Page 24 of Bricked Up
Rolling her eyes, Zia blushed despite trying not to. She thought it insane that even Saadiq’s sarcasm turned her on. She was head over heels for this man, and he definitely knew how to use it to his advantage.
Fortunately, their waitress became the distraction she needed just in the nick of time. Once their drinks, appetizers, and dinner orders were taken, they both went to the restrooms to wash their hands. Zia was back in the hot seat, and she knew it, too, because she started toying with her freshly painted yellow and white nails.
Earlier today, Saadiq zelled Zia some money to go to the spa, nail and hair salon, and to grab her something sexy to wear along with some new jewelry. He told her to be ready for dinner with him at eight, and she did as he requested. For the first time in a long time, she not only enjoyed her day off but was also truly looking forward to tonight’s festivities. She was beyond excited to spend some time with Saadiq’s crazy ass. Zia still had her guard up, but she was tired of fighting the love she still had for this man. She was tired of lying to herself about just how much she wanted to be his again.
“I didn’t forget,” She clarified as she began to fidget with her earrings. “My uh, my sexual pleasure just isn’t a priority for me like it used to be.”
“Since when?” Saadiq held her stare intently. Genuine interest and curiosity filled his gaze.
“I don’t even wanna tell you this because your head is big enough, but, honestly, you’re a hard act to follow. Sex hasn’t been as fulfilling since you. It’s been good, but not what I was used to with you. I still get it in, I just don’t get off as much as I’d like because most of the men I’ve been with can’t get me there. For times when I’m so horny I can’t stand it, I just use a vibrator to get the job done.”
Saadiq sat back and rested his arm across the top of the booth, and ran a hand across his beard in contemplation.
“You have nothing to say,” She raised a brow in question after a few minutes of slightly disturbing silence. “I wasn’t expecting that particular response from you.”
A smirk curled the corners of Saadiq's lips. He was about to respond when their waitress, Emily, approached. After she dropped off fresh rolls, water, and took their orders, she returned to the kitchen. Again, silence settled around them. Zia took a sip of her water and was about to change the subject when Saadiq decided to speak.
“It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, I’m processing the shit. You’re saying that no other nigga makes you cum but me,” He chuckled as he ran a hand up and down her arm. “That’s the kinda compliment you let a nigga enjoy. Hell, my dick is fucking jittin’ right now.”
“I knew it,” She laughed just as Emily returned with their drinks. “See, I shouldn’t have told your petty ass shit. And I didn’t say that no other man could, I said that most couldn’t.”
“Same damn difference.”
“Whatever, Saadiq. I knew I should’ve kept that shit to my damn self.”
“Come on now, that would’ve blown up any niggas ego. He chuckled as he brought her lips to his for a kiss. “But how ‘bout I even the playing field?”
Grinning, Zia licked her lips. “I’m listening.”
“Damn, do you gotta smile that hard and shit?” he asked as he ran a finger down her neck.
“Yes, I do. Now get to it, Saadiq,” She urged as she turned her nose up at him and rolled her eyes.
“You ain’t shit, but a’ight, and this ain’t no bullshit either. But I haven’t met a woman who can make me cum like you. I haven’t had any pussy that compares to yours. I mean, pussy out heredon’t come close to that wet shit you blessed wit’. For a while, I did try to replace you wit’ every woman that wanted my dick. But real shit, you and ya pussy is irreplaceable.”
And just like that, her pussy was soaked from his confession. “Oh,” Zia circled a finger around the rim of her glass as a big smile settled on her lips. “That definitely makes my night so much sweeter now.”
“Yeah, I figured it would,” Saadiq glanced at her and smiled. “And it’s gonna get sweeter still. I’ve got a lot planned for you tonight.”
“I’m definitely intrigued,” Zia admitted as his cologne tried to play double Dutch with her coochie. “But being with you has always been sweet enough for me. And I know I said it this morning before my spa appointment, but thank you again. Being pampered was just what I needed.”
“Don’t mention it, my love. You deserve everything you’ve enjoyed today and so much more.”
“Saadiq—”
“God, I miss you, Zia. I miss this. I miss us. I never thought I’d see you again, but I feel like there’s a reason fate spun the block on us,” Saadiq interrupted before she could finish whatever it was that she wanted to say. “The way we’d vibe about any and everything. You’ve always been my person, Zia. Whether we were chilling under a sunset talking about our dreams and shit or I sat you on my dick under the moonlight, nothing felt better than when you were in my arms and I was in yours. You’d smile at me or rub my arm, my dick would get hard. Remember, you thought that once we put some years behind us, that shit would change?”
“Yeah,” Smiling, she nodded. “I never understood how I excited you to that extent. I know I don’t have that same effect on you now, but back then?—”
“Who said you don't still have the same effect on me now, Zia? Did my dick tell you that?”
“No,” Her eyes met his seductive ones. “But with our breakup and all the time that passed after, you couldn’t possibly?—”
With a gentle but firm hold, Saadiq grabbed her chin and turned her to face him. “Everything about you excites me still. Even now, just sitting next to you, inhaling the addictive melon and sweet vanilla amber scent clinging to your skin got my dick so fucking hard. I can’t think ‘bout shit else but laying you on this table, spreading ya legs wide open, burying my tongue in ya pussy and making you cum over and over and over again.”
Zia’s cheeks instantly flushed. She had to temporarily break contact with the intensity of his gaze because the shit was just too powerful to maintain. He was the only man who knew how to turn her on in the blink of an eye, and he was damn good at what he did.
Their dinner arrived just as a soft gasp slipped from between Zia’s lips as she gathered herself as much as she could. Her nipples peaked as Saadiq’s eyes were still on her, reminding her that her body was and would always be his to control. From the most minuscule of ways to the grandest of them, Saadiq owned every inch of her. And as if she needed any more reasons to be utterly caught up in the depths of this man’s being, the sound of his deep, raspy voice had tremors of pleasure racing up and down her spine. While Zia was thankful for the reprieve, it did little to keep her thirst for this man at bay, which prompted her to keep her birth control active back when they were together.
