Page 112 of Falling Into Gravity

“Aku,” Malik sighed. “You ain’t gotta do all that.”

“I want to…I said I missed you.”

She let her fingers trail the band of his sweatpants. Her eyes never left his face.

“You wanna talk about the future?” she asked, voice low and teasing now. “Or you want me to show you how serious I am?”

“Both,” he rasped, “at the same time.”

She pulled him free slowly, his dick already hard in her hand. He twitched against her palm. His breath hitched.

“I wanna build with you,” she murmured, running her tongue along his tip. “Wanna raise our babies somewhere soft…somewhere they don’t gotta fight to smile.”

“Fuck, Aku…”

“I wanna watch you code and curse, then kiss your stress away.”

He tried to respond, but his head fell back.

She took him in deep—slow, warm, mouth wet and humming around him as he groaned with his hand in her hair, eyes rolling back.

“I wanna marry you,” she said between strokes. “But first…I’mma love you in ways you ain’t never felt.”

Her tongue danced. Her lips wrapped tighter around him.

Malik moaned her name like a prayer and damn near lost himself right there.

And as she kept loving him, slow and full of devotion, Malik realized something?—

The pain hadn’t left his body.

But for the first time…it wasn’t running the show.

Her lips wrapped around the head of him, like she’d missed the taste of peace.

Malik’s hand slid to her cheek, thumb brushing the edge of her jaw like he didn’t know whether to guide her or worship her.

“Damn,” he breathed, voice already shaking. “You gon’ make me tap out before we even get started.”

She pulled back just enough to whisper, “Good. You need to let go.”

Then she sank deeper, slow and steady, letting the weight of him fill her mouth. Her hands caressed his thighs, soft but firm, grounding him as he bucked a little. Still sore…still healing. But she didn’t rush it—she worked him like she knew every nerve,

‘cause she did.

“Relax,” she hummed, eyes locked on his. “I got you, baby.”

That did something to him.

His breath stuttered. Eyes fluttered. Chest rose like her words were air.

“Fuck, Aku…”

She smiled around his length, tongue swirling with intention. Not just to get him off—but to pull the pain out. The shame. The weight. The idea that he wasn’t worthy of softness.

“You safe here,” she whispered when she came up for air. “Ain’t nobody gon’ hurt you in my mouth.”

That made him laugh—low, throat-deep, a little feral.

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