Chapter 5

Njabulo kissed the back of her shoulder, his hips still slowly rocking against her. "How do you feel after last night?" he asked quietly.

There was a pause. Then, softly, "I don't know. Good. I think." Her voice sounded unsure.

"You think?"

Zinhle let out a small breath. "It's just... I've been lying here wondering if you're going to feel weird. Or regret anything. About what I did."

Njabulo didn't answer immediately. He just pulled her closer, feeling every part of her body moulded against him.

"You mean Kgosi?" he said.

She nodded against his arm. "It was a lot. What we did. What I did. And... I just keep thinking about the end. About swallowing."

Njabulo's cock gave an involuntary twitch inside her. She felt it.

"I know I don't usually do that," she continued, rushing the words out now. "With you, I mean. I—I hate the taste, you know that. I always have."

Njabulo was quiet, listening. She seemed almost embarrassed.

"There's been, like, what... three times? Four? And even then, it was usually when I'd had too much to drink and I just didn't want to stop." She laughed nervously. "God, I sound awful."

"No, you don't," Njabulo said gently.

Zinhle shifted, her voice lower now, more introspective. "But last night... it just felt different. Not the taste—I still hated that—but everything else. Him standing there, letting me do it. Knowing you were watching. I could feel it in his body, how close he was, and I just... I wanted to give that to him. Even if I hated the way it tasted, I wanted to do it. I don't even fully understand why."

Njabulo didn't speak. He didn't have to. His cock, still hard inside her, pulsed again, and she felt it.