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“I want you,” Birgitta whispered.
That was all the encouragement Malik needed. He stood up from the bed, his eyes locked onto Birgitta as he moved. His hands moved from her back to her neck, allowing his fingers to twist into her hair.
Birgitta felt his skin on hers. Her eyes rolled back into her head, involuntarily. The way his fingertips felt as they caressed her . . . it was too much. Her lips parted to allow a soft moan out.
Malik kissed her then, stifling the moan. His lips were soft and gentle, but his arms were forceful. He latched his elbows around her back and pulled her body close to his, almost crushing her. Birgitta didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that he was kissing her. Her arms found their way to his waist, feeling his soft skin against hers.
Birgitta could feel his cock pressed against her pelvis. It was growing larger with every moment that passed. The blood rushing through his body all seemed to be going there, making his cock more than double in size. She could feel the length of it against her body, reaching all the way down to the top of her thigh.
She imagined putting it inside her, the way it would feel as it filled her up. Tingles broke out across her stomach, emanating from the spot where his cock was touching her. Birgitta wanted to reach down and touch it, she wanted to hold his girth in her hand and rub it gently, but she knew she wasn’t ready. It was too soon, all of it was too quick.
Malik broke off the kiss and leaned his head back to look into her eyes. Birgitta’s chest instantly started heaving. She could see a sparkle in his eyes, a sparkle that meant that he wanted to fuck and he wanted itnow.
Birgitta shook her head and backed away from him. His fingers were caught in her hair, tangled and trapped. She didn’t care. She yanked herself away, hearing strands of her delicate hair rip and break.
“What is it?” Malik asked.
Birgitta could see him in all his glory then. His dark cock stood fully erect, touching his belly button. The dark, black hairs stretched all the way up the middle of his stomach to meet the hairs on his chest and join them.
“Not now,” Birgitta said.
Her hand moved up to cover her mouth. She played with her top lip, squeezing it between her fingers as she rolled the skin around.
“Not now?” He asked. “Why not?”
Birgitta gulped. “I’m not ready.”
She knew that wasn’t it, though. There was definite guilt building up inside her, telling her that what she was doing was wrong. Deep down, she knew that it was the years of social conditioning that was eating her away. She, herself, didn’t feel bad about what she was doing—she was finally happy in what felt like the first time in years. The problem was with society, and how they expected everyone to behave and live the same.
“Not yet,” she said.
Heavy breaths steamed out of her nose, but she paid them no mind. She looked up to Malik, trying to calm herself.
“I don’t want to tease you,” she said, trying not to glance down at his huge cock between his legs. “I want you, I do. I wantallof you. But not yet.”
“When?” Malik asked, a hint of aggression in his voice.
Birgitta didn’t know how to answer that. The only thing she could manage to say was, “Soon.”
Chapter ten
Hot and sticky
Nomatterhowmanytimes Birgitta tried to dodge Malik, he always found another way to corner her. More than half a dozen times, he’d managed to catch her in the kitchen. It didn’t take him long to figure out he could trap her in the corner of the counters, slamming his pelvis into hers as he stared down into her eyes.
Birgitta couldn’t resist him. Malik used this to his advantage. Birgitta didn’t see the harm in it until Kent almost caught them.
Somehow, her hand had drifted down to the front of his pants, grabbing his crotch. She hadn’t told her hand to go down there and yet, there it was. When she’d heard Kent’s car in the driveway, she shoved Malik away from her.
There’d been too many close calls lately. She couldn’t stand it. Every time Malik came into the room while she was alone, she stopped whatever she was doing and darted away. She hated feeling this way in her own home, her frustration was building slowly. Usually, when she was this anxious, she’d go into her box of toys and spend an afternoon in bed, playing with herself until she couldn’t move.
There was no way she would be doing that today, though. Kent was at work, leaving her and Malik home alone. For most of the day, she’d trapped herself in the bedroom, refusing to come out. Even though she’d needed to use the bathroom for hours, she didn’t want to leave. She knew the second she stepped out of the bedroom, Malik would be on her.
This was the first time they’d been left alone. Kent had taken a few days off work to help get Malik settled, but now, he was back at the office. Malik had been in and out of the house, spending hours here and there at the mechanic shop. Birgitta thought the situation would be fine since their schedules hadn’t lined up . . . until today.
Birgitta couldn’t wait anymore. Her bladder was aching and her legs wouldn’t stop jittering. Birgitta forced herself to get out of her comfortable, warm bed sheets and crossed the room as silently as she could. She paused in front of her bedroom door, listening for signs of Malik. Was he downstairs? Or was he in the bedroom, still soundly sleeping?
She opened the door quietly, hoping that the handle wouldn’t squeak, declaring to the whole house what she was doing. As she pulled open the door, she wedged her head between the door and peered out into the hallway.
