Twenty-Seven
TWENTY-SEVEN
MALIK
I watch the clock on my computer screen turn twelve-o-two and exit out of my server.
After Soleil went to bed –with a smile on her face I might add– I came into my office to reply to a few messages that had been waiting since this afternoon. I barely had it in me to respond to the ladies with her in the next room. It felt like I was cheating even though I know it’s a silly thought.
Is it? At some point, I’m going to have to stop replying to these women and eventually shut off my server. I don’t think Soleil will like the things I say and do with other women. She was cheated on by her husband and I don’t want her feeling betrayed a second time.
I flick off the lights and step quietly out of the room, making sure to lock the door behind me. All the lights in the house are off except for the sconces up the stairs that are set to dim just enough light should someone need to walk down to the first floor.
On tiptoes, I sneak into the bedroom where Dahlia sleeps, taking the utmost care to not make a sound. I hold my breath as I move through the room until I reach the Jack and Jill bathroom that connects to the room where Soleil sleeps. My movements become very measured and precise as I carefully pad across the tiled floor. Slowly I step into the room and stare at my beauty as she lies in bed. The curtains are open, letting moonlight in, and she looks like an angel sleeping on a cloud
As stealthily as I can, I sink to my knees and crawl over to her. I rise up on my knees, nearly nose to nose with her, and trace the lines of her face with my eyes. Every feature is petite and beautiful. She’s like a precious doll.
I take a lock of her hair between two fingers and rub the silky strands. Bringing it to my nose, I inhale the crisp air of outdoors, a hint of smoke from our s’more making, and a lingering floral scent from her shampoo. I gave her a t-shirt to put on instead of the more constricting one she was wearing, and now my essence combines with hers.
I close my eyes, imagining her walking around my house in the oversized shirt as I make her breakfast. I can practically feel her hands wrap around me and play with the short hairs on my chest.
I long to kiss her lips, to climb in bed next to her and fuck her until her eyes roll back. My nose traces every curve, every dip, from her nose to the swell of her breasts. I open my mouth, ghosting over her breasts, and exhale hot, wonton air. With extreme caution, I lift the sheet just enough for me to slide my face under it. I move close to the juncture of her thighs and breathe in the smell of her pussy, still laced with her orgasm. God , I want to stick her panties in my mouth and suck them clean.
I crawl out from beneath the sheet, gently placing it back where it was, and begin to get on all fours when I hear a gasp of air. I freeze and turn my eyes to look at Soleil. She’s on her back facing up and I see her eyes blinking. Hurriedly but quietly, I slide under the bed and tuck myself against the wall as far back as I can.
I look out and see her feet touch the plush carpet. My hands are shaking and my heart is racing, hoping and praying she doesn’t see me. I watch her pad over to the bathroom but pause when she reaches the open door. It’s like she’s trying to remember where she is. After gathering her wits, she steps into the toilet closet and shuts the door behind her.
I scurry out from underneath the bed and on my tiptoes, race to the door. I slip through with painstaking precision and close the door, making almost no sound. I don’t slow down until I’m down the hall and walking into my bedroom. Once I’m closed in, I press my back against the cold wood and breathe.
My entire body feels like it was put into a blender, shaking and discombobulated. But it’s a rush of adrenaline that can’t be matched. Not even riding my bike. Soleil is the high I’ve always wanted and the one my soul needs.