Never Say Never, page 15
Nudging her legs apart, Malcolm bent his head between her thighs. He laved the tiny nub at the center of her womanhood and when that wasn’t enough, he inserted his narrow, lean fingers inside her moist cavern, sending Sabrina soaring higher than she’d ever known possible. Her body tightened around his fingers as he eased them in and out.
She surrendered quickly as her breath came in quick, uneven tones. When he looked up, he found her eyes open and bright with desire, and he nearly lost control. Without taking her eyes off him, she unzipped his jeans and with ease, because he wasn’t wearing any underwear, pushed them down his trim hips. Quickly and succinctly, he took over, and moved them the rest of the way down his thighs and legs, giving Sabrina her first view of his magnificent piece of manhood. She had felt his body against hers before, but the sight of his full erection made Sabrina’s heart pound. Knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him gave her self-confidence.
“Come here,” she murmured, opening her arms wide. When he was an arm’s length away, she reached out and pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his waist.
“You’ve had your fun now,” she said, smiling. “Now, it’s my turn.” Pretty soon, he would be quivering underneath her skilled touch. Tre was very wrong indeed. She had a high-sex drive with the right man.
Caressing him with her palm, Sabrina’s mouth closed around his thick, hard member. Flicking her agile tongue back and forth across Malcolm’s shaft made him groan loudly, and the sound grew as her hands trailed upward to squeeze and caress his nipples. He wasn’t a bystander for long, though. In the midst of his ecstasy, his hands sunk into the luscious depths of her gorgeous mass of ringlets. He wasn’t surprised when her hair was soft and light to his touch. He groaned when he felt the long pull of her mouth against his penis as she took him deeper inside.
Once Sabrina had worked her magic and used her mouth and tongue to bring him close to the precipice, he stopped her and leaned over to grab a pack of condoms inside his nightstand drawer.
“And you just happen to have those lying around?”
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Malcolm said honestly, reaching across to gather her back in his arms and shower her face with kisses; but Sabrina was as eager as he and when he fumbled with putting on the protection, she snatched the wrapper from him and opened it herself. Easing the condom onto his enlarged member, Sabrina slid herself back on top of Malcolm and lowered herself onto his burgeoning shaft. She didn’t know what came over her, but she wanted to ride him for forever.
Malcolm marveled at Sabrina’s aggressiveness and allowed her to take the lead. He loved the gentle sway of her hips and the tight feel of her around his engorged shaft.
“Yes, baby, yes,” Malcolm moaned, grabbing her firm buttocks.
“You like that, huh,” Sabrina said seductively. “Then you’re going to love this.” She bent down to brush her lips across his. They parted, allowing easy access for Sabrina’s tongue to dart out and delve into his interior. Their tongues met as hers challenged his to a duel that she didn’t win, because Malcolm was ready to take back the lead.
Flipping her over, he caught her hands and put them above her head. Then he placed one leg over his shoulder and slowly began thrusting in and out of her wet heat. Cocooned in her warmth, Malcolm felt like they were two pieces of the same whole. Their bodies meshed perfectly as he penetrated her deeper and deeper.
They found a rhythm together and it wasn’t long before Sabrina’s back arched, lifting her off the bed as she reached an earth-shattering climax. Malcolm came right after her, giving a loud shout as his body released itself and he collapsed on top of her.
Rolling onto his side, he quickly relieved her of his weight, but Sabrina didn’t care. Exhausted, she lay on her back with her beautifully dark hair spread across his pillow like a fan, just like he’d envisioned in his dreams.
“My, my.” Malcolm sat up on one arm and looked down at her while his other arm gently caressed the side of her face. “Where did all that unbridled passion come from?”
Sabrina blushed. “I don’t know, probably from years of sexual repression.”
“You mean to tell me that you and Tre didn’t set the world on fire like we did just now?” Malcolm teased, fingering one tendril in between his thumb and index finger.
Sabrina shook her head. “No, I’m afraid Tre didn’t always find the spot.” Sabrina smiled. “Often I faked it just to end it.”
Malcolm’s onyx eyes fixed on her light-brown ones. “Well, there will be no faking between us, got it? If you don’t like anything I’m doing, tell me. And I’ll find another way to please you.”
“Hmmm, I like the sound of that,” Sabrina said, reaching out and pulling his head down toward her. “Why don’t you begin right now?”
“I would love to,” Malcolm replied, his arms encircling her waist and gathering her firmly to him.
It wasn’t long before they were making love again until the wee hours of the morning.
Malcolm awoke first and peered down to watch Sabrina sleeping peacefully. Last night had been everything he’d dreamed: hot, passionate and extremely pleasurable. Sabrina had given herself to him completely. She was tenacious, aggressive—God, he loved it! He hoped that she felt the same way.
Slowly, Sabrina awoke and become aware of her surroundings. He watched her do a double-take when she glanced at her watch. Horror crossed her face when she realized the time. She tried to get up, but Malcolm halted her with his arm. He wanted them to stay in bed all day.
Sabrina, on the other hand, was beside herself. She hadn’t meant to stay out all night. After making love to Malcolm, she wanted to revel in it, but she hadn’t called home to warn her parents. What must they think? It was most certainly not that she’d just had the best sex of her life!
Sabrina spoke. “Malcolm, I’ve gotta go.” She pushed his arm away, threw back the covers and began gathering her clothes and underwear, which were scattered across the floor. She couldn’t believe she’d slept in Malcolm’s bed all night long. She’d intended to get up and leave, but their activities had exhausted her.
“Can’t you stay for just a little while longer?” Malcolm asked, following her lead and jumping off of the bed. Naked, he was unashamed to walk over to where she stood and gather her in his arms. “There’s a lot more I have in store for you,” he said, lightly nipping at her neck. His lips traveled upward and found their way to hers, crushing them beneath his.
“Hmmm,” Sabrina moaned, but pulled away and slipped on her underwear. “As much as I would love to stay …”
“I know. You’ve got to get home.”
“Yes. Jasmine’s probably wondering where I am, while I’m sure my parents are worried sick.”
“I guess I was kind of selfish keeping you all to myself all night.” He watched her put on her clothes.
When she was fully dressed, she rushed over and planted a searing kiss on Malcolm’s inviting lips. “You were, but make no mistake, I wanted to be here,” Sabrina responded before rushing out the door. “Call me later,” she tossed over her shoulder.
Chapter 15
Sabrina made it home in twenty minutes, but found the house empty, thankfully. She hadn’t wanted to face disapproving looks at her scandalous behavior. She knew a lecture would be forthcoming from her mother about the example she was setting for Jasmine.
And truly, Sabrina knew all that, but she’d done something completely for herself and it had felt good. Being with Malcolm was incredible and oh so pleasurable, and no one was going to make her feel ashamed of that, not even her mother. Creeping up the stairs, Sabrina entered her bedroom and stripped down to her panties. She was almost near the bathroom when she heard the front door closing. Rushing into the bathroom, she turned on the taps and luxuriated under the pulsating water. She would hear the lecture after a long, hot shower.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged in her robe feeling energized and ready for her day. It was surprising what a night of good sex could do. Feeling alive and full of more energy than she’d had in years, she headed to her room and was looking for an outfit in the closet when she heard a knock on the door.
“Mom, you’re home,” Jasmine cried, coming in and throwing herself in Sabrina’s arms. Jasmine’s behavior was a surprise considering she’d been her daughter’s least favorite person lately. “Where were you?” Jasmine asked. “We thought something terrible had happened to you.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mommy stayed over at a friends’.” Sabrina returned Jasmine’s hug with a firm squeeze. “I didn’t mean to make you worry, pumpkin.”
“I’m just happy you’re home.”
“So am I, Jazzy. So am I.” Sabrina returned to the closet and found what she was looking for in some pale peach trousers and a short-sleeve beaded top. When she turned around her mother was staring at her reproachfully from the doorway.
“Hey, Mom.” Sabrina came forward and kissed her mother’s cheek. “I’m sorry I made you worry,” she whispered in her ear.
Beverly didn’t answer, instead she motioned to her granddaughter. “Jazzy, if you still want to help me bake the cookies for Sunday school, I’m getting started now.”
“I sure do, Grandma,” Jasmine said, running toward her.
“And you”—her mother pointed—“I’ll have a word with you downstairs once you’re dressed.” She closed Sabrina’s door behind her.
Sabrina sucked in a deep breath. She was in for it now.
When she finally made it downstairs, her mother was waiting for her in the living room and wasted no time scolding her. She thought Sabrina’s behavior was highly inappropriate.
“I’m a grown woman, Mama,” Sabrina replied. “I don’t need your permission to spend the night over at a man’s house.”
“No, you don’t,” Beverly said. “But you do need to inform me if you’re going to stay out all night. You and your daughter are living here after all. How did you know your father and I didn’t have plans?”
Sabrina hadn’t thought about that. She just assumed her mother would always be there. “For that I apologize. I truly didn’t think about that.” All she’d been focusing on last night was Malcolm.
“As you said, you’re grown, so I’m not going to lecture you, but a phone call letting me know when you’ll be home and wishing your daughter a good night is not too much to ask.”
“I agree,” Sabrina said. “And if I promise to call next time, can we end this discussion? It’s really uncomfortable talking to one’s mother about your sex life.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” her mother replied.
“So you and the hot doctor finally did the do.” Monique laughed as she wiped down the counters at the diner. Of course, she’d seen their attraction coming from a mile away, but the two of them had been a little slow on the pickup. “You go, girl.” She extended a hand for Sabrina to slap. Leaning across the counter, Sabrina gladly obliged.
“It all happened so fast,” Sabrina said as she sat back down.
“Do you need me to tell you about the birds and bees? ‘Cause I think you already know.”
“You don’t understand, Monique. One minute I’m there discussing his past and the next I’m up against a wall in a passionate embrace.”
“Sounds good to me. Where can I sign up?”
Sabrina giggled. “I’m sorry to tell ya, but he’s taken.”
“Good for you because whatever he did sure got you glowing.”
Sabrina grabbed a nearby steel napkin holder and peered at herself. Monique was right. She was glowing like a neon light.
“I’ll be right back.” Monique stepped away to the pantry and returned a few minutes later carrying several large packages of napkins and two large tubs of ketchup and mustard.
“Let me help you with that,” Sabrina said, jumping off her stool and rushing forward.
“Thanks,” Monique replied, out of breath. “So what’s next?”
“What do you mean?” Sabrina asked, wide-eyed.
“Now that you’ve been intimate, does this mean that you’re a couple?” Monique asked as she went around the diner and collected empty napkin holders.
Sabrina assisted by picking up the condiment bottles. “Hmmm, I don’t know.” She took the bottles to the counter and pulled a container toward her. “I guess we haven’t had the chance to discuss it yet.” She also hadn’t had the chance to tell Malcolm that Tre would be here any day now for a visit with Jasmine.
“Then don’t rush it. Sounds to me like you and Dr. Strangelove are off to a good start.” Monique laughed aloud. She took a large handful of napkins and placed them in an empty holder. “If I were you, I’d enjoy him.”
“Oh,” Sabrina said in a saucy tone, “I intend to do just that.”
The next weekend, Sabrina and Jasmine were equally excited as they waited in Forsyth Park for Malcolm to arrive for their rollerblading date. Visions of rollerblading fun filled Jasmine’s head, while Sabrina’s mind kept wandering to seeing herself in bed with Malcolm. She hadn’t been able to think of anything else since the night she’d spent making love with him. She’d been so resistant at first to a relationship and now everything had changed. The dichotomy unnerved her.
“This is going to be so much fun,” Jasmine said, excitedly tying on her rollerblades.
Malcolm was exactly what they both needed. He was kind and patient with Jasmine and passionate with Sabrina. It had been a long time since a man had shown Sabrina that emotion. “Here, put these on.” She handed Jasmine a bicycle helmet, knee and elbow pads and wrist guards. The rollerblade instructor had advised her that injuries were caused by people not wearing the proper protection. It didn’t take long for Jasmine to take off down the sidewalk on her skates.
Sabrina, on the other hand, was still suiting up when Malcolm arrived five minutes later. Devastatingly handsome in blue jeans and a polo shirt that fit his perfectly toned body like a glove, Sabrina warmed immediately.
“Are you ready for some fun?” She smiled up at him as she put on her knee pads.
Malcolm laughed. “Sure.” He bent down and captured her lips with his before sitting beside her. “Though I must admit I’m a little nervous at the prospect.”
“I understand,” Sabrina said, quivering at his tender kiss. “When I promised Jasmine we’d do this, I had no idea it was so involved. There’s even an instructor here hired by the park district who’ll run through the basics.”
“Good,” Malcolm replied, “because I’m sure I’m going to need it.” He watched Jasmine zoom up the sidewalk toward him.
“Are you two a couple now?” Jasmine queried aloud. “Because you’re doing an awful lot of kissing and hugging. Just like my mom and dad used to.”
“Jasmine!” Sabrina was embarrassed by Jasmine’s precociousness. Sometimes she wanted to ring the living daylights out of her.
“We are indeed,” Malcolm answered smoothly. “Do you have a problem with that, Ms. Jazzy?”
“Nope, I like you,” she said matter-of-factly and held out her hand. “C’mon, Dr. Malcolm, I’ll take you to get your gear.” Jasmine inclined her head in the direction of the rollerblade hut.
Sabrina was relieved that Jasmine didn’t have a problem with their relationship, because they both had been somewhat concerned. They’d discussed it over the phone the prior evening after Malcolm had said he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off Sabrina when he saw her again. That’s when he asked if Jazzy would pitch a fit. Sabrina had been unsure, but was hopeful that her tempestuous daughter wouldn’t cause a rift between them.
“Lead the way.” Malcolm walked behind Jasmine as she rollerbladed ahead of him. He turned around and gave Sabrina a seductive wink. When they reached the hut, the instructor advised Malcolm of the necessary equipment and helped him select the proper-size skates. Malcolm handed him a twenty.
“Don’t worry,” the young man said, walking beside him. “I’ll walk you and Ms. Parker through the whole thing. It’s a breeze. You’ll catch on in no time.”
“From your lips to God’s ears,” Sabrina said as Malcolm sat down to put on his gear.
“If you’re ready we can begin your lesson,” the young blond man said several minutes later after Malcolm laced up his skates.
“Yes, we’re all set.” Malcolm attempted to rise from the park bench, but instead of balancing himself he stumbled. He hated being so inept, especially in front of Sabrina.
“Here, let me help you.” The instructor assisted Malcolm up from the bench. “Rollerblading is all about balance, but I’ll show you some safety measures, like braking, to help you out. Let’s get started.”
An hour later, Malcolm was happy to safely make it back to the bench. He’d nearly broken his arm half a dozen times. Sabrina had skated circles around him. His mishaps had taken up the entire hour and boy did his bottom feel it. Even though he’d worn jeans, he was sure he’d be black and blue in the morning.
Sabrina and Jasmine glided over to Malcolm and sat down beside him.
“So, how you’d like it?” Jasmine asked, grinning mischievously as she removed her skates.
Malcolm frowned. Jasmine and Sabrina had to have seen him fall unceremoniously on his behind. It was embarrassing that he hadn’t been able to master rollerblading. It disarmed him. Usually he was good at everything. “It was great, Ms. Jazzy.” Malcolm gave a half-hearted smile. Jasmine chuckled as she walked away to return her skates.
Sabrina glanced over at him and found no malice in his smile or tone. “Don’t worry,” she said, patting his knee. “You made a gallant effort.”
“C’mon, I was terrible.” He wasn’t too proud to admit the truth. He stunk!
