Malik stands so close we’re touching from thigh to chest. He wraps his large hands around my waist, pulling me even closer. And I let out a gasp, followed by a soft laugh. I rest my hands on his chest, head tilted up, a faint smile on my lips, taking in as much of his handsomeness as my poor heart can endure.
His hands slide to my lower back before landing on my ass… I feel my eyebrows rise. and Malik responds with a devilish smirk. He cups the cheeks of my ass in each of his wide palms and squeezes. My mouth falls open.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw your ass in those fucking leggings,” he whispers in my ear, the warmth of his fresh breath sending a shiver down my spine.
His entire being surrounding me, making me feel weak in the knees. But I don’t miss a beat and cop a fill of my own. Lord, his ass is firm and deliciously muscled.Can I bite into it?…
Malik chuckles.
“What? I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I watched you play.”
I shrug, and he laughs his loud, unapologetic roar, making me shake my head.
“Come, let’s sit. Enough ass pawing for now.”
He winks, and it’s my turn to burst out.
Malik takes my hand and guides me to the center of the wide open area. The restaurant’s furniture has been replaced with a romantic setting of a wide creamy leather booth flanked by a long, candlelit table, decorated with bouquets of pastel pink, lavender and white flowers. The evening air is scented with the aroma of the flowers. A fire pit burns to the side, the dancing flames adding to the enchanting atmosphere. Everything is perfect. Even the weather cooperated, with just the fainted breath in the falling night air. The colors of the sunset scorch the horizon ablaze.
There are various plates of appetizers spread out on the table. And everything looks delicious.
“This is amazing, Malik.”
I beam up at him. He sits into the corner of the love seat and gently pulls to settle next to him. Once I’m seated, he tucks me close to his side, not leaving the smallest space between us.
He presses a soft kiss to my temple before answering, “I’m glad you like it.”
I snuggle into his chest, burying my nose in the crook of his neck and almost die, right then and there, of bliss. Malik is big, warm and amazingly comfortable. The spicy notes of his cologne set my blood on fire and send my pussy pulsing like crazy. I run my hand over his powerful chest, reveling over the contrast between the softness of his cashmere sweater and the hard muscles I’m feeling under. I pepper the sensitive skin of his corded neck with soft kisses and feel him shiver. Emboldened, I raise a leg and hook it over Malik’s. He rests his long fingers at the hem of my dress, running them over my knee in a delicious torture. Then he turns his head to mine and finally kisses me.
Five
Malik
Lisa’s lips are soft, full, firm and goddamn perfect. She tastes fucking amazing and I don’t know how I’ve lived this long without the savor of her in my mouth.
First, our lips meet in a soft peck. Then we begin exploring one another’s mouth in the slowest, most deliciously maddening, perfect dance. Lips, tongues, teeth. Kiss, lick, suck, bite.
And our hands roam our bodies for any purchase they can get. First, I cup the back of her head, maintaining her in place, eating her up, drinking her in, ravaging her. Then I let go and my fingers travel lower, always lower. I cup and squeeze her full, round, soft tits, pinching the nipples in passing and swallowing Lisa’s responding moan. When I reach the hem of her dress again, this time there’s no considerate grazing. I slip my large hands under the tight fabric and push it up around her waist, reveling in passing in her softness. These full curves will be the death of me.
Detaching my mouth from Lisa’s, I growl, “I don’t think coming to a public place makes a difference. I need you.”
She rests a soft hand on the side of my face, her dazed eyes reeling me in even further.
“I need you too.”
I let out a vicious, “fuck!”
Then I turn my attention to the man standing guard ten feet away from us, next to the elevator.
“We won’t be needing you for now, thank you. And no one comes up here till we call, please.”
Thankfully, he’s facing the back of the couch we’re sitting on, so he can’t see my girl’s dress bunched around her hips. But he’s not dumb. He saw her. The man can guess exactly what’s going on here. I couldn’t give the first shit, but I also don’t need an audience the first time I’m about to sink deep into my woman.
“Yes, sir. Of course,” the young man hurries to agree, then he calls for the elevator and disappears between the metal doors.
I turn my attention back to my girl and find her with her face buried in her hands. I pull her close.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”