room.
Ten minutes later, I was on the couch.
She sat on the floor between my legs and handed me a different comb. “You must use this.”
I showed her the one in my hand. “That comb is better than the one I have?”
“Yep. That’s Zora’s comb. Mine is a wide-tooth. We have a different job over here.”
“I understand.” I put the one I had down and picked that up. “And what about this bottle of stuff that you poured into your hair? It smells so good.”
“That’s my lavender leave-in conditioner.”
I inhaled and smiled. “I like this. I’m going to buy you a box of this stuff.”
“Thank you.” She went on to show me how to comb her hair, taking small sections and working them through the comb.
I copied her with my own section.
When I finished, she investigated the strands. “Okay, Kamal. You’re doing a damn good job.”
“I succeed at anything I try.”
She laughed.
I studied the curls I’d combed through. “That’s not funny.”
“It is when you say it that way.”
“I’m confident.”
“Clearly.”
I placed the combed curls on one side.
She grabbed that hair and braided it.
I watched. “Hmmm.”
“What?”
“You did that pretty fast.”
“I’ve been braiding forever.”
I grabbed a new section, combed through it, set the comb down, and attempted to braid the section too, accidentally yanking her head back.
“Ah!”
“Sorry.” I twisted the strands on top of each other. “This is difficult.”
“What are you doing up there?”
“Trying to put together a little braid.”
“Do you know how to do it?”
“No.”
“Oh, wow. You’re just going to make more knots.”
“I succeed at everything.”
Giggling, she lifted her mirror and checked out the disaster that I’d created. “Well. . .”
“You want me to just focus on combing?”
“Yes, please.”
“Fine.” I undid it and let her correct it. “You’re clearly not ready for my innovative braiding skills.”
“I’m not.”
“It’s the future.”
“Clearly.”
I eyed the rest of her wet hair. “After we comb and braid it all, then what?”
“I think I’ll just do some simple buns.”
“Oh, I’m good at buns.”
“Hmmm.” She braided the section I combed.
Jealous, I combed another part and tried to braid it again.
She chuckled.
“Don’t laugh at me. I can get this. The last time I only used two strands, but I saw you cheated by using three.”
“It’s not cheating. You need three to braid it, Kamal.”
“Sure you do.” I twisted each one around for a few minutes and then gave up. “This is impossible.”
She undid my chaos and had a braid there in seconds.
I grumbled and combed another section. “There’s something you’re leaving out.”
She laughed. “Okay, Mr. I Win At Everything.”
“By the end of this week, I’ll have braiding down.”
“After I do these simple buns, I won’t need to mess with it much anymore.”
“No. We’re braiding your hair every day. I must get this promotion from combing to braiding.”
“You’re impossible.”
I squinted as I attempted another braid. After two minutes, I gave up. “There’s a pattern to it.”
“Yes.” She grabbed the new section that I combed through and began.
I watched her. “Princess, stop.”
She froze, holding the hair.
“Go slowly.”
“Kamal, it’s not that serious.”
“Go slow.”
“So, you grab the right section with your right hand and the left section with your left hand.”
“And then the middle?”
“Yes. Let it hang free.”
“Okay.”
“Then, you kind of hold the strands against your palm with your middle, ring, and little fingers, keeping your index fingers and thumbs free.”
“This is insane.”
She chuckled. “Cross the left section over the middle section. And then with the index finger and thumb of your left hand, grab the middle section of hair—”
“No. I give up.”
“It takes practice, but it’s not that big of a deal.”
“I now have more respect for women and their hair than I’ve ever had before. You do this all the time?”
“When I wash it.”
“I salute you.” I parted a new section and combed through it. “And is this how you keep your hair so soft and sweet-smelling?”
“I guess.” She glanced back at me. “Thanks so much. This is really sweet.”
“What am I? A stranger or—”
“Don’t you start, Kamal. I am telling you thank you.”
I chuckled to myself.
We spent a good hour working through her hair and making sure it was all detangled. I loved every minute of it. Our banter filled in the time. She told me about her favorite anime Shaolin Assassins. I talked about how I got the idea of my company and how I believed it would be doing well after this crisis.
When we finished detangling her hair, I had the pleasure of undoing all those braids and then brushing it through. I never thought I would take such pleasure in playing in Jade’s hair. But there I was on a peaceful Sunday afternoon, sitting on the couch, massaging her scalp with lavender-scented oil, and relishing
in the joy of her silky strands.
She raised her hands.
I gently pushed them down. “Let me do the buns.”
She giggled.
“I don’t like how you’re laughing at me. I’ve learned a lot in this hour.”
“Well. . .buns aren’t too difficult.”
“Show me how to do one and I’ll do the other.”
“I was only going to do one.”
“Oh no.” I shook my head. “We’re doing two. One on each side like Princess Leia from Star Wars.”
“Alrighty then, Mr. Crazy.” She slowly did a bun on the left and then gave me a rubber band.
“Hmmm.” I took it and proceeded to execute a bun on the right. At first, it dangled near her ear and didn’t match the other side. I took it out and tried again. That didn’t work either. I took that out.
“Kamal, I can just—”
“Absolutely not.” I perfectly completed this one. “There we go. Check it out.”
She raised the mirror.
I took the small mirror from her. “No. You have to go see my art in the biggest mirror in the apartment.”
“Oh, my bad.” She slowly rose. “I must respect the artist.”
“Exactly.” I took her hand and guided her into the bedroom. “Close your eyes.”
She did as I ordered. “You’re ridiculous.”
I turned her around and placed her in front of the large dresser mirror. “Okay. Open them.”
She grinned. “Perfect.”
“Yes. You are, but what about my bun.”
She blushed. “That’s perfect too.”
I gently turned her around. “But is it worth a kiss?”
She parted her lips. Desire lay within her eyes. “Yes.”
“Hmmm.” I leaned forward, pulled her into my arms, and consumed her mouth. The first time had been amazing. This second time doubled the pleasure. It was everything, yet I still couldn’t be satiated.
I pulled her in some more. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest. That lavender fragrance added to my building desire. Kissing her deeper, I lifted Jade and set her on the dresser. I yearned for more. I needed to savor and taste every inch of her.
A soft moan left her lips.
I left her mouth and kissed my way down her neck. “How could you think I wouldn’t kiss you again?”
She murmured, “I was being logical.”
“Don’t do it anymore.” I licked up the curve of her neck.
She arched her back.
Kissing her again, I lifted her shirt up. My fingers found their way to the swell of her breasts. I pushed up the bottom of her bra with both hands. My body shook with lust.
She must’ve felt it too. She yanked off her shirt completely giving me a lovely view of those full breasts. And then she unsnapped the back of her bra and let it fall.
Groaning, I captured a nipple with my mouth, completely drowning in hunger. The stiff point bounced along my tongue, driving me crazy.
“Oh, Kamal.” She wrapped her arms around my neck as if guiding me to suck more.
I took that command and went to the next nipple, wanting both to get equal love.
“Yes,” I whispered against her now wet nipple. “You’re staying in New York.”
She giggled.
“Oh, that’s funny to you.” I picked her up.
She shrieked.
I had her on the bed next and grabbed her shorts. “That’s funny?”
“Oh.”
I wrenched those shorts down her legs, revealing thin panties. “Oh is not an answer.”
Breathless, she murmured, “Kamal.”
I slipped my fingers along her panties, feeling the wetness on my tips. “Not ready to talk about that yet?”
Desire covered her face.
I gave her a wicked smile, moved my hands from her panties, and unsnapped the top of my jeans. “Maybe this cock will help you make that decision.”
She bit her lip. “Maybe.”
I yanked my cock out. Fat and hard, it throbbed in my hands.
“God. It’s big.” She widened her eyes. “Really. . .big.”
I slipped my hands down the length, knowing I had to take my time. Other lovers had been nervous about my size. One took out a ruler and measured it at nine and a half inches. But I thought it stayed right at nine. I would have been perfectly happy with anything over five. A big cock didn’t make life perfect. If anything, it freaked many out.
Jade’s eyes didn’t hold fear. Anticipation ran in them.
I moved my hands to her panties, lifted the side, and dipped my finger inside her. “I love that you’re so wet.”
She moaned.
I dipped my finger in and out of her wet pussy.
She stirred.
“Yes, Jade.” I flicked my thumb against her puckered clit.
“Oh.”
I took my finger away and tasted. Groaning, I glared at her. “Tell me something.”
“Yes.” She bit her lip.
“When did you start getting wet?”
“When. . .”
My voice went low. “Yes.”
“When you started playing in my hair?”
“You like my hands on your head?”
“Yes.”
“And how about on your pussy?” I toyed with her clit. “Do you like that too?”
Moans served as her only answer.
Soon, I removed those panties. She helped me take off my jeans and boxer briefs. There was no need for any discussion or talk. We had both been teasing each other and holding our desire back. Now, we would only satisfy our urges.
Although I wanted to get on top and ram my cock deep into her, I knew that I would have to be careful with my size. So, I lay on my back and helped her get on top.
With wide eyes, she studied the length for a while. “I had no idea how big you were.”
“And if you knew?”
“I might have fucked you when you walked in on the first day.”
Pre-cum spilled from the mushroomed tip. “Come here, Princess.”
She gazed at the sperm. “We need condoms.”
Full of hunger, I frowned. “Yeah. . .or we could just—”
“Don’t even play, Kamal. We don’t need a coronababy.” She crawled over to the other side of the bed, pulled out a drawer, and took out a condom. “No problem. Zora has some—”
“No. I don’t want to hear Zora’s name at this time.”
Laughing, she brought the condom over and opened it. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
While she took out the condom, I slipped my hands over her breasts. “You need help, princess?”
“No. I’m enjoying myself too much.”
“Hmmm.” I pinched the nipple. “I want you so damn bad right now. I’m not sure if I’ll leave your pussy today.”
“You plan to stay inside it for the rest of the evening?”
“As long as possible.”
“Interesting. I hope you can.” She slipped the condom down my cock, driving me fucking crazy.
“Come on, princess.” I slid my hand from her breasts to her ass. “I’m about to lose it. Give me that pussy.”
“Say please.”
I groaned, “Please.”
She climbed on top of me.
I positioned the mushroomed tip at her warm, wet opening.
She lowered a tiny bit, barely an inch. “Oh.”
“Yes.” I squeezed her ass with both hands but made sure not to push her down on my cock. That would come later. “Come here. Give me a little more of that pussy.”
Placing her hands on my chest, she lowered another inch, moaning with the movement. Her body trembled.
“Fuck yes.” I gritted my teeth, knowing that I had to wait for her body to adjust.
Damn it. Don’t yank her down on. Be patient. Breathe.
My cock stretched her open as she lowered another inch.
“Damn, Kamal.” She dug her nails into my shoulders and closed her eyes.
“No.”
“Get used to it, princess.” I couldn’t help myself. I pushed up a little, piercing her with another inch.
She gripped my shoulders hard. “Oh my God.”
“Just five more inches to go.”
“Jesus Christ.”
I squeezed that ass hard, helping her to go down some more.
She shuddered over me. Those nipples bobbed in front of me. I leaned up and lapped at the point. She lowered more. Unable to contain myself, I pierced her completely.
“Ah!”
“There we go. Fuck yeah.” Slowly, I guided her up and down on my cock. Being gentle as I possibly could, but needing the friction of her wet sex all over my length. “Yes, princess. Just take it.”
“Oh.”
Getting complete control, I bounced her on my cock. Her breasts bobbed. All she could do was take it. Her pussy moistened more, soaking me.
“Oh, this is going to be my pussy.” I growled. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes. Hot passion moved between her lids.
“You’re staying.” I decreased my speed and slowly pushed my cock into her. “Say it.”
“Oh.”
I stuffed her with my cock some more. “Say it, princess.”
“Yes.”
“No.” I lifted her completely off my cock.
She shrieked. “Kamal—”
“Say it.”
Her bottom lip quivered. “Put it back.”
“Tell me that you’re staying.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Tell me that you’re staying.”
She shivered in my hold. “I’m staying.”
“In New York.”
“Umm. . .”
I placed the tip near her entrance.
Cheating, she lowered, and I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to.
A growl escaped me.
She lowered and moved with my rhythm. I had no idea who had control. We moved together—slipping and sliding. She bounced at a perfect tempo. The bed rocked under us.
“Oh, Kamal. . .I’m coming.”
And then I lost myself right there.
She shook over me.
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to not explode yet. I had to make sure she finished the orgasm.
“Oh. Oh.” She bounced some more. Her ass jiggling in my hands with the sharp movements. “Oh, yes. Fuck.”
I groaned, witnessing the most captivating moment of my life.