11. Malik
H aving Sametra in my home felt unreal. After months of stolen glances and patio conversations, seeing her barefoot in my kitchen, wine glass in hand, like she was home did something to me.
I was trying to play it cool, but my heart was showing out.
She didn’t even know she was the first woman I’d ever brought here. Not a hotel. Not a quick pull-up.
Here. Where I laid my head!
That meant something.
I watched the way she moved, easy but cautious, like she didn’t wanna touch too much. Like she wasn’t sure if she had permission to settle in. And that made me want to hand her every key I owned, literally and otherwise.
The drive over had been torture. Every time I glanced at her in the passenger seat with her legs crossed, dress riding up just enough to make my dick stir, her scent filling my car, I had to remind myself to focus on the road.
She kept stealing glances at me also, and the tension between us was thick enough to cut.
But now that we were here, alone, I needed to make sure we were on the same page.
“Aye, you here for the right reason, right?” I had to ask, even though I prayed I didn’t offend her.
I needed her to know that I didn’t do anything expecting something in return.
The car was from the heart, period. “I mean, the car, that wasn’t about tonight.
That wasn’t some transaction. It’s yours whether you fuck with me or not. You understand that, right?”
She leaned against the island in my kitchen, and the look in her eyes made all the blood rush to my dick. I stood up a little taller. “Malik, you think I’m here because you bought me a car?”
“Nah, but I just…I don’t know. I want to make sure. This is my first time on some shit like this.”
“It’s mine too, so how about we just figure it out together.”
“I need you to know that gift had nothing to do with what happens between us. I wanted to take care of you because that’s what I do for people I care about. Not because I expected you to...”
“To what? Sleep with you?” Her voice was soft, but there was something in it that made me step closer. She slid off the stool and moved toward me.
“Yeah.”
She was close enough now that I could smell her perfume, see the gold flecks in her brown eyes, feel the heat radiating from her skin.
“Baby, I’m here because I want to be. Because you make me feel things I forgot I could feel.
Because when you touch me, I forget my own name.
” Her hands found my chest, fingers spreading across my shirt.
“The car is beautiful, and thoughtful, and I’m grateful.
But that’s not why I’m standing in your kitchen right now.
Well, not the only reason but I gotta throw this pussy on you a little for the car, you earned that. I’m a big girl.”
A giggle escaped her lips and relief flooded through me so fast it was almost dizzying.
She stood on her toes to kiss my lips softly.
It started as a gentle peck, then slowly transformed into something deeper as our tongues found each other.
I gripped her hips and lifted her onto the granite island behind her.
Her dress rode up, exposing her thick brown thighs, and I stepped between her legs, my hands trailing up smooth skin.
“How much fun you trying to have tonight?” I asked against her lips. She smiled and pulled me closer with her legs.
“A lot. The most fun I’ve ever had.”
I nodded, fighting every urge to lean her back and eat her pussy right here on this island.
But I wanted to take my time with her. By the time she left here, she’d be massaged, moisturized, worshipped, and thoroughly sucked and fucked.
I had all night, but damn, she smelled so good, and her soft skin had my hands itching to lift those thighs and place them on my shoulders.
She’d mentioned it had been a while, so I’d go slow, savor every moment.
But I was tasting her before the night was over with.
“C’mere,” I said, picking her up like she weighed nothing.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, trusting me completely not to drop her.
I held her securely in my arms as she kissed my lips, the warmth from her pussy pressing against me, made my dick throb.
She gasped when I adjusted my grip, one hand cupping the back of her thigh as we moved upstairs.
I set her gently on her feet in my bedroom, watching as she took in my space.
The room was all open with a black, white, and silver rug covering dark hardwood floors, a king-size platform bed with charcoal linens, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city and its beautiful mountains.
The sitting area with leather chairs positioned near a fireplace and a big ass TV that I barely watched was my favorite.
My walk-in closet was visible through the open doors, organized, and everything in its place.
“Your home is beautiful, Mali,” she said, running her fingers along the smooth edge of my dresser.
“That’s a new one. I like it,” I said, unable to hide my smile at the new nickname. “And thank you. Get comfortable. My crib is your crib.”
I disappeared into the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of warming massage oil from the drawer.
I was about to learn this woman. Not just her curves, but the language of her body.
The stutter in her breath when I hit the right spot, the shiver that traveled her spine when I grazed a nerve ending.
I’d been trained to heal, to fix what was broken.
But Sametra wasn’t broken; she was perfect.
And tonight, I was going to show her just how perfect she was to me.
When I stepped back into the room, she was perched at the edge of my bed, her fingers lightly tracing the comforter, her eyes darting up to mine. Nervous, but not scared. Her breathing was shallow, anticipatory, waiting for me to close the distance between us.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
I pulled my shirt over my head slowly, watching her eyes drag over every inch of skin I revealed. Her eyes roamed over my tattoos, chiseled chest, and toned arms.
“What’s that for?” she asked, nodding toward the bottle.
“You’ll see,” I murmured. “But first, get rid of that damn dress.”
She stood, heart-shaped mouth parted just slightly, and let the wrap dress slide off her shoulders. It puddled around her ankles and perfectly manicured toes. My gaze dropped, and my pulse kicked into overdrive.
Black lace. Brown skin. Nipples pebbling under an intricately designed bra. Her thighs were thick and softly touching. Flat stomach with a slight budge. It was sexy, and so were the stretch marks traveling up her thighs.
I couldn’t speak. Didn’t need to.
I reached for her chin, tilting her face up until those damn eyes met mine. “Those eyes are going to get you in trouble,” I murmured. “Lie back for me, baby.”
She watched me, eyes trailing every inch, burning this image into her mind. I felt her attention in my chest. In my dick. In my damn bones.
I poured oil into my hands, the soft click of the cap slicing through the silence. Coconut and vanilla rose in the air, rich and warm, like her. Like this moment. Something I’d never forget.
I rubbed the oil between my palms and placed my hands on her feet.
I kissed her toes first one by one. Then took her big toe in my mouth and locked eyes with her while I sucked gently.
She moaned low in her throat. It surprised her.
I grinned against her skin and moved up to her ankles.
I nibbled on them, causing her to giggle.
I watched her tension melt away with each knead of my thumbs into her calves.
Another sigh floated out of her, softer this time, like she’d let go of whatever was holding her back.
“You good? Still with me?” I asked, heat rising behind my smirk. I took pride in my gifted hands.
She nodded, gaze glassy. “Better than good, this rub down feels amazing.”
I worked upward, spreading her legs just enough to give my hands space. Her skin shimmered from the oil, her thighs twitching as I pressed into them. I let one rest across my shoulder, digging in with slow, controlled pressure.
“This body mine tonight. Relax, baby.”
Her breath hitched when I brushed the crease of her inner thigh, just barely grazing where she was already soaked. She bit her lip, fingers clutching the sheets.
“Malik,” she whispered.
“I got you,” I grumbled, finally letting my hand slide between her thighs. My fingers met heat and wetness that made me groan, forehead dropping to rest against her leg.
“Goddamn, baby. You this wet for me?”
Her answer was a broken moan. I slid two fingers inside, my thumb circling her swollen clit with slight pressure.
She arched beneath me, her body chasing every touch.
The way she opened up for me, soft and greedy at the same time, had me seeing red.
I’d touched a lot of women, but nothing ever felt like this.
Every pulse, every slick stroke against my fingers, was confirmation that this wasn’t just lust. She was ready.
For me. And I was gon’ make sure she never questioned what this body meant to me.
“You feel that?”
“Yes...Yes…Malik…”
“Breathe for me, baby.”
She was trembling now, chest rising in ragged gasps, sweat pooling at her collarbone. I watched her unravel in real time, every flick, press, curl of my fingers building her higher until she snapped.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s what I want,” I murmured, voice low, steady. “Let that shit go. I want all of it, MiMi. Don’t fight it.”
Her thighs clamped around my hand as she came hard, shaking, moaning my name like it was the only word she knew.
“F-fuck, Malik, Malik!”
I leaned over and sucked her lips into mine, our tongues twirled as I tasted what I’d just done to her. Her nails dragging down my back felt so damn good. She bit my lip, and I leaned back, breathless.