Kingsbridge (a Nas Story)

FIFTY

Nasir | November 2016

"How did you celebrate the release of Ether?"

I laughed at the journalist. Not because of the question, but the answer I was about to give this woman. It was just me in the interview this time. No kids. No ex-wife. No brother. No friends. Just me, the journalist and the camera crew.

"I just remember my phone going crazyyyy." I said with my overgrown scalp in the palm of my hands. I shrunk inward for dramatic effect. It made the journalist laugh—something she rarely does.

"I was getting calls left and right. Jung, I talked to him on the way home. I talked to A. Steve called me, we talked for a bit. A.I. called me the next day after his away game." I said as I could recall the many few off the top of my head.

"And what did Gia think? Did you talk to her afterwards?"

I paused for a moment and smiled to myself.

"Yeah. We talked about it over pizza."

Gia | December 2001

"NAS—!"

I moaned out into my soundproofed master bedroom. I placed my palm flat over Nasir's growing scalp. His hair soft and textured against my fingertips. He swirled his tongue over my sensitive clit. Slurping loudly and sucking gently, I could feel the hairs of his chin grazing my most erogenous zone.

He pressed his right hand over my stomach as he stared deeply into my eyes. His lips coated with my pleasure as he continued to feast against my flesh.

"Mhm." He moaned over my clit, sending light vibrations over the hood of it. He came up for air as he licked what leaked from me off of his lips.

"How you still taste so fucking good?" Nasir asked me with his tongue curved upward, the tip of it pressed against his top lip—awaiting an answer from me.

"This shit is unfair." He whined against my inner thigh as he placed supple kisses between them. All I could do was nervously laugh at him. I stroked his jaw with my right hand while making direct eye contact with him.

"Nasir, I—should we do this?" I asked him. He inhaled my scent deeply as his lips never broke away from my skin.

"Do you want to?" Nasir asked for consent to continue. He took my left hand and stared at my engagement ring for a moment. "I mean, it's up to you." He added as he stared at the sourced stone.

He placed my left hand over his scalp as he sunk his face lower, hovering purposefully over my clit. He kissed it softly and slowly without tongue. His eyes never leaving mine.

"You got to speak up, baby girl." He rasped over every fold. This voice and lips sending chills over my skin. "You want me one more time before you marry him?" He lifted his shining set of lips from my own. "Yes or no?" He lifted his brow in question.

Without hesitation, and with the scratch of his scalp from my fingertips—I pushed his head over my clit and said:

"Yes."

Nasir wasted no time pleasing me orally. His lips suctioned around my clit without fail as he slowly inserted his index and middle finger inside of my throbbing core. He curved his fingers upward, already knowing where my spot is. My legs shook as kept going.

I missed him. As much as I tried to fight my feelings and my love, it never went away. Nasir never forgot my body. How I like to be touched. How slow and gentle I like to be eaten. And how hard I like to be fucked after a blunt or two.