Page 13 of Free to Fall

“I already know what you like.” I leaned closer, my breath grazing her ear. “You just don’t wanna admit you like it with me.”

She exhaled slow, a small shiver running through her shoulders. “Why’d you really ask me here?” she asked, still watching the couples.

I turned to face her fully. “Because you’re the only one who ever shuts my mind up.”

She finally looked at me. “That’s not what this is.”

“I know.” I smirked. “Still true though.”

Her glass clinked softly against the counter when she set it down. Her fingers tapped the side, slow and steady. “You didn’t bring me here to watch other people,” she said, voice low.

“No,” I admitted. “I brought you here cause I needed to feel you again.”

That was the thing about Egypt, every moment with her walked a fine line between affection and combustion. She stared at me like she wanted to slap me or straddle me, possibly both.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she murmured, voice tight.

“But you are, you always are.” Our eyes connected, holding on to each other, and then, my pulse kicked up.

“You ready?” she asked finally.

I nodded before turning to Mason and gesturing for him to give us the key. He slid two of them on the table, one for me and one for her. Without another word, she stood and walked off, slow and steady, hips swaying like she knew I was watching. And I was, every single step. Not long after, I finished my drink, then followed her straight into the fire.

Soon as the door clicked shut behind us, the world outside didn’t exist no more. Room 34 wasn’t big, but it was luxurious in that low-lit, sinful kinda way. Red velvet walls. Black silk sheets stretched tight over the four-poster bed. Warm light poured down from a chandelier that flickered like candlelight, bouncing soft gold shadows over the room. One corner held a cabinet full of choices—silk ties, blindfolds, cuffs. Another corner had an armchair that faced the bed just right.

Everything in here was designed to strip you down—physically, emotionally, spiritually. Didn’t matter how strong you walked in. This room had a way of showing you what you really wanted. And all I wanted...was her.

Egypt stood still near the bed, eyes sweeping across the room like she hadn’t been here before, even though this was ours. We’d worn this room out over the last few months. But tonight? It felt different. It felt, hotter, heavier, more dangerous. I stepped past her, slow and deliberate, and sat down in thechair. I didn’t touch her. I didn’t say nothing. I just looked at her and waited.

She turned toward me, brows slightly lifted. That same electric tension buzzed between us like the air itself was trying to pull us together. But I didn’t move. I stayed rooted, elbows on the chair arms, legs spread wide, hands gripping the fabric like it was the only thing keeping me from crossing the room and taking her right then and there. I didn’t want to take, though; not yet. I wanted her to feel every second of how bad I needed her. My chest was tight with it. My skin itched with it.

I watched her exhale, slow and shallow. Watched her slip out of her leather jacket like she was letting go of all her resistance. Piece by piece, she started giving me what I asked for without ever speaking the words. That’s what made Egypt dangerous. She understood silence and she knew how to use it to draw you in.

The music in the room changed—some slow, bass-heavy track that sounded like sex dripping in honey. The kind of beat that matched the way her body started moving. Smooth and seductive, like she wasn’t even dancing for me, but for herself. And maybe she wasn’t. Maybe that’s what turned me on the most. She wasn’t performing. She was releasing. Peeling herself open for me piece by piece. Her body curved into the rhythm like it was an extension of her soul. Suddenly, my breathing got uneven.

She circled the bed, her fingers grazing the posts like she was claiming it. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time. Not shy, not teasing, just pure, unfiltered energy. The kind that made your throat dry and your control start to unravel. Then she stopped. Right at the edge of the bed.

“Get in the bed.” I finally instructed sitting back in my seat, watching her from the shadows of the corner with the chair. She did what she was told, slowly sliding into the 4 poster bed. “Layback.” Slowly, she laid back in the bed, her chest heaving in slow deep movements her chocolate skin glistening under the deep red light. “Spread your legs and play with yo pussy.” I watched as her hands grazed her skin, leaving a trail from her neck down her chest, her stomach to her thighs. She spread her legs wide, feet planted on the bed and rubbed her pussy, using her own juices to lubricate herself.

The first moan that escaped her lips made my dick brick up and I had to fight from going to her. I wanted to keep watching, wanted to see her pleasure herself before I made my presence known within my favorite set of walls.

“Slower.” I groaned reaching inside my sweats and grabbing my dick, pulling it out, and stroking it. As she rubbed and inserted fingers, her moans got louder. My strokes increased. I sat there and watched this beautiful woman play with her pretty pussy and took pleasure in seeing her please herself. Her slick essence seemed to ooze from her and my tongue tingled ready to taste her. Just as her breathing increased, just as her circular motions against her pussy increased, I knew she was about to cum. “I didn’t say you could cum yet.” Her fingers stopped moving and she looked up at me. “I also didn’t tell you to stop.” Her brow lifted again before resuming her pleasure.

I stood up from my seat, slowly pulling my shirt over my head. Her eyes found mine, fingers never stopped moving. I slipped out of my sweats, briefs, then continued to stroke my hard dick while moving towards the cabinet holding the props. I grabbed two pair of red silk ties. When she saw them in my hand she froze.

“What are you doing?”

“You trust me?” she didn’t respond for a second before her head slowly nodded. “Lay back and relax.” I tied her hands to the top of the bed post and moved towards her legs, tying eachone to the foot post, legs spread just like I liked them, the ties keeping them from closing.

“Nasseem…” she groaned, voice laced with desire almost pleading and begging.

I got in the bed and placed a kiss on her lips, our tongues swiping against one another filled with passion, lust, and need. Abruptly, I pulled my lips from hers before licking a trail from her neck, tasting both gumdrop nipples, down her belly then kissed between her thighs until my tongue reached her pleasure spot. With one long swipe of my tongue, Egypt’s legs shook but she didn’t get far. Tonight, there was no moving, no escape.

I feasted on her pussy, her juices dripping on my tongue causing groans to escape my mouth. She tasted like heaven, and I needed my feel of her. I watched as she thrashed unable to contain the flood that I knew was threatening to explode from her dam.

“Nasseem, oh God, please…” she screamed right before her body shook and her essence spilled all over my tongue, juices dripping down my face, moisturizing my beard. As she continued to shake, I licked and sucked, wanting her to continue to beg and plead. I wanted that control from her because I felt like she had way too much control over me, over us, and I wanted that shit back.

When I pulled back from her lower lips, beard dripping wet, I stared up at Egypt. Her eyes were drunk with desire with a mix of exhaustion; that orgasm had taken a lot out of her, but I was just getting started.

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