11. Malik #2
“That was just the beginning,” I whispered, planting kisses up and down her body.
I pulled her bra down, taking her nipple into my mouth. She moaned again, louder this time. I wanted every sound she made, moans, gasps, whimpers, all of it. I was collecting them like J.Lo collected engagement rings.
I worked lower, her thighs parting again as I came face to face with her dripping pussy. I inhaled deeply and shook my head.
One lick. Just one long, slow swipe up her folds, and I was done for. She leaned up on her elbows, her eyes heavy with want. My baby was ready. Needy. Mine . I dove in, licking and sucking like I had all night. Because I did.
“Don’t stop,” she cried, hips bucking into my mouth. Her clit was swollen, her voice broken. She was close. I could feel it. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Sametra, I’m not sliding in you until you cum for me again,” I said, mouth still feasting on her pussy. She gave it to me thirty seconds later, shivering and sobbing as I licked through it, warm rain on my face, juices in my beard, flavor on my tongue.
Before I could wipe my mouth, she flipped us. Shoved me on my back and climbed on top like she was on a damn mission.
Those eyes again. That lip bite. My dick got harder, if that was even possible.
She slipped her hands into my briefs, licked her lips, and made her way down. When she freed my dick, she looked at it like it deserved to be behind glass.
“Do something with it, baby.”
I made it jump, teasing. She smirked and looked up at me through those thick lashes like she already knew what kind of problem she was about to cause.
“Mmm,” she hummed, wrapping her hand around the base. “And baby… this is for the car.”
And damn if she didn’t deliver.
She kissed the tip, “Thank you,” she mumbled against my head. She trailed down and licked my balls, slow and deliberate. By the time she took me in deep, deep enough to make my toes curl, I was halfway off the bed.
When she started bobbing and slurping like she was on a mission, my grip in the sheets turned violent. My other hand tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm. Sametra was sucking me like it was her last meal, wet, messy, and focused.
“Shit… yeah, baby, just like that,” I groaned. “Mouth too fuckin good.”
Every pull of her throat sent fire through my spine. I tried to hold it—but between her moans, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit, and that look in her eyes? I was finished.
I nutted hard, stars danced in my vision as she swallowed every drop.
“Damn, girl,” I panted, chest heaving. “Goddamn… you so fucking perfect.”
“You ain’t the only one with skills,” she whispered, wiping her mouth, straddling me again and lifting herself just enough for me to feel how wet she still was.
“You got me so wet. Now do something with it,” she said smirking down at me before sinking down slowly. “Ssss, it’s so big, shit baby.”
I reclined back, as I watched her melt and felt her walls collapse around me. Sametra was giving closet freak and that shit turned me on. I don’t know how it was possible to get harder, but I did.
“Fuck, Sametra,” I hissed, grabbing her ass cheek as she started to ride me. “You feel so fucking good. Ride that shit.”
I slapped her ass, and she damn near exploded again.
She turned around, dick still inside. I groaned at that trick.
I loved a woman that could take control.
She braced herself on my ankles and bounced .
Her ass moved like it had a mind of its own as she road me reverse cowgirl.
She was twerking on the dick. I watched as she went fast and then slow.
I bit my lip, jaw locked, losing every ounce of composure I had, watching my dick appear and disappear.
“Shit, okay then.” I slapped her round ass as it jiggled before I grabbed her hips and slowed her down, rolling into her deep and steady. She gave me the sweetest moan. That moan was a problem. “Gah’damn. That’s it, baby.
“That’s the spot?” I growled.
“Yes...yes, right there…don’t stop!”
I leaned up, adjusted and now had her on all fours without missing a beat. I gripped her hips and pushed her head into the mattress.
“I’m tryna fuck the shit outta you all night.” I said as I drilled into her over and over.
“Maliii, harder.”
I went harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the typically quiet room. That shit was like music to my ears.
“Damn…fuck…you taking all this dick.”
Her legs shook, her moans turned into high-pitched cries. I reached around her and pinched her clit, and she came again, violently . Her red nails dug into her ass cheek as she rode the wave. It was a sight to behold.
I pulled out and ate her pussy some more until she was busting again.
With ease I slipped back in between her walls as her body pulled me in as she released. Hard breathing and sobbing followed after.
That was it.
“Shit…baby,” I groaned, hips jerking as that final wave hit me too. I spilled inside her, held her close, my entire body pulsing with the kind of pleasure that makes your vision blur.
We collapsed, sweaty, trembling, tangled in something that started with an L but it wasn’t lust. I stayed inside her; forehead pressed to her back. I was in no rush to leave not only the softest but what felt like the safest place on earth.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
Slowly, I relaxed and laid us down. Her leg was hooked over mine, fingers intertwined. I felt her heartbeat steady beneath my palm and kissed her knuckles one by one.
Ashe had me fucked up.
I’d do a bid behind this pussy.
I wish I had his number so I could tell him myself. Weak ass nigga couldn’t handle a woman like Sametra. I was on some let’s get married tomorrow type of shit.
Eventually, I eased out of bed and went to turn on the shower. Steam curled from the glass as the water heated, the sharp scent of eucalyptus rising from the bundle I kept hanging there. I liked my shit calm and intentional.
“How you feeling, baby?” I asked, offering her my hand.
“Amazing.” She looked so beautiful with her hair wild, face glowing in that post-sex haze that made my smile. She was everything.
I helped her into the bathroom and guided her down onto the bench while I grabbed a clean loofah and towel.
She looked up at me like I hung the damn stars.
And maybe I did. At least for her. And that’s all I cared about.
But I wasn’t done—not with her moaning my name, not with the way her thighs trembled just from walking. I needed her to know that I wasn’t tapped out. I was still hungry.
I stepped into the shower, water sliding down my chest as I crouched in front of her. Her legs opened instinctively, like her body already knew what was coming.
“I need another taste, baby,” I muttered, lifting her with ease and pressing her back against the tile. “You got another one for me?”
She nodded, already breathless.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders and went straight to work. No hesitation. Just focus. The first lick made her hips jerk. She hissed, tried to pull back like she wasn’t ready, but I held her right where I needed her and kept going.
I spread her open and took my time. The way she needed. The way I wanted.
Her hand slid to the back of my head, fingers digging in like she needed something to hold onto.
“That’s right,” I growled, voice muffled. “Guide me, baby. I’ll go wherever you want me to go.”
She rocked against me, rolling her hips with every lick, and just when I felt her start to come apart, I slid her down onto my dick.
That sound she made was Otherworldly. She could get another car tomorrow if that’s what she wanted. She could have whatever she wanted from me.
I filled her slowly, letting her feel every inch. Her head fell back. Her hands scrambled for my shoulders needing something solid to hold onto. Water pounded on my back, but all I could hear was the sound of her trying not to scream.
“Scream. I’m the only one that can hear you. Let me hear you,” I said as she screamed, not holding back anymore. I gave her another orgasm right there against the wall. Her body shook around me, her mouth opened in a silent cry. I could feel her soul trying to crawl out of her chest.
By the time we finished, we were both spent. I gently washed her off, every curve, every sensitive spot and then grabbed a towel, drying her off.
Back in the bedroom, she had slipped into the white T-shirt I’d worn to dinner.
“I wanna smell you all night,” she whispered, causing me to smile and my heart to pitter-patter in my chest.
“Be careful before I move you and my son in.”
“There you go doing too much.” She giggled as she climbed into bed. I turned off the lights and slid in beside her. She curled into me without hesitation; her cheek pressed to my chest.
“You good?” I kissed her temple.
“Perfect,” she whispered.
I pulled the covers up around her shoulders and kissed her hair again. Still in disbelief that she was here in my arms.
Tonight was a good night.
One I wouldn’t forget.
I stood in my driveway watching Sametra’s taillights disappear, already missing her warmth. Twelve hours weren’t nearly enough. The way she’d looked in my shirt this morning, the soft sounds she’d made last night...
Damn. That woman had my nose wide the fuck open, and I couldn’t even deny it if I wanted to. I knew I loved her the minute I saw her, but having her soft, sweet, sexy ass in my presence, choosing me was something entirely different.
The way she’d trusted me with her body, her heart—after everything she’d been through. Every kiss, every touch felt like a gift.
I touched my lips, still tasting her lip gloss, still feeling the way she’d pressed against me trying to be my second skin. I couldn’t lie, I was trying to be just as close, if not closer.
My phone buzzed, a text from her already.
Baby: Missing you already. Thank you for the most perfect night! As usual.