#Blessed by Malakai, page 11
And the music was still playing, but his playlist was now on some smoother R&B music instead. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Nervous about what we were going to do because once we crossed that line, there was no turning back. But I was excited the man I’d fantasized about every time I imagined what an orgasm would feel like was standing right in front of me.
He began walking toward me with purpose. Determination. I prayed my nervous talking wouldn’t kick in, but I knew I’d failed when I asked, “You’re not just doing this because you overheard me say I’ve never had an orgasm before, right?” He froze and for a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard what I’d said.
“Avery—”
“It’s just, I don’t want you to feel some false sense of responsibility or anything,” I said cutting him off.
He shook his head. “You never feel like a responsibility.”
“Good, because many women haven’t had one.”
He reached up to lightly touch my cheek. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”
Crap. Way to go, Nightingale. I could have sworn he’d overheard that particular part at the bar, but he must have only heard the very last thing I said. “I thought that’s what you’d overheard.”
He gently rubbed circles on my right cheek with his thumb. “Avery, I heard you mention that you often imagined me naked and didn’t know how you could ask me to give you an orgasm, but I didn’t hear the part where you said you’d never had one. Had I known that, I never would have left your apartment that night.”
I swallowed. “I promise you that despite everything I’ve revealed tonight, none of this stuff is the reason I wanted to be your image consultant.”
“I know. But I have to ask. What do you want to happen tonight?”
What did I want to happen? Even though he knew my secret, I wasn’t sure I had the courage to ask him for an orgasm. “It’s been a while for me. As in, three years,” I told him, studying his reaction.
“It’s been a while for me, too,” he said. “As in sixteen months.”
I blinked my eyes in shock. Sixteen months seemed like a long ass time for a man known to deliver multiple orgasms. Meaning, he was celibate for a reason. I didn’t want to interfere with that reason, but I was tired of fighting it. Tired of denying it. Tired of wanting what I thought I shouldn’t have.
“I want to have sex with you,” I said, my eyes briefly dropping to his lips. “If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.” Taking my hand, he kissed the back of it. In a flash, his eyes went from focused to intense making me wonder what I’d just agreed to. One thing I knew for sure—I was down for whatever the night may bring.
Thirteen
Avery
* * *
He led me to the other side of the room, the entire time his eyes holding mine. Out of nervousness, I glanced around the entire space for the first time, taking note of the half-done sculpture in a corner and different artistic designs scattered throughout.
There was something about being in his creative space that felt intimate and sacred. I’m sure he’d shown this space to others before, but it felt private. Like I was the only one he’d ever showed.
When my feet hit something soft on the floor, I almost tripped on the mattress pad and blankets scattered around, until Malakai gripped me around my waist to keep me steady.
"I've fallen asleep in here more times than I can count," he said, before nodding to his right. "There's a bathroom and shower over there, so if I didn't want to leave, I wouldn't have to. I'm sure you notice how many random beds are on this floor."
I smiled as I thought about the empty office and his office which both had futons. “Well, it’s better to have a place to sleep so you can still be creative, rather than leave and possibly disrupt your inspiration.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” He lifted my chin so that my lips were better angled with his. “Except for a few times, I usually have really good intuition.” His eyes slowly glanced over my naked breasts and black panties before dropping to my lips. “But I didn’t see you coming.”
“That makes two of us,” I said, my voice low with desire. I’d often thought about what I would do if I was able to have a moment alone with Malakai, but never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d be in this place, now, in this moment.
“You’re beautiful as hell.” His hazel eyes darkened to a deeper brownish-green, the color and the transition causing me to drag my bottom lip between my teeth. Leaning down close to my ear, he whispered, “I want you to savor this moment for as long as I can, but I’m not sure how long I can hold off fucking you senseless.” His breath tickled my neck. “Or seeing just how sweet this pussy of yours tastes on my tongue.”
My knees almost buckled beneath me at his words. Then, in a move I should have been ready for, but wasn’t, he eased me down to the mattress pad and slid my panties down my hips, placing kisses along my thighs and calves before he removed them completely.
Still on his knees, he leaned back, dragging a finger in between my breasts, down to my core. Oh, God. My breath hitched when his hands found my clit, before dragging his fingers over my core and lips. His strokes were soft and unhurried. Precise, yet, he hadn’t even done much yet.
“I remember reading a study years ago that said about seventy percent of women have never reached an orgasm during intercourse.” He kissed my lower stomach and inner thighs, spreading my legs open more as he did so.
“That same study said thirty-five percent never experience an orgasm during oral sex.” He placed a soft kiss on my clit, and just the feel of his breath on the most sensitive part of my body caused me to buck under his mouth.
I sighed as he made his way up my body, leaving the part that was aching for him most.
“Just to clarify, you’ve never had an orgasm?”
“Right,” I replied, studying his eyes. “I’ve reached an orgasm on my own, but never with a man. I think when it gets to that point, I overthink things.”
He sweetly kissed my lips before he went back down between my legs. “For a man, the key is to make a woman feel so cherished … so beautiful, that the only thought on her mind is one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.”
His words were beautiful, and whatever response had been on the tip of my tongue, died the moment I felt his tongue back on my clit. Only this time, the kisses weren’t light and sweet. More like, purposeful and determined. His tongue swirled around my nub in a way I’d never felt before. The twists and turns made my back arch from the sheets as he dipped his tongue into my aching center, moving in the same motions he had on my clit.
“Oh, shit.” My voice was a muffled mess, and even though cursing was nowhere near as poetic as the way he was making me feel, I had every word in the dictionary flashing across my mind as I felt a heightened awareness that I’d never felt before.
As his tongue stroked me even further into a lustful cocoon, I thought about the fact that without any use of fingers like other men had previously tried to use to get me to orgasm, he was coaxing out all of my pleasure with just one body part.
It almost seemed unfair that a man possessed a tongue so thick and long, that it had me hitting those high notes of the current song that was playing and I knew I couldn’t sing worth a damn.
I bucked a few more times until he caught my ass in his hands and kept me pinned to his mouth. What. The. Fuck. I was starting to lose feeling in my legs because the buildup of passion was too fierce. A part of me, who I assumed to be Coco, was telling me to enjoy every second of this beautiful tongue attached to this sexy man and ride on the orgasm I knew was near. However, the other part of me, Halo my good and reasonable conscious, was warning me that letting him be my first orgasm was a bad idea. I needed to remain in control of this situation and I was losing control. Fast.
“Malakai,” I panted as his tongue increased its movements. I could feel it coming in every bone of my body and before I knew what was happening, I was wailing his name and shaking uncontrollably as I released a powerful orgasm that felt so strong, I was sure it rattled the entire floor. Yet, his tongue didn’t stop there.
In an expert move, he flipped onto his back, turning me over with him and keeping his tongue buried deep inside of my pussy. I squirmed, still convulsing from my orgasm and trying to find some relief, when he coaxed me into another one before I could even figure out what was going on. I bucked again, riding his face as he licked all my juices and kept up with the rhythm I had set.
After I came down from my high, I expected Malakai to give me a moment to regain composure, but that wasn’t the case. He spun me back around so that I was on my back again and stood, removing his jogging pants in a way that was just as smooth as everything else about him.
“There it is,” I said aloud as I stared at the dick that had starred in more than a few sex dreams. He laughed, and I covered my mouth in embarrassment that I’d said my previous words aloud. But I couldn't help it. I wasn't the type that enjoyed looking at the male anatomy, but clearly, that was before I'd seen Malakai.
The pictures that had been floating around the internet didn’t do this man justice. I leaned on my knees and reached out my hands to touch it, unable to keep them to myself any longer. Mouthwatering. That was the only word I could use to describe it. It was the same brown-cinnamon color as the rest of him and the sight had me closing my mouth to make sure I didn’t drool. Damn. I hadn’t had sex with a lot of men, but it didn’t take an overly experienced woman to know that his dick wasn’t like the others. His shaft was thick, causing me to push away the fear that he was too big to fit. Girl, you’ll make it work.
But it wasn’t just his thick shaft that had me panting. It wasn’t until he’d removed his pants that I realized I’d never been with a man with that naturally curved tip that I'd read about before. It was so long, it didn’t just stick straight out when he got hard. Nope, not at all. It had the type of slight hook that promised to leave a lifetime of pleasure wherever he touched and I swear the tip winked at me as I got closer to it. My mouth was eager to just sample a quick taste.
My lips had barely been able to wrap about the tip, when Malakai leaned down to put on protection before gently laying me back down to the mattress pad. I opened my mouth to protest because I really did want to enjoy tasting him for a bit, when he placed a heated kiss on my lips at the same time that he entered my body.
Slowly, he edged into me, each inch filling me with more pleasure than the last. Any thoughts I’d previously had were erased the moment he’d filled me completely.
“Fuck,” he said, leaning above me. “You feel amazing.” I could see the lines straining his forearms as he held himself up, gazing into my eyes as he began to move inside of me. He’d barely gotten started and I was already moaning loudly, but I didn’t care. I had too many emotions floating around to keep anything inside.
Every movement of his body seemed to dance in a unique rhythm that was all Malakai. His thrusts were stroking my body as if I were a blank canvas, waiting for him to paint a breathtaking picture. His eyes staring down at mine were speaking to a part of my body and soul that I didn’t even know was there.
My mind couldn’t make sense of it, but every move made me feel unhinged. We didn’t need words. Words were unnecessary in defining a moment so exhilarating, that I almost cried in pity for any man who would touch me after him. Malakai Madden wasn’t just making love to my body and soul. He was painting an entire picture with strokes so deep, they rose from the art piece. Lines so precise, each one evoked a new emotion depending on the person viewing the painting.
At times, it felt like we were making love like we were the last two people on Earth. Then other times, he was fucking me senseless and there was nothing sweet and gently about it. He sexed my body in a way that was graceful yet unforgiving, and when he angled my right leg to get even deeper, I felt us reach another level of intimacy.
His name left my lips again as I grew closer and closer to another orgasm, completely undone by the fact that this was going to be my third one. I’d heard some women say they saw stars when it happened. Others said fireworks. I once had a friend who said good sex made her weep in pleasure.
Well, now I knew my trigger and even though it was probably the most unsexy thing I could imagine, Malakai made me come so hard that I sounded as if I was speaking tongue. I couldn’t make out a word I was saying, which meant, he probably couldn’t understand anything either. Instead of making me feel stupid, he smiled that sexy smile of his and released his orgasm soon after, whispering my name over and over as he did.
He didn’t roll off me right away, but once he went to the bathroom to discard the condom, I finally got a moment to get myself together. I ran my fingers through my hair and shook my legs in excitement. Holy mother of Pearls. I couldn’t believe I’d just experienced my first three orgasms.
Malakai had done what no man had ever done. He’d fucked me so good, no man from my past even came in as a close second. There were so many reasons why I needed to throw on my clothes, find my purse, and get my ass back home. But that’s not what I did. Instead, when he returned and sweetly kissed my neck, I kissed him back. When he began sucking my nipples, I held his head closer and savored his warm mouth. When he got in between my legs and looked at me with those fuck me eyes, I dropped my legs farther apart, anticipating that we were going to go another round. And just like the last round, he didn’t hold anything back.
Fourteen
Malakai
* * *
For the first time, I did something that I hadn’t done in over a year. I played hooky and decided to spend the entire day in bed doing nothing.
Except, I wasn’t the only person playing hooky today. As I glanced over at the sleeping beauty next to me, I mouthed a silent thank you to whoever was looking out for me and managed to get Avery to agree to come back to my place after we’d left the gallery in the wee hours of the morning.
Last night had completely rocked my world just the way I knew it would. I’d waited over a year to be inside of a woman and I was damn sure happy I had. Being buried deep inside of Avery was a feeling I couldn’t describe and one that I had never felt before. It was almost like our bodies were speaking together in a way much stronger than normal. We moved together like a slow love song and connected better than the perfect color combination on a white canvas.
And you were her first orgasm. I still couldn’t get over that shit. I knew how blessed I was to have been the man to give her such a release. She’d deserved twenty orgasms last night, but a man could only do so much in the time they’d had. I hoped she realized that it was going to be difficult for me to refrain from giving her an orgasm every time I was around her. The way I saw it, we had to make up for the lost time she’d wasted on those other cats who hadn’t gotten the job done. Waste of fucking space on men who could leave a woman unsatisfied, but make sure they get theirs.
After we’d had sex the first time, we had sex twice more until succumbing to sleep for an hour, only to wake up after Tyler repeatedly knocked on the door at 5 a.m. to let us know that some of the early folks were due to arrive at the office in the next hour.
He gave us privacy while we gathered ourselves and snuck out down the exit stairs, but before he’d gone, I thanked him for looking out. So in a way, I guess Tyler was one of those people who’d made it possible for Avery to be with me right now.
I glanced at her again, her body rising and falling under the blue sheet. She’d been sleeping for the past six hours, and although I’d love to let her get more rest, breakfast was getting cold and I knew she needed some nourishment to replenish her energy.
When I sat on the edge of the bed, the sheet slightly slipped from her naked body, giving me a better view. Her body was a work of art, each part telling a story of where she’d been. What she’d done. I wanted to know if the scar on the back of her right calf was from her adolescence or adult years. I kissed the dark freckles on her stomach and chest, which matched the ones sporadically sprinkled on her face. The ones that many probably missed because they’d never observed her as closely as I had. I rubbed the stretch marks along her thighs, loving the fact that they symbolized a thick, curvy woman. A real woman. A girl who’d grown into her womanhood and denounced society’s standards, by instead symbolizing the true definition of a beautiful black queen.
I gently ran my fingers through her luscious curls that currently weren’t pulled back or restrained by any ponytail holders, but rather, they were wild and free just like the woman they belonged to. My fingers then traced her black feather tattoo on the back of her left shoulder, my eyes unable to stop staring at it.
She knows your journey. Better yet, I had a feeling she was my journey. Or at least a path I had to take to get to where I needed to be in life. When Avery had mentioned all of the times she’d seen me before and followed my career ever since I was sixteen, I could tell she was apprehensive and worried that it would freak me out. Little did she know, it had done quite the opposite. My soul recognized her words for what they meant the minute she’d said them. Only, despite all of the steps we’d taken in our relationship last night, I knew she still needed to be convinced that she and I belonged together. She wasn’t just a part of my journey … I was also a part of hers.
“Rise and shine, beautiful.” I placed a soft kiss on the temple of her forehead, before moving to her lips to tempt her awake.
“Hmm. Malakai, I have morning breath,” she said between kisses.
