Page 72 of Dare You to See Me
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 tofeelsomeone…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 waymy girlsounds 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 myselfyou 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 becauseI 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.
