Thirty
THIRTY
SOLEIL
I shut the door and hear the loud snores of Dahlia. After dinner we inhaled our desserts until we felt like our stomachs were going to implode. Add to that our conversation and she was bouncing off the walls for the next hour.
“Hey Dahlia. We want to talk to you for a minute.” She was gobbling a huge spoonful of cheesecake when I decided to fill her in on our situation.
She nodded then, with a full mouth, asked, “Am I in trouble? Mason fell all by himself. He said I tripped him but I didn’t. I promise.”
I looked at Malik and he shrugged, obviously not aware of the situation.
“No, it’s not about Mason. We’ll talk about that later. Mr. Dare and I want to tell you something. We, uh…” I struggled to push the words out, nervous of how she may react.
Malik reached over and squeezed my hand. “Your mom is my girlfriend and I really hope you’re okay with that.” He came right out and just said it and I winced, waiting for Dahlia’s reaction.
She finished chewing, swallowed, then put her fork down. In a controlled manner which I’ve never seen from her before, she said, “I’m okay with that. But do I have to keep it a secret?”
I smiled and told her, “Just for a little bit. Mr. Dare needs to figure some things out at work.”
“Do I have to call him Mr. Dare? Ooo. Are you guys gonna get married? Can I be in the wedding? And Auntie Kyle!” She went directly past go and straight for the wedding, skipping over the entire boyfriend and girlfriend thing.
My nerves quickly calmed and Malik was all huge smiles and light in his eyes.
“When it’s just the three of us –you, mom and me– you can call me Malik. But at school you still have to call me Mr. Dare. Okay?” She nodded at him.
It wasn’t until the sugar crash that she finally stopped talking. She couldn’t stop calling him Malik, liking the way it sounded like she was being gifted a special power. One moment she was singing and dancing, planning our wedding –good grief– the next she was barely able to hold the toothbrush in her hand. It was a fast hard crash and I was breathing a sigh of relief to finally have some peace and quiet.
“Did she fall asleep walking?” Malik asks when I rejoin him in the living room.
“Practically. I had to help her finish brushing her teeth because she could barely hold the toothbrush.” I sit down and am immediately pulled closer to Malik.
So close I’m practically sitting in his lap. One arm wraps around my waist and the other comes to rest on my cheek. His thumb caresses my skin and the heat begins to radiate through my body. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss me.
My lips part and welcome him in and he takes full advantage. His tongue is strong and he dominates mine.
“Malik. She’s just down the hall,” I whisper.
His hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my head back while he attacks my neck. “She’s worn out. I doubt she’ll come in here. You said it yourself, she’s a deep sleeper.”
I should protest. I should tell him to stop. But this feels so good and I’m wound up like a ten day clock. The sample he gave me last weekend only intensified my hunger. Not to mention my good-bye with King. It could have been so easy to take him up on his offer for a parting gift, but I just couldn’t do that to Malik. My mind said no, but my body was not in agreement.
I pry myself away from him, much to his chagrin, and stand up. I take his hand and tug until he rises and follows me. I flick the lights off as I pass through each room and lead him down the hall. He skids to a stop when we reach my room and I look over my shoulder.
“Are you sure?” Asks the man who was ready to tear my clothes from me in the restaurant.
“I’m positive.” I step into my room and he closes the door behind him.
My hands start to shake, realizing that Gene was the last man I slept with and was for fifteen years. Kyle jokes that I’m dick illiterate but when you’re in a committed relationship, you don’t go looking elsewhere. At least, that’s what it should mean. Obviously my husband wasn’t of the same school of thinking.
“I don’t have much self control left, Soleil. Please know that and tell me now if there are limits I need to stick to.”
“I haven’t had sex in a year and I was with the same man for fifteen years. When I found out Gene was having an affair, I made sure to have myself tested because I didn’t know if my cousin was the only woman he cheated with. I’m on birth control and if you’re good in all of those ways, so am I.”
I stand in the dim light of my bedroom, looking at Malik and waiting for him to say something. I guess I’ve talked enough for the both of us because he stands silent. I came on too desperate and now he’s back pedaling. How can I take it all back?
In a flash, Malik advances on me and kisses me with such ferocity that I’m knocked back onto the bed. Our arms and legs become a tangled web as we run our hands all over each other. We’re a clumsy mess as teeth clash and noses squish. But finesse is the last thing on our minds as we rush to rid ourselves of clothing.
Words are few and far between. We’re so focused on unbuttoning and pulling and kicking clothing off that we don’t have the capacity to have a conversation. When I lie in just my panties and bra and Malik in his boxer briefs, he stands and gazes down at me. His eyes roam up and down from my toe to my ear. He eats up every detail like a blind man seeing for the first time.
The strong warmth of his hands trace my waist to my hips. I’m not a particularly curvy woman. I’m proportionate in that everything is small. My breasts aren’t large, my hips are slim, and my ass is barely a handful. But the way Malik looks at me makes me feel like a supermodel.
“Soleil,” he whispers, raspy and needy. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
He presses his lips just below my belly button then works his way up, showing appreciation to every inch of skin. His hands massage my breasts over my bra and he nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck. I giggle when his breath dances across my sensitive skin.
Slowly he slips one bra strap from my shoulder and then the other, leaving them hanging slack. I breathe faster and shallow and wait for what’s going to happen next.
He flips down the cups of my bra and his mouth latches on to my nipple. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair, pressing him closer to me as if there is any room left between us. His tongue swirls over my nipple as he sucks me in, and I buck my hips.
“Can we do all of the extra stuff next time?” I beg. “I don’t think I can wait one second longer.”
He releases me with a pop and pushes up on his hands to hover just above me. “You can’t wait one second longer for what? For me to fuck you?”
My teeth dig into my lip and I nod. I slide my feet up his legs, the coarse hair scratching them, and nudge him closer.
“Anxious, are we?”
“A little,” I tell him.
My hands move to smooth over his hard chest. I love the short hairs that are trimmed to perfection. It’s manly and rugged and so very sexy.
He reaches around and unclasps my bra to rid me of it entirely, then slips my panties down my legs. I’m a little nervous about being so exposed. It’s one thing to feel someone…down there, but it’s another to actually witness for the first time.
“Let me have just a small taste. Please. And then I’ll fuck you into next week. But I have to run my tongue through those pretty pink lips.”
My brain immediately short circuits. Is he for real? I’ve never had a man talk like that to me. King threw a few steamy lines my way but this…this is next level.
The words are lodged in my throat so instead, I grab his head and bring him closer to where he longs to be. I feel his smile against my sensitive core, then he dives in.
“Aaah,” I cry and quickly reach for my pillow and pull it over my face.
The last thing I need is Dahlia waking up and walking in on us.
Malik is greedy and he licks and sucks me. I hear him hum and it sounds like a kid tasting cake for the first time. And now I’m jealous because I want to know how he feels in my mouth.
“I could do this all night,” he says, out of breath and swiping his mouth with his forearm. “But I know my girl is getting impatient.”
I shiver, loving the way my girl sounds rolling off his tongue. He stands tall and in one swift move, drops his underwear down to his ankles.
“Ho-ly shit.” A drop of drool trickles over my lip.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a penis up close and personal that wasn’t my husband’s. King was on a screen and while he looked plenty girthy, things aren’t always what they seem. Especially with that dim blue light he always had on.
But Malik. Wow.
He’s thick and long and thick and…did I say thick? I’m not a carpenter, but I’m afraid that piece of wood is far too big for my little fixer upper. No amount of pivoting is going to get that thing up my narrow stairs.
“I know what you’re thinking and,” he moves close to me, his lips pressing against the shell of my ear. “It’ll fit baby.”
I inhale, taking with me his scent of musk and desire, and tell myself you can do this. Just open up and relax and he’ll do the rest. Great, just what he wants. A bump on a log.
I feel the tip of his engorged head rub up and down my slit and it’s like the turn of a knob to take a faucet from dripping to gushing. My body opens up and tells my mind to take a backseat because I got this .
His hands cover my breasts and he rolls my nipples with his thumbs. Every receptor in me fires off, turning me into a sensitive trigger. With the way I’m already hanging on the edge, it won’t take long before I’m falling.
My lips start to spread as he inches forward. His eyes are locked on where we become one and mine are locked on his face. His concentration, the way he’s memorizing the moment is written all over it. I hiss when he fills me more and more, the feeling of being stretched like I never have before carrying an ounce of pain.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and throw my head back when he stops his intrusion. I feel full and heavy and overwhelmingly satisfied.
“Oh my god,” I rasp.
It’s like my voice has been choked from my core. He’s stolen it away.
“Fuck. Soleil…I knew you’d be perfect. Look at the way we fit together.” He takes my face in his hand and urges my eyes open. “Look.”
Slowly my eyes travel from his face, down his rippled torso, and land on the juncture of my legs where we’re bonded. He’s right…we fit together perfectly.
He places his hand on my lower belly, splaying his fingers, and gingerly pulls out before sliding back in. It’s a languid and delicious pace. Every push and pull brings on a new set of sensations.
“Feel this. Feel us,” Malik growls and takes my hand.
He lays my hand over the same spot on my belly where his was, then presses his palm on top. His hips pump, harder and deeper he goes with each thrust and every time he does, I feel a bulge in my belly.
“You’re so deep. Don’t stop.”
He keeps himself propped up on one outstretched arm and takes his other to move under my knee. He opens me wider, forcing my leg up and out. He’s reached a new corner inside of me that has never been touched by another.
“Fuck. There. Right…there,” I beg.
With a thundering groan he picks up his speed. His mouth falls to mine and he kisses me in such a contradiction. He fucks me hard and relentless, but he kisses me tenderly and coveted. I wrap my arms around his neck and my free leg around his waist and find a rhythm to match his.
The friction against my clit brings about a beautiful tingle and I know I’m close.
“Mal-ik. I’ve only ever come on top. Switch.” For as sensitive as my body is, no man has ever made me come when he’s on top or behind or any other position but with me riding.
I can’t explain why, it just is.
“Like fuck. I’m in control, doll face, so just hold on.”
“But Mal–” My body is slammed into and I slide on the bed.
He does it again and I inch my way closer to the edge each time he moves. I mewl when he reaches a new pinnacle with every thrust. My breasts bounce and I grip on to him to tie me down for fear I may fly right off this bed.
“Give it to me Soleil. Let your mind go and come all over my fucking dick.”
“Shhhit.” I’m so close and his words hurl me closer to the edge. “Keep…uh. Keep talking.”
“Mmm. You like hearing me beg for your cum? Let that hungry pussy eat me all up. Come for me. Fucking come for me now .”
His tone is stern and it’s the force I need to reach the mountain top.
“Yes. Yes. I’m coming, oh yes.” He rolls his hips expertly, knowing just what I need to ride out the wave.
My hearing goes, my vision is black, and my blood rushes through my veins. I’m a shell of a woman, floating through an existence I do not recognize. I feel like I’m sucking air through a straw when my body is suddenly flung.
My body is limp when I come to rest on Malik’s lap, straddling him and still connected. He wraps me up tight and I rest my body against his.
“My turn.” His voice is thick with promise.
With both hands on my ass, he helps move and roll me, using my body to fuck him until I can regain consciousness. He sits at the edge of the bed with his feet firmly planted on the floor and me barely hanging on.
“Lock your ankles behind me and don’t let go.” I have only a second to process what he says before he’s standing up.
I do just as he said and lock my ankles, tighten my grip around his neck and hold on tight. He begins pounding into me sending me into a whole new world. The angle is yet another new one that has my body wondering where all of these have been hiding.
He grunts and his thrusts become more shallows instead of the long strokes he’s been hitting me with.
“Oh shit. Malik. I’m going to come aga–” Detonate.
A loud cry pours from my mouth and Malik quickly clamps his over mine. He kisses me but it morphs into me silencing him as he groans his pleasure. He bites my lip and the sound of his muffled moan and the way his groin slaps against my pussy fills the room.
Gradually our bodies begin to fall. We crumble to the bed and lay motionless, only our chest heaving for air. My eyes are closed and my mouth is hanging open when he lifts my face off his shoulder and kisses it.
“Are you going to be ready to go again, soon?”
Suddenly I’m wide awake. “What? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He laughs and his dick twitches still inside of me and only slightly flaccid. “I never kid with wanting to fuck you. I can do this all night, doll face, so I hope you have bacon for breakfast.”
He wasn’t kidding and I did have bacon, which we devoured along with the waffles I made. Dahlia was so excited to have had a sleepover at our house, while I was wondering how in the hell I was supposed to function today after the way he consumed me. Physically and mentally because I was a goner just…like…that.