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When she started having feelings for him, she thought she’d known what she was getting herself into. She remembered being young and full of energy and lust. She thought she hadn’t lost much of it as she’d aged. Turned out, she was very wrong.
As much as she loved fucking him, touching him, tasting him . . . She couldn’t keep up with him. His stamina was impressive. Birgitta’s legs ached from holding them in the air as Malik ate her pussy, her back was sore from all the switching of positions, but, more than that, she was just exhausted. This was the most sex she’d ever had in her life.
Not that she was complaining. Having sex with Malik was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever experienced. Within a week he’d learned exactly what she wanted, how she liked to be touched, and what he could do to tease her. Birgitta didn’t want for anything and, sometimes, the feeling felt foreign to her.
No man had ever treated her the way Malik had. What some might see as sexism or controlling behavior, she saw as dominance and passion. He needed to have her when the mood struck him and Birgitta found it flattering.
Whenever he walked into the room, her heart skipped beats in her chest. When his eyes leveled on hers, her whole stomach turned hot and bubbly. No one had ever had such an effect on her. Malik made her shiver and quake from a single look.
Birgitta sat at the kitchen table, her cell phone pressed to her ear. She listened to the sound of the phone endlessly ringing as her eyes stared at the world outside.
It all looked so still and quiet out there. The sun was setting in the distance, causing the whole world to turn blood red. The light came into the kitchen, casting an eerie glow onto everything.
Sighing, she took the phone away from her ear and looked at the screen. Julia’s name was in huge letters at the top of the screen. Birgitta watched as the seconds ticked on. It hurt her to know that Julia probably wasn’t going to pick up.
Birgitta felt bad about abandoning everyone for her own happiness. It felt selfish, even though she knew it wasn’t. She couldn’t keep living a life that she didn’t enjoy. Why should she sacrifice her own happiness for those around her? Didn’t she deserve to be happy too?
It was obvious Julia wasn’t going to answer. Birgitta hung up and placed her cell phone face-down on the table. She looked to her left, through the window at the front of the house, and gazed at the world.
Across the dirt road, she could see her neighbor’s bright yellow house as the sunshine beamed down from the sky, turning it a deep orange shade. Behind the house, she could see the endless forest spanning over the hills and mountains in the background. The whole world was brown around her, with little flecks of white frost and snow.
Behind her, she could hear Malik’s feet thudding against the stairs. She stayed at the table, waiting for him to come over to her. There was no doubt in her mind about the reason why he’d come downstairs—he was there to take her back to the bedroom.
He padded over to her, his feet slapping against the wood floor. Birgitta waited, trying to be patient. Her whole body had been set alight. Butterflies were whirling around in her stomach. She could feel their wings fluttering so hard it almost made her feel sick.
He came to her left side. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his boxer briefs. They were snug around his package, showing it off proudly. The dark hairs on his legs were standing up on end from the cold air.
Birgitta turned to look at his crotch. She wanted to run her hands over his thighs, to feel the thick muscles beneath her hands. Malik didn’t give her a chance, though. He reached down to the table and snatched her wrists up, clutching them in his strong hands. She inhaled sharply, the suddenness of his movement shocked her.
He didn’t say a word as he dragged her out of the chair. Birgitta felt her feet tripping up over themselves as she struggled to stay upright. Malik didn’t seem to care. He kept dragging her across the kitchen as she moaned, asking him to stop.
Malik only stopped when he wanted to when Birgitta had been shoved against the edge of the cabinet. The pressure on her butt being pressed into the edge of the counter caused her whole right leg to tingle and go numb. Malik pushed her wrists down by her sides and pressed his body into hers. She could feel his pelvis grinding against hers.
All of the air in her body got caught. She felt the warmth of his body against hers. The weight of him was enough to make her turn still. She loved it when he was close to her. It caused everything she’d been thinking to vanish from her mind. His closeness was a comfort to her—a comfort she knew she couldn’t live without now that she’d experienced it.
Malik’s body followed hers until she felt the back of her head smack against the cupboard behind her. With nothing else to do and nowhere else to go, Birgitta stared into Malik’s eyes. She wanted to be close to him, to love his body and soul, but she was still upset about her family falling apart.
Everything felt so confusing. Life for Birgitta had changed in ways she never expected. As she stared at Malik’s plump lips, at his eyes that followed her face no matter where it moved, she wondered if it had all been worth it. Had pissing off her family been worth the happiness that she felt with Malik?
As if he could hear her apprehension, Malik leaned forward and planted his large lips against hers. His top lip enveloped hers, wetting it with his saliva as his mouth moved. Birgitta felt her heart lighten in her chest as he kissed her—he was removing all of the worries from her shoulders, sucking them out of her body.
Birgitta knew she’d done the right thing in leaving Kent. She wasn’t happy and neither was he. But she wished she could have done it nicely, instead of just following her own lusts and desires.
Malik’s hands tightened around her wrists as he breathed harder. He pressed his body harder against her, shoving her into the cabinets with a loudthud. Electricity rushed through her body, filling her with the feeling of thousands of butterflies rushing through her limbs. Malik ripped his lips away from hers and began kissing down her neck, letting his lips trail up and down the soft, sensitive skin there.
Within a second, he’d let go of her wrists to let his hands roam her body. The first place they went was her hips, his fingers digging into what little soft flesh she had there. Birgitta let her hands rise up to his curly hair, her fingers reaching through it and grabbing handfuls of it to tug on.
Pressed against her hip, she could feel Malik’s cock starting to grow and pulse. She felt it growing against her skin, snaking down her thigh. Birgitta couldn’t help but moan as he continued to kiss down her neck, heading toward her chest. His hands drifted along her stomach before rising, heading toward her breasts.
Birgitta craned her head back, feeling her scalp grinding against the wood as a guttural moan vibrated out of her throat. That was all the prompting Malik needed. He pulled his lips from her body and took hold of her wrists again.
This time he wasn’t so gentle. Before Birgitta could blink, Malik had torn her away from the counter and tossed her down to the ground. She felt her body careening through the air before tumbling to the floor. It was cold and hard against her arms and legs. Her hair covered her head, blocking her vision.
She was too shocked to do anything but sputter and groan. It didn’t take long for Malik to come up behind her, his hands grabbing her hips and yanking them into the air. Birgitta felt her knees dig into the floor, and Malik’s legs cemented themselves behind hers.
She could feel her heart beating out of her chest, rising up to sit in her throat. The soft lump there made it hard for her to breathe, almost choking her. There was nothing she could do. Malik’s palm gently rubbed her ass cheeks, spreading them as he touched her.
Birgitta gasped, her eyes bulging as she felt Malik’s hand slip between her legs. His fingers rubbed up and down her sex, running from her clit to down between her lips. Gently, he rubbed her through her pants, causing the fabric to slowly heat between her legs.
