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“Long Hot Summer Night” - Jimi Hendrix
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Love took a deep breath to steady herself and inadvertently inhaled the heat and spiciness of Maleek’s cologne. She licked suddenly dry lips as her heart raced dangerously fast.
Yes, he was right. He did have her wide open.
He must have seen that blatant hunger in her face because the look on his face changed just seconds before grabbed her face with his sizzling hands. She gasped from the feel of him. Her whole soul was shaken from his touch. She shivered as she closed her eyes.
She didn’t know he bent his handsome head to kiss her until the very first touch of his soft lips against her own. She whimpered in sweet release as she brought her hands up to lightly grasp his and press their bodies together.
She shivered as her aching and hard nipples rubbed against his chest just as he deepened the kiss with a moan. The feel of his tongue circling her own made everything around them seem to fade to black.
Finally, finally, here was the passion she craved and dreamed about for what seemed like forever.
As his lips moved down her cheek to sweetly suckle her throat, Love let out a strangled cry that came from deep within her soul.
“Damn right,” he whispered against her ear as he placed gentle kisses from her chin up to her forehead. “Don’t hold back. Let it out.”
Love shivered as she felt the bud between her legs throb. “Maleek,” she whispered into the heat between them.
He touched his forehead down upon hers and their eyes met. “I know we are as different as night and day, but this feels real. And I’ve never felt like this before,” he admitted in a heated rush as she lowered her hands to his narrow waist.
“God knows...me either.” Love sought his lips with her own and initiated a kiss that shook them both to their feet.
She took his hand and guided him into her bedroom. As soon as the door closed, Maleek used his strong hands to lift her up by her waist and carry her to the bed. She instinctively spread her legs wider to wrap around his waist. Strong and hot hands pressed to her shoulders until she lay back on the bed before him. She arched her back like a feline being stroked as he brought his hands up to massage and caress her hard nipples.
Love said not one word as he ground his hips against hers, causing the long and hard length of his erection to press against her moist and swollen bud. She locked her eyes with his as she brought her hands up to cover his. She moved them to her pajama top, and as if he read her thoughts, he grabbed the front and snatched it open. She cried out and circled her hips against him as the buttons flew and hit odd spots against the walls.
His eyes flamed with intensity.
Love swallowed over a lump in her throat as she thrust her naked breasts higher. Her aching nipples lightly rubbed against his warm skin as they poked through his fingers. She squirmed beneath his stare and his touch.
Maleek cupped her breasts, lightly tweaking her nipples with his thumbs. As he bent low, guiding his open and anxious mouth to the dark chocolate peak, Love arched her back higher. He was just about to stroke his fleshy tongue against the tip when the sudden jarring ring of his cell phone caused them both to freeze.
“Forget it,” he whispered against her hot skin.
“Uhm...you really should lock your phone...”
Love pressed her face into his neck as she nearly died from shame at the sound of Ayannah’s voice echoing through his cell’s speaker phone. “Oh my God...ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod,” she said like a chant.
Maleek kissed her cheek before his shoulders began to shake.
Love popped one eye open and pulled back a bit to look up at him. He was laughing or at least failing at trying not to laugh. She playfully swatted his shoulder. “Oh, what if we had...you know...?”
Maleek laughed even harder even as he rose to take his phone from the pocket of his shorts and turn it off. He stood there with his strong and capable hands now on his hips as his hardness strained against the confines of his shorts, seeking to be free and deeply implanted within her walls.
Love bit her bottom lip as she covered her exposed breasts with her slender forearm. In those few heated moments she shared with Maleek, nothing at all had mattered but being in the moment...and enjoying every single bit of it. Her cheeks warmed as she remembered guiding his hands to tear her pajama top. She knew it would be that good with him. She knew it.
Love felt that now familiar hum of awareness as he moved to lay beside her on the bed. At the feel of his hands on her forearms, she trembled. He began to massage deep circles in her flesh, and she moaned in the back of her throat as her body involuntarily reacted to his strength and his heat.
What to do, Love?
Enjoy myself.
The thought of that made her float on air.
Maleek bent his head down closer to hers so that their eyes were level and locked. He took her hand and pressed it to his chest. Love’s mouth gaped at the hard and pounding beat of his heart. She wanted to feel passion. She wanted to feel more alive than ever. She wanted to feel like she was freefalling through air. With one tiny lick of her lips, Love tilted her head up to press her lips to his.
He was right. There was something between them and it was much bigger than all of the things that made her afraid to live with love.
Maleek deepened the kiss and Love brought her hands up to clutch desperately at his back as she kissed him back. As he placed one arm around her waist, it was her who brought her hands around to his chest and pushed him roughly back against the bed, before straddling his hips. She saw the look of surprise and desire on his face as she broke the kiss to look down at him.
Love backed off of him and the bed and stepped out of her pajama bottom, naked and exposed before him without a care. She arched a brow as she pulled him to his feet to grab the bottom of his shirt to roughly jerk upward. Maleek paused for a second before his face filled with understanding...and agreement. “Yes?” he asked.
Love nodded urgently as she began to unbutton his pants.
“Now?” he asked.
She needed this.
She wanted this.
She was going to have this.
Love rose up on the tip of her toes just as his pants fell around his ankles with a whoosh. “Now,” she ordered in a whisper against his mouth.
He captured her lips in another kiss. Inhibitions were lost. Pure unbridled passion was found.
Love gasped in pleasure as his hands found and massaged places on her body that she had forgotten existed. She couldn’t believe she was doing it. She was putting passion before logic...and it felt damn good. She had no regrets. Not now. This was the stuff romance books were written about it.
Her eyes rolled up into her head and she bit his shoulder as he roughly turned and pushed her back against the wall. Her hair had become loosened from its ponytail and flowed up around her head on the wall. He lowered his open mouth just above hers, and they breathed in each other’s essence for a few fiery seconds as pure electricity crackled around them like a thunderous lightning storm.
Maleek kissed her lips briefly and roughly before he turned their bodies again to back her against the edge of her bed. They fell onto it, locked, and their limbs entangled. She kicked her feet to the sky as he used his hand to press the tip of sheathed hardness between the lips of her core.
With one thrust of his narrow hips, Maleek entered her quickly and deeply. Completely. Love bit her bottom lip to keep from releasing a guttural cry. Even as he glided within her tightness with force, she held back the part of her that wanted to really be free. They mated fast and furious as if this was their last day on earth.
As if they would never see each other again.
As if they had found a passion that made anything and everything outside of their physical union insignificant.
As if they were meant to be this way with each other.
Everything about their sex seemed to move in a flash.
Bodies pressed.
Hearts racing.
Sweat pouring.
Limbs tightly clutching.
Hips thrusting.
Moans.
Kisses.
Bites.
Suckles.
Love pulled Maleek’s body down above her and she bit his shoulder to keep from crying out as she felt her body fill with small quivers. So this is what it feels like, she thought, so desperately craving that feeling...that explosion from deep within her soul. Tears fell from her eyes, and she felt his muscled arms snake around her waist to hold her tightly. Securely. Protectively. Passionately.
Maleek pressed his mouth down upon hers and suckled her tongue deeply as his face twisted and contorted with each explosive spasm of his seemingly infinite release.
Long after, they lay with their intimacies still joined as their hearts slowed from a thunderous roar. They both were completely and totally moved by it all.
Love kissed his shoulder as she stroked his back. “Wow,” she whispered.
Maleek leaned up a bit to look down at her face. He smiled broadly before his head dipped to briefly taste her lips again. “Wow is right.”
Love looked into his eyes and allowed herself to get lost. “I needed that,” she admitted shyly.
“Oh, you did?”
She nodded and then they laughed together softly.
Maleek nuzzled his nose against her chin. “So what do we do now, Miss Lovely?” he asked in a husky voice.
“What do you suggest, Mr. Trenton?” she asked softly. Her tone was as relaxed and content as her body.
“How ‘bout putting the cart back behind the horse?”
Love’s face became a mask of confusion. “Meaning?”
“Meaning we skipped all around the bases and headed straight to home base.” Maleek eyes took in her fine bone features, which were a complete contrast to the current wildness of her unrestrained hair. “You hungry?”
Love looked up at him, her eyes filling with alarm. “I’ll cook something. I’m not looking for our date to be all over the blogs and shit tomorrow. Superstar athlete dating ex-wife of R&B icon. Nada.”
Maleek nuzzled her cheek. “So you wanna stay in?”
She nodded. “I’ll cook you a good down-home southern meal like my grandmamma taught me, and we’ll go up on the rooftop and listen to the sounds of Harlem. Just talk. Just chill. Just me and you.”
Maleek kissed a trail from one shoulder to the other before he rose to his feet. “You know what? That does sound better than my flying my private plane to Turks and Caicos for my paella and margaritas.”
Love felt no regrets at the change of plans. She lived the jet-set life before. She wasn’t impressed. “Intrigue me with your thoughts. Seduce me with your words. Spoil me with your attention. Your money is no good here,” she told him huskily, reciting a verse from a poem she wrote ages ago after her divorce.
Maleek nodded before he licked his lips and kissed her deeply, passionately, like there was nothing else in the world he’d rather do.
