Chapter 31
Thirty-One
MALAKI
I’ve never been so passionate about something.
Not even hockey.
The thought of giving up my last breath to taste her was right there on the tip of my tongue, but then she gave me the go-ahead, and I fear I’ll never be the same after.
Reese’s breathy whimper echoes around the bathroom, and I push her legs farther apart for better access.
She tastes so good I want to spend my entire night with my face buried between her thighs. I flick my tongue against her clit, and her hips move closer. I let up on her for a split second to say, “Show me that you’re just as needy as I am.”
Our eyes lock and fucking hell.
Dazed and lust-driven, she peers at me. I lick her taste off my lips, and pleasure explodes in my blood. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
I drop back in between her legs.
Her hips jerk, and I smile against her pussy. She likes the compliment.
She moves up and down, faster and faster, and I can’t get enough.
I graze my teeth against her clit and groan when she grows wetter.
“I can’t get enough.” I die a slow death watching my finger disappear inside her. I use my fingers and mouth to bring us both to insanity.
She moans, and I know she’s close. I push another finger inside of her, watch in awe at the way she takes them, and then move back to sucking on her clit.
“Oh my god…” Her sentence trails, her cunt tightening around my fingers.
I quickly look at her from below and feel like the luckiest man in the entire world.
Her mouth falls open, and a breathy whimper floats into the bathroom.
She is beyond beautiful, especially like this.
“There you go,” I coax.
She coats my tongue, and my cock is aching to be inside of her.
“So perfect.” I can’t stop touching her. “Every single inch of you.”
Her bottom lip is tucked in between her teeth, and she looks away.
I’m beginning to know her so well that I can read her mind. If she ends this night thinking that I’m lying about her being perfect, then I’ve failed.
I remove my fingers from her pulsing pussy and drag my wet fingertips down the inside of her thigh. “Are you trying to argue with me?” I ask.
She says nothing, and I’m quickly reminded of the man who had her before. I’ve never wanted to prove something to someone so badly before, but with Reese, I’m having all kinds of firsts.
I don’t like the thought of his voice inside her head, telling her things that aren’t even remotely true.
Nah, fuck that.
I stand with purpose and grab her by the hips, sliding her to the very edge of the counter. It forces her to gaze up at me, and it almost brings me to my knees. She’s so damn pretty, especially with a fresh glow on her face.
“I can’t let this night end without you understanding what you do to me, Dimples.”
Reese’s eyelashes flutter as I reach behind to unzip her dress. I watch as her back becomes exposed in the mirror and force a tight breath from my lungs. Her dress loosens, and I get a quick glimpse of her soft, full breasts.
She pulls on my strings by just existing.
“There’s a reason why Benedict keeps coming back.” My teeth graze her earlobe before I tug on it. “It’s because you’re the whole package.”
Her wistful breath is music to my ears.
Blood pumps through my veins, my fingers itching to touch her elsewhere.
This wasn’t how I thought the night was going to end.
I told myself to be a decent man and leave her be, but being so close to her all the time is a tease. I know right from wrong, but is it really wrong to indulge in something if it feels this right?
“His insults are a deflection,” I say.
With one arm, I pick her up and pull on her dress until it falls to my feet in a heaping pile. “He thinks he can get into your head and make you believe that no one else will want you so you’ll end up back with him.”
I want to shove every insult he’s ever said to Reese down his throat.
The nerve he has to treat a woman like that—especially her, the mother of his child.
He deserves every bit of jealousy he feels knowing she’s in my bed each night.
Fake engagement or not, it’s my hands that are on her body. Not his.
Instead of placing her back onto the vanity, I wrap her legs around me and walk us over to the wall near the shower. I press her against it, and she arches her back, pressing those soft, full breasts against my chest.
My thighs ache, and I kiss her without thought.
It’s a deep kiss, one of carnal need. Her sweet whimper echoes inside my mouth as I plunge my tongue inside, desperate for more.
I break our kiss just long enough to say, “I want him out of your head.” There’s an edge in my tone, and for once, I hope she detects it.
She wets her lip. “Me too.”
My fingers dig into the soft skin of her ass.
“Let me erase him.”
It’s not really posed as a question, but I wait anyway.
When she answers with a nod, I’m unstoppable.
I hold her steady with one hand and drop my pants. My dick is rock solid. Reese looks down, her eyes widening for a second, and then peers back at me.
“It’s unfathomable that you think you’re anything less than perfect.” I grip myself and squeeze.
Reese exhales, her breasts pressing against me again. She reaches in between us to grip me, and I lose my grasp on reality.
I press her back against the wall and let my head tip backward. She strokes me a couple of times, my dick straining in her small palm, and then she guides me in between her legs.
Heaven.
I press into her, slow and steady.
She’s tight, and hot pleasure shoots through my veins.
I grip her ass to slow my thrust so I don't hurt her.
“I’m on birth control,” she blurts.
I don’t think I care at this point if she’s on birth control or not. There isn’t much that could get me to stop this now that we’re in it.
I keep her steady against the wall as I continue to push into her. I wait so she can get used to me. My entire body is rigid, even my voice. “When was the last time you had sex?”
She glances away, but I refuse to let her look anywhere but at me, so I follow her gaze as she looks in the mirror. She immediately finds me.
“The night I got pregnant.”
Wait, what? Why does that make me excited?
“Can you tell?” she asks shyly.
I force a tight swallow down my throat. “You’re tight,” I admit.
“Sorry–”
My eyebrows cave instantly, and her mouth shuts. “You’re sorry?” I shake my head. “You have no fucking idea how good you feel, Reese.”
I pull out of her slowly, my heart beating a million miles a minute. She’s so wet I swear her pussy is made of silk.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pushing into her again.
I fuck her slow. I plan to take my time.
Sweet little whimpers begin to drift from her lips as I move. They do nothing but push me over the edge. I kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth like I need to learn everything there is about it, before moving to her breasts.
The smooth skin calls for my attention. I blow a hot breath against her nipples, and when they harden, I smirk.
“Your body is so responsive to my touch,” I say, glancing up at her.
Her warm cheeks and dazed eyes send me to a new high.
If this is only a one-night thing, then so be it.
I’ll keep this image of her for the rest of my life.
“Look.” With my thumb, I grip the delicate side of her jaw and force her to look in the mirror at herself. “Look at how breathtaking you are.”
Her hot noises have my fingers digging into her soft skin.
I clench my teeth. “If I hurt you, tell me.”
I reach in between us and rub against her clit as I thrust my hips forward. No fiancée of mine is going to get anything less than multiple orgasms in a night.
“Malaki.” My name on her lips is a mindfuck.
I want her to say it again and again.
Reese’s hair has slipped out of her bun, tumbling down her back. I grab a hold of the strands and give them a gentle tug so I can press my mouth to her neck.
My heart stops for a second as she tightens around my dick.
Fuck me.
I suck on her skin to keep myself focused so I don’t come before she does, but all it does is send her into a frenzy.
I pull back and stare at her in the mirror. She moves against my dick fast and hard with her mouth open and head tipped backward from the pleasure. Her pussy pulses around me from another orgasm, and I struggle to breathe.
Jesus. She’s the hottest thing I have ever seen.
A guttural noise leaves me, and I quickly shoot my cum into her, not giving a fuck that I’m more of a pull-out-just-in-case type of guy.
I can’t.
I can’t break away from her.
It’s too much.
I get the nerve to meet her eye, and my breath catches.
Her cheeks are as rosy as the flush working itself up my chest. I stare at her swollen, glossy lips and pray to God that this isn’t a one-time thing.
Don’t deprive me of a little slice of Heaven on Earth, please.
“You okay?” I ask, holding her tightly in my grip.
She places her hands on my shoulders before nodding. She looks exhausted…or sated. Maybe both.
Without letting go of her, I open the shower door and turn the water on. I wait until it’s warm enough to create steam and walk us under the stream. I pull out of her, and she winces as I place her feet on the ground.
“You’re sore,” I say.
She lifts one shoulder, a small smile playing against her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize, spinning her around to rest against me. Water rains on us from above, and she tips her head back to wet her hair.
I run my fingers through the long strands, and she sighs. Neither of us speak while I help her wash her body. I’m careful not to linger too much on her breasts or in between her legs, because it’ll lead to places that will make her even more sore.
Eventually, I turn the water off and wrap her in a towel before wrapping one around myself. I stay in the bathroom and watch her get ready for bed.
I feel like a creep, watching her every move with fascination, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
We make eye contact on more than one occasion, and each time, a cute blush spreads over her cheeks.
I’m obsessed with it.
Almost as obsessed with watching her eyes flutter closed as soon as she climbs into the bed.
The last thing I think about before falling asleep myself is how on earth can I get this girl to be my real fiancée, instead of my fake one?