7

Walking through someone else’s house naked is…terrifying. And thrilling. Along with the fact that Malik and I have never been naked together. I've never been technically naked with anyone; I didn't let my ex see much of me in our short dating window with everything done in the back of a dark car.

It’s not hard to find where he wants me to go. The second floor is essentially one giant room behind a set of thick wooden double doors. The lights in the room are dim, but warmth and light shines from the bathroom.

Malik is in the tub. And by tub, I mean a pool of water that’s nearly the size of the bathroom in my apartment. Water drips from his hair like he just dunked underneath. The glimpse I have of his body…

Fuck.

I squeeze my legs together as he takes me in.

“I wasn’t sure if candles would be too much,” he says with a smirk.

The light in the bathroom is warm and buttery and comforting. “Maybe too much for the first time.”

There’s still tomato sauce on my skin. I’m very aware of it as I walk to the tub and slip into it. Malik meets me halfway, arms coming around my body and drawing me down into the delicious, searing heat of the bath.

“Time to get you clean.” The way he says it makes it feel like he’s saying anything but that. But I relax into him as he swipes a washcloth slowly across the skin of my chest. Lower, where I’d stained my legs, and when he abandons the washcloth entirely and slips his hand between my thighs, I gasp.

His mouth brushes my neck where it meets my shoulder, a hot kiss that runs directly down to meet where his fingers are toying. Barely brushing me, just feathery light touches that aren’t nearly enough.

Malik settles us against the back of the tub. “That wasn’t the dinner I’d intended,” he said. “But I can’t argue with the outcome.”

Holy shit. I am naked in a bathtub with Malik Ellis and he’s about to fuck my brains out. I’m not sure that my mind can fully process that fact, and arousal pours through my body like I’ve been shoved under a running fountain of it.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“That this can’t possibly be real.”

Using his legs, Malik spreads mine wide, allowing him to enter me with his fingers and brush my clit with his thumb. “How’s this? Does this feel real to you?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He continues his slow exploration of me while my body tries to get more out of him. My hips rock toward his fingers, and finally, I reach down and cover his hand with mine.

“Stop,” he says.

I do.

“Take your hands and put them behind your back.”

The sound that comes out of me is one that I can’t help, but I still obey. My arms are now trapped between my body and his. Which is why he wants them there. Because like this, with his hand toying with me, I’m at his mercy.

Behind me, his cock is hard and thick. I can almost reach it with my hands, but I don’t dare. Not yet, anyway. “This is your reward,” he says softly. “For earlier.”

His fingers are moving, circling my clit and giving the pressure I need. With him pressing and curling his fingers into me, to that place that feels so impossibly good, it’s like the pleasure is zinging back and forth between those two little bundles of nerves and they’re going to make me explode.

Malik knows. I don’t know how he knows, but he knows exactly how to touch me to get that sharp, erotic sensation to rise and make my breath fall short. I’m not in control of this orgasm. He is. Directing my body with his hand and it happens so fast that I can’t hold it back.

Can’t breathe, can’t do anything. The sound of my voice is loud and echoing in the bathroom along with the splashing because I’m writhing in his arms. I can’t stop it. The orgasm rips through me and leaves me spent, relaxed.

“Very nice.”

My voice is hoarse. “I know that was my reward, but I’m very much hoping that’s not the only thing that you have planned for tonight.”

Malik’s low laugh has my hair standing on end and goosebumps rising on my skin. “Not even close, Erin.”

“Good.”

“Now that you’re clean,” he says, “it’s time for bed.”

It feels effortless when he lifts me from the bath and wraps me in a towel. “Are these towels warm?”

He nods toward a cabinet with a glass door and a light inside. “Warmer.”

“Oh my God, I could get used to that.”

He chuckles before carrying me to the bed and spreading me out. “No,” he says, “that wasn’t the last thing that I have planned. Because I’m not going another day without knowing what your pussy tastes like.”

“Oh—”

His mouth covers me, and it’s instant pleasure. My clit is still sensitive from the first orgasm that he gave me, and if the way his tongue is moving is any indication, it’s definitely not going to be the last one that I have tonight.

“Malik,” I reach for his hair, wanting to pull him closer and pushing him harder. He grasps my wrists before I make it, pinning them to the bed as he devours me with lips and teeth and tongue.

He groans, dragging his tongue up and over my clit and back down, dipping into my entrance. I’ve never been eaten like this—full, unrestrained abandon. Every other guy I’ve been with has acted like it’s a chore and they’re doing me a favor. Malik is acting like I’ve offered him his favorite meal and he’s a starving man. “I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I say. “My body’s not recovered from the last orgasm.”

Malik pulls back and looks at me, eyes dark and lips shining. Glancing down at my pussy and then back up at me, his gaze doesn’t leave mine as he licks my clit. Fuck. The combination of everything about that is so hot that I’m wet all over again.

He smirks. “Bullshit.”

Hands tighten on my wrists, and he shoves my thighs wider with his shoulders. I know without having to ask that Malik is going to stay between my thighs until he gives me another orgasm. No matter how long it takes.

Because it’s what he wants.

I shudder in pleasure again.

Giving in, I let my mind fall all the way down in pleasure, letting go of the idea that there’s anything more to this than my own enjoyment. That freedom hooks inside of me, pulling up a brand-new orgasm from the depths of my core and building it.

Malik seals his mouth over my clit and sucks deep, flicking his tongue up underneath it. He doesn’t stop, and I’m on the edge of golden pleasure. He doesn’t stop, and I completely break apart.

“Oh, fuck.”

Pleasure shatters through me, making me arch off the bed. Malik releases my wrists so he can grab my ass and hold me closer. He plunders me with his mouth, not even bothering to change or slow while I come all over his tongue.

Everything is pleasure and heat and holy shit, I can’t breathe. No one has ever made me come like that. Ever. Ever.

I’m collapsed on the bed, heaving breath, while Malik gently licks me, tasting the aftermath of my orgasm and sending quivering aftershocks through the entirety of my body.

“Shit.”

His low laugh makes me shiver.

Malik climbs up my body, using his mouth to explore me as he goes. He nips my ribs and teases my nipples, runs his tongue along my neck before he finally reaches my lips.

He tastes like me.

This time we’re in his bed, and he’s got condoms. The box is new, so he bought them just for me. I don’t know why that hits me so deep in the gut, but it does.

All I want is to feel him, not frantically pressed up against a window, just the two of us finally reaching the conclusion of what this has been so far: The two of us in a bed.

Condom on, he slides into me, and we both groan in relief. It feels like coming home, which should be impossible but it’s not, and all I want is more of this. How did this happen? Years of fantasies shouldn’t be this good in reality, right? What are the actual chances that this man would be so much better than everything that I imagined?

Slim to none.

He kisses my neck again, smoothly moving his hips and driving himself deeper. Every movement brushes my too-sensitive clit and drags more impossible pleasure from me. “I thought for the first time I’d leave the chains under the bed,” he says against my skin.

Just the thought of that is enough to make me shudder. And I fall into him all over again. It’s too much pleasure to focus. Nothing but instinct and reactions.

Malik’s mouth covers mine, and I’m lost.

Pleasure rises like a tide, drowning me. My voice is captured by his lips, but every movement and moan is leading us to the glorious end. It comes too fast and takes forever. It’s both.

The wave breaks over us together, and I shudder in his arms. Malik’s cock jerks inside me as he groans against my lips, the orgasm collapsing around us like mist until we’re resting with each other, only trying to catch our breath and nothing else.

It takes me a while to find my voice. “Wow.”

He laughs softly, but the smile on his face tells me that he feels exactly the same. “Wow is what I’d say too.”

“If every night is like that, I think I’m getting the better side of the bargain.”