Page 73 of Dare You to See Me
I dig my nails into his shoulders and throw my head back when he stops his intrusion. I feel full and heavy and overwhelmingly satisfied.
“Oh my god,” I rasp.
It’s like my voice has been choked from my core. He’s stolen it away.
“Fuck. Soleil…I knew you’d be perfect. Look at the way we fit together.” He takes my face in his hand and urges my eyes open. “Look.”
Slowly my eyes travel from his face, down his rippled torso, and land on the juncture of my legs where we’re bonded. He’s right…we fit together perfectly.
He places his hand on my lower belly, splaying his fingers, and gingerly pulls out before sliding back in. It’s a languid and delicious pace. Every push and pull brings on a new set of sensations.
“Feel this. Feel us,” Malik growls and takes my hand.
He lays my hand over the same spot on my belly where his was, then presses his palm on top. His hips pump, harder and deeper he goes with each thrust and every time he does, I feel a bulge in my belly.
“You’re so deep. Don’t stop.”
He keeps himself propped up on one outstretched arm and takes his other to move under my knee. He opens me wider, forcing my leg up and out. He’s reached a new corner inside of me that has never been touched by another.
“Fuck. There. Right…there,” I beg.
With a thundering groan he picks up his speed. His mouth falls to mine and he kisses me in such a contradiction. He fucks me hard and relentless, but he kisses me tenderly and coveted. I wrap my arms around his neck and my free leg around his waist and find a rhythm to match his.
The friction against my clit brings about a beautiful tingle and I know I’m close.
“Mal-ik. I’ve only ever come on top. Switch.” For as sensitive as my body is, no man has ever made me come when he’s on top or behind or any other position but with me riding.
I can’t explain why, it just is.
“Like fuck. I’m in control, doll face, so just hold on.”
“But Mal–” My body is slammed into and I slide on the bed.
He does it again and I inch my way closer to the edge each time he moves. I mewl when he reaches a new pinnacle with every thrust. My breasts bounce and I grip on to him to tie me down for fear I may fly right off this bed.
“Give it to me Soleil. Let your mind go and come all over my fucking dick.”
“Shhhit.” I’m so close and his words hurl me closer to the edge. “Keep…uh. Keep talking.”
“Mmm. You like hearing me beg for your cum? Let that hungry pussy eat me all up. Come for me. Fucking come for menow.”
His tone is stern and it’s the force I need to reach the mountain top.
“Yes. Yes. I’m coming, oh yes.” He rolls his hips expertly, knowing just what I need to ride out the wave.
My hearing goes, my vision is black, and my blood rushes through my veins. I’m a shell of a woman, floating through an existence I do not recognize. I feel like I’m sucking air through a straw when my body is suddenly flung.
My body is limp when I come to rest on Malik’s lap, straddling him and still connected. He wraps me up tight and I rest my body against his.
“My turn.” His voice is thick with promise.
With both hands on my ass, he helps move and roll me, using my body to fuck him until I can regain consciousness. He sits at the edge of the bed with his feet firmly planted on the floor and me barely hanging on.
“Lock your ankles behind me and don’t let go.” I have only a second to process what he says before he’s standing up.
I do just as he said and lock my ankles, tighten my grip around his neck and hold on tight. He begins pounding into me sending me into a whole new world. The angle is yet another new one that has my body wondering where all of these have been hiding.
He grunts and his thrusts become more shallows instead of the long strokes he’s been hitting me with.
