Chapter Nineteen.
"I love you so much it hurts." —Qadir N. Bukhara
Bukhara Estate
March 17th, 2018
Mounted amongst his bare lap, Citrus used her dominant hand to slip his length inside of her. Once secured, she began to rotate her hips, vigorously. Deep voiced moans and low whispers of profanity motived her to pick up the pace.With his hands planted on either sides of her waist, as his thumbs found a resting spot along her back dimples. Head tilted back, eyes shut, and bottom lip tucked into her mouth. All the while; Qadir found himself zoning in and out of ecstasy, biting his bottom lip and eying Citrus with admiration.
"Talk to me babyeh." His voice low and husky, sent chills up her spine.
"I love you so much," Citrus moaned. "So much."
"I love you too." Qadir moved his hands down to her plump bottom.
Citrus remained in that position, up until she felt the throbbing of his member within her insides. She then preformed something that had been taught to her by Yair. Swiftly flipping her body around so that her back was facing him and no longer the wall. She did this without removing him from inside of her, causing Qadir to furrow his brows in astonishment.
"Damn girl," He breathed out, sending a smack to her bottom once more. Watching in amusement as it jiggled in front of him. "Fuck you learn dat' from?"
Spending no more than two minutes in this position, prompted Citrus to release and he too follow up, right after. Breathlessly, the two plopped down next to each other. Taking a minute to get their thoughts together.
They were still on the odds, but Citrus was doing all that she could to redirect Nahiem's doubts. Against his very own claims, Citrus felt as though he wasn't losing her, considering she would never leave him. She was just curious, or maybe even self-sabotaging. Hell, she was self-sabotaging. But it was deeper than that, an underlining issue that only Citrus was familiar with. Even still; Qadir would have to be the one to pack up and leave, because never was that in her plans. Her vows might've been somewhat broken, but til death do us part—remained in tact, or at least on her end. Marriage was a very difficult task, something Citrus never imagined to be so rough but no matter what, her faith in them remained in tact. Or at least, that's what she tried her hardest to convince herself.
"We're gonna' be okay Qadir." She picked up his large hand, placing a soft kiss within his palm.
Keep him close, never keep him guessing.
"Okay." He nodded.
"Okay?" Citrus popped her head up. "That's it?"
"I have to see it Citrus," He released a breath."Words can only go but so far."
"I mean there is some things you have to fix too, so don't try to put this all on me." She scoffed, pulling the sheets over her bare body.
"Should we go to counseling?" He ran his hands throughout his growing fro. "I don't know man, I just never expected fo' us to have issues like dis'."
"It's all in your head if you ask me," Citrus kissed his chin. "Not that deep. Think we just need to get back to spending more time with one another. I graduate in less than two months, then I'm all yours." Her hands traced over his jawline.
"I love you so much it hurts," Nahiem exhaled. "Therapy or counseling, whatever it may be just let me know so that we could work towards getting back strong."
"Let's go take a shower," Citrus lifted up from his hold.
"Bubble bath, first." Qadir removed the sheets from his body. "Back been real sore lately."
