Page 90 of Dare You to See Me
Her words blow away on a breeze as she scurries back inside.
“Honey, we don’t need to watch that again,” I tell him. “It’s okay to say no to her, sometimes.”
With a gasp he says, “Never. If she wants to watch Rapunzel for the nine hundred and eighty-seventh time, that’s exactly what we’ll do. Go on. Get inside and I’ll clean up.”
He smacks my butt and pushes me in the direction of the front door without another word. After he’s packed up the boxes, and the hot cocoa has been made, we snuggle on the couch and sing along to every song that we’ve memorized by now. I smile watching him and Dahlia acting out Rapunzel and Flynn, and wonder how I could be so lucky.
A man like him only comes around once in a lifetime.
His hand clamps over my mouth so tightly, I have no choice but to swallow my screams. My legs are weak and I’m ready to tap out. I can’t possibly endure one more orgasm. It’s like he’s trying to fuck me into a coma. And if that’s the case, I’m about there.
Malik stands behind me as I hang off the bed, my toes touching the floor. My body is bent over the edge of the bed and I fist the sheets in my hands. He keeps his hand securely onmy mouth while the other tugs on my hair, using it like a rein as he pumps faster and harder.
I come apart at the seams, my body throwing in the towel at trying to fight it off, and an orgasm rocks through me. White flashes of light spark behind my lids just as Malik slams into me with two deep thrusts before pouring his orgasm into me. The feeling in my arms begins to tingle while my fingers feel numb from the white knuckle grip on the sheets.
When his hand falls limp from my mouth, I fall to the bed and huff in and out. His large, warm body drapes over mine, but his dick still stays firmly planted in me. I loosen my hold on the sheets and manage to swing my arm around to pat his bare ass.
“Baby, I can’t move. I think my spine fell out because my back doesn’t work.” He groans into my neck that’s drenched with sweat.
“That is of your own making, buddy. I just wanted to watch a movie with you. You’re the one who was digging into my back with your schlong.”
“Schlong? Doll face, please don’t call my dick a schlong.” He pushes up and slides his hands down my sides until he reaches my waist.
He helps me to my feet, one hand on my hip and the other on my boob because apparently, it also serves as a handle. He moves his hand around to my belly that he splays his finger over, then crawls them to my still throbbing pussy.He plays between my seam, spreading our mixed release.
“I need a shower,” I tell him, but he only tightens his hold on me.
“No. I love smelling us all over your body. It’s my favorite scent. Wait here.” He leaves me standing at the foot of my bed while he hustles to the bathroom.
When he returns, a warm washcloth smooths over my core, cleaning me with tenderness and attention.
“I still need to use the restroom, honey.” He sighs and I move past him.
Walking away, I look over my shoulder and find him standing there in all of his naked glory. His body is a gift and I always take time to appreciate it. And just like he often does, he watches my every move. His eyes are always tracing my steps, observing my mannerisms, and taking note of my likes and dislikes.
Unlike the feeling I’ve had as of late, his stare makes me feel safe and treasured. It brings me a comfort that I long for and not sure that I ever truly had.
I step back into the room and find him lying in bed, the sheet pulled back just waiting for me to climb in. Tucking myself into his crook, I melt in his arms.
“I love watching you sleep,” he whispers. “The little movements your body makes and the smiles that let me know you dream of happiness.”
Rolling over, I come face to face with him and my eyes find his gray ones in the dark.
“You watch me sleep?” He nods. “Why?”
His fingers comb through my messy strands and he searches my face. “I can’t help it. I’m obsessed with you. I have this need to know where you are and what you’re doing at all times. My desire to soak in every minute, every detail, is overwhelming sometimes. But I guess that’s just part of being in love with someone.”
“Malik,” I push out of his arms, putting some much needed distance between us. “I’m in love with you, but love doesn’t not equal obsession. Obsession is unhealthy and never leads to anything good.”
“Maybe you’ve just never been truly in love orloved. If you had, then you’d understand the feeling, theneedto watch your every step. I want to know what your face looks like when I’m not here to put a smile on it. Is it as big and bright, or am I the lucky guy who gets to be the one to see that radiance?” He reaches for my hand but I pull it away.
“Do you…do you follow me?” An eerie feeling settles in my stomach thinking about his words.
“Let me explain. I don’t do it with nefarious intentions. And it’s more like I just happen tosee you out or-or–”
“Stop.” I hold up my hand to silence him. “Just stop, Malik. You realize that you sound crazy, right now. Sane people do not stalk others.”
He jack-knifes up in bed and flips on the lamp. “Whoa. Wait a minute. I amnotstalking you. I’m just concerned about you. Especially after the whole Wesley thing and the possibility of someone being in your home. I’m only trying to make sure you and Dahlia are safe.”
