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Bright, white sunlight was beaming through the windows to her right. Through the small squares of glass, she could see the gray-blue sky outside. At first, it looked like it was a rare, clear day, but when she looked closer, she saw that the whole sky was overcast. A sinking feeling weighted her shoulders, deflating her mood. It looked like it might snow.
Might not be able to run today,she thought.What other excuse can I use to get out of the house?
There was no need to waste more time. Birgitta rushed out of her bedroom, walking on the balls of her feet. She managed to get down the stairs unseen and rushed into the bathroom straight across the hallway.
Once she’d relieved herself, she went to the sink and turned on the cold water. With her palms leaning on the edges of the sink, Birgitta looked up at her reflection in the mirror. A small LED light was placed above it, casting an unflattering shine to her face. Birgitta stared into her own blue eyes.
She looked tired, haggard. She barely recognized herself without make-up. The face staring back at her wasn’t her own. She’d gotten so used to the way she looked when she had her whole face on. Birgitta leaned down and cupped her hands beneath the cold water, staring at it as it rippled between her palms. It sent cold tendrils through her skin as it connected, spreading across her face like cracks in ice.
With the sound of the water trickling into her hands, she tried to relax and focus her mind. The only thing she thought about was the water. Bringing her cupped hands up, she splashed the cold water on her face. She breathed through her open mouth, feeling the droplets of water land on her lips.
A knock sounded on the door behind her. Birgitta’s stomach dropped. She craned her neck around to look at the door. Malik was on the other side surely. Kent was at work for at least another six hours, there was no way it was him. It could only be Malik.
Birgitta gulped and turned off the tap, keeping her eyes on the door. She felt the droplets of water falling away from her face but made no effort to wipe them away. They fell down to her chest and shoulders, causing ripples of goosebumps to spread across her skin.
“Gitta,” Malik mumbled through the door.
Birgitta opened her mouth to tell him to go away but immediately closed it. She knew it was a ridiculous idea, but hoped that if she stayed quiet he would just go away.
“Gitta, I know you’re in there,” he said. “You can’t keep avoiding me.”
“I’m in the bathroom,” Birgitta stated.
It was the only answer she could come up with. Of course, she was in the bathroom—he was talking to herthrough the door.Even though it was stupid, it worked. She heard his footsteps trailing away into the kitchen.
Birgitta could finally breathe again. Her hand clutched the lip of the sink as her head started to spin.
What the hell am I going to do?She thought.I can’t keep living like this. I can’t be a prisoner in my own home.
Birgitta didn’t think about what she was doing as she moved to the bathroom door and unlocked it. She threw the door open and walked toward the kitchen. The door bashed against the wall loudly, no doubt startling Malik. Birgitta rounded into the kitchen and saw Malik’s back facing her.
“I want you,” she said, the words pouring out of her mouth so quickly they turned into a jumbled mess. “Now.”
Malik spun around and looked at her, startled and confused. “Now?”
Birgitta felt the chill in the air against her skin. She wanted to glance down at herself, but she knew what she was wearing—almost nothing, a slinky little dress that barely covered her thighs, with a robe wrapped loosely around her shoulders. How could Malik resist her, when she looked like that? She was basically naked already, ripe for the taking.
Malik seized the opportunity, as she’d expected. As he walked across the kitchen, his socks slipped on the shining floor. It didn’t make his stride slow, though. He stormed until her body was wrapped tightly in his arms.
Birgitta was almost thrown backward from the weight of his body smashing into hers. His arms wound around her back, his hands tangling into her hair. Birgitta felt her body go limp as she sank into him. Their lips were pressed together tightly, their tongues dancing. She could feel her body melting into his, merging until they were just one.
Somehow, Birgitta found herself perched on the edge of the counter, where Malik had been standing before. The cupboard handles were digging into her back. Her legs wrapped around Malik’s waist instinctively, drawing his pelvis tight against hers.
She could feel the warmth spreading up her body from her sex, making every inch of her body burn. The only thing she wanted at that moment was to touch every piece of Malik’s body. Her hand went down to the front of his pants. Birgitta’s fingertips peeled away the elastic waistband. She hadn’t realized he was wearing sweats, too distracted by him to pay attention to his clothes.
All it meant was she had easy access to his cock. She peeled the waistband from his body and let her hand sink down beneath the fabric. His cock was growing with every second that passed. She could feel it beneath his underwear, hard and warm. Birgitta let her fingers slide up and down the shaft. In reply, Malik moved his lips down to her neck and began sucking at the tender skin there.
Birgitta gasped as a shudder rolled through her body, taking control of her. She could feel a trail of saliva down her neck, like a line of breadcrumbs showing where Malik had been. Her hand didn’t stop moving, gently caressing him until his cock was bursting out of his pants.
When he was ready, his hands planted on Birgitta’s thighs. His hands moved upward, his fingers ready to hook into her underwear and pull it down. Birgitta smiled into their kiss as he realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Within a second his fingers had slipped inside her, exploring her soaking wet hole.
Birgitta lost all control of her body then. Her head leaned back into the cupboards and her mouth fell open. Short, breathless sounds left her mouth but even she didn’t know what they were supposed to mean. Having Malik inside her—even if it was just his fingers—was better than she could have ever imagined. He kept pushing deeper and deeper until her legs were spread wide apart.
With his thumb pressed on her clitoris, he began to press against her. Birgitta’s breath caught in her throat, and her hands clamped down on his arms, her nails digging into his muscles.
It wasn’t enough for her, though. She needed to know what it would feel like to have his cock in her mouth, to have it plunging deep inside her soaked pussy. Birgitta broke away the kiss and held Malik’s face between her hands.
He was frowning as he worked her, his whole right arm shaking as he tried to please her. Birgitta grabbed his face tighter, drawing his attention away from her body. His deep brown eyes looked into her blue. They stopped, both perfectly still, as they stared at one another.
