His fingers are moving, circling my clit and giving the pressure I need. With him pressing and curling his fingers into me, to that place that feels so impossibly good, it’s like the pleasure is zinging back and forth between those two little bundles of nerves and they’re going to make me explode.
Malik knows. I don’t know how he knows, but he knows exactly how to touch me to get that sharp, erotic sensation to rise and make my breath fall short. I’m not in control of this orgasm. He is. Directing my body with his hand and it happens so fast that I can’t hold it back.
Can’t breathe, can’t do anything. The sound of my voice is loud and echoing in the bathroom along with the splashing because I’m writhing in his arms. I can’t stop it. The orgasm rips through me and leaves me spent, relaxed.
“Very nice.”
My voice is hoarse. “I know that was my reward, but I’m very much hoping that’s not the only thing that you have planned for tonight.”
Malik’s low laugh has my hair standing on end and goosebumps rising on my skin. “Not even close, Erin.”
“Good.”
“Now that you’re clean,” he says, “it’s time for bed.”
It feels effortless when he lifts me from the bath and wraps me in a towel. “Are these towels warm?”
He nods toward a cabinet with a glass door and a light inside. “Warmer.”
“Oh my God, I could get used to that.”
He chuckles before carrying me to the bed and spreading me out. “No,” he says, “that wasn’t the last thing that I have planned. Because I’m not going another day without knowing what your pussy tastes like.”
“Oh—”
His mouth covers me, and it’s instant pleasure. My clit is still sensitive from the first orgasm that he gave me, and if the way his tongue is moving is any indication, it’s definitely not going to be the last one that I have tonight.
“Malik,” I reach for his hair, wanting to pull him closer and pushing him harder. He grasps my wrists before I make it, pinning them to the bed as he devours me with lips and teeth and tongue.
He groans, dragging his tongue up and over my clit and back down, dipping into my entrance. I’ve never been eaten like this—full, unrestrained abandon. Every other guy I’ve been with has acted like it’s a chore and they’re doing me a favor. Malik is acting like I’ve offered him his favorite meal and he’s a starving man. “I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I say. “My body’s not recovered from the last orgasm.”
Malik pulls back and looks at me, eyes dark and lips shining. Glancing down at my pussy and then back up at me, his gaze doesn’t leave mine as he licks my clit. Fuck. The combination of everything about that is so hot that I’m wet all over again.
He smirks. “Bullshit.”
Hands tighten on my wrists, and he shoves my thighs wider with his shoulders. I know without having to ask that Malik is going to stay between my thighs until he gives me another orgasm. No matter how long it takes.
Because it’s what he wants.
I shudder in pleasure again.
Giving in, I let my mind fall all the way down in pleasure, letting go of the idea that there’s anything more to this than my own enjoyment. That freedom hooks inside of me, pulling up a brand-new orgasm from the depths of my core and building it.
Malik seals his mouth over my clit and sucks deep, flicking his tongue up underneath it. He doesn’t stop, and I’m on the edge of golden pleasure. He doesn’t stop, and I completely break apart.
“Oh, fuck.”
Pleasure shatters through me, making me arch off the bed. Malik releases my wrists so he can grab my ass and hold me closer. He plunders me with his mouth, not even bothering to change or slow while I come all over his tongue.
Everything is pleasure and heat and holy shit, I can’t breathe. No one has ever made me come like that. Ever. Ever.
I’m collapsed on the bed, heaving breath, while Malik gently licks me, tasting the aftermath of my orgasm and sending quivering aftershocks through the entirety of my body.
“Shit.”
His low laugh makes me shiver.
Malik climbs up my body, using his mouth to explore me as he goes. He nips my ribs and teases my nipples, runs his tongue along my neck before he finally reaches my lips.
He tastes like me.
This time we’re in his bed, and he’s got condoms. The box is new, so he bought them just for me. I don’t know why that hits me so deep in the gut, but it does.
All I want is to feel him, not frantically pressed up against a window, just the two of us finally reaching the conclusion of what this has been so far: The two of us in a bed.
Condom on, he slides into me, and we both groan in relief. It feels like coming home, which should be impossible but it’s not, and all I want is more of this. How did this happen? Years of fantasies shouldn’t be this good in reality, right? What are the actual chances that this man would be so much better than everything that I imagined?
Slim to none.
He kisses my neck again, smoothly moving his hips and driving himself deeper. Every movement brushes my too-sensitive clit and drags more impossible pleasure from me. “I thought for the first time I’d leave the chains under the bed,” he says against my skin.
Just the thought of that is enough to make me shudder. And I fall into him all over again. It’s too much pleasure to focus. Nothing but instinct and reactions.
Malik’s mouth covers mine, and I’m lost.
Pleasure rises like a tide, drowning me. My voice is captured by his lips, but every movement and moan is leading us to the glorious end. It comes too fast and takes forever. It’s both.
The wave breaks over us together, and I shudder in his arms. Malik’s cock jerks inside me as he groans against my lips, the orgasm collapsing around us like mist until we’re resting with each other, only trying to catch our breath and nothing else.
It takes me a while to find my voice. “Wow.”
He laughs softly, but the smile on his face tells me that he feels exactly the same. “Wow is what I’d say too.”
“If every night is like that, I think I’m getting the better side of the bargain.”
“You’re writing my book for me and I get to fuck you? Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m getting the better side.” He gently pulls out and goes back to the bathroom to take care of things, and I move, diving under blankets that feel like a fucking cloud.
While he’s gone, I glance at the nightstand and see a picture of Malik and an older man that looks like a carbon copy of what he might in a few decades.
Malik finds me buried when he comes back, and laughs. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
He slips beneath the comforter and we find each other beneath the blankets. It’s been a long time since I’ve been held skin on skin. “This is the last thing I expected,” I whisper.
“Same,” he says.
“Is that your dad?” I nod my head at the picture.
Malik immediately goes stiff, and his face is cold. Sad. “Yeah. It is.”
Okay, there’s something there, but I’m not going to touch that one right now. So, I lean up and lightly kiss him. “Tomorrow I need to go home to get things. Then I’ll be back and writing words.”