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Half an hour later, a knock at the door startles her. “Come in,” she softly answers.

Malone steps into the bathroom, appearing quite large and overbearing surrounded by everything floral and feminine, makeup, hairdryer, bath and body products, he looks totally out of place. Nikki covers her bodily essentials with her washcloth, glancing around to make sure she didn’t leave any undergarments scattered on the floor.

“Yes?” she asks, making sure her breasts are covered. The punani is securely covered by mountains of bubbles, her washcloth not quite doing the job, Nikki places her hands over her breasts.

Look at her, trying to be modest, Malone thinks, just makes her look sexy, more alluring. Any other woman would’ve had her legs open so wide you would think she was about to give birth to twins! Oh, what to do
with Nix? My man, Ty messed up royally, his lost, my gain.

“Making sure you were doing as told.” He sits on the toilet seat, uncomfortably, with clasped hands, peering at her.

“I’m taking a bath,” she announces.

“I can see that,” he nods. Malone grabs a tangerine-colored washcloth out of the wicker basket and commences to lathering it up with shea butter soap, washing her back, gently as if she might break at his touch.

“Thank you,” she says, leaning forward.

“My pleasure,” Malone replies. His hands glide up and down her back. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” He was like a big ol grizzly bear, his size made him seem ferocious, dangerous but his tender actions proved that he had a little bit of a tender side.

“No, you’re not hurting me.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“Baby, I gave you my word. We will get through this together.”

“I don’t want to get through it, I just want to die. Crawl under a rock and wait for death to kick in.”

“You don’t mean that-“

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.” Malone speaks, with a harsh voice. “And I’ll tell you why. You have a beautiful little boy who is going to need you to tell him how great and honorable his Uncle Jay is. Only you, baby will be able to tell him stories about growing up with Jay, so that he can adapt those same principles and morals.

He stands up to his full height. “I want you to finish up. There’s something for you in that pink bag by the sink. Get dressed and meet me in the room.” She nods her head.

“No. We do not nod our head anymore. I thought we were past that stage.”

“Get out of here so I can clean my butt.”

Hmmm, I wonder what he has planned. Malone acting like he’s gonna get some sex. I don’t think so, buddy. He’s gonna have to work much harder than buying a few things at Sak’s Fifth Avenue. I want to be wined, dined, romanced. No more Ty means no more wham bam, good night. Plus, he’s white, so you know Malone’s not packing like a brotha, and if by chance he is, then jack rabbit sex is gonna be involved. Thanks, but no thanks! So you might as well put the box of condoms back on the shelf, lover boy. The most you’ll get to do tonight is cop a feel and kiss me goodnight.

The moment she steps into her bedroom all previous thoughts evaporate into thin air, like poof! Shoot, jack rabbit sex might have to do. Her bedroom and sitting area are engulfed with white candles from The Body Shop inside of tabletop hurricane vases, a whiff of the scent reveals a fragrance of fresh rain on a beautiful spring day, the mood lighting casts a magical glow both enticing and inviting to her. The bed is completely covered with peach rose petals courtesy of his mom’s online store petalsbymadison.com, with a single peach rose strategically placed on her pillow. This is the most romantic thing I have ever witnessed, she thinks dreamily to herself. The fabric covering her canopy bed moves slightly against the cool breeze. The shadow makes the silk dance on the walls like long lost lovers.

Wearing a rose-inspired, Dolce & Gabbana chemise that Malone terrorized all the sales reps seeking, looking for the perfect ensemble for Nix, she steps deeper into the room. She takes calculated advances toward this handsome man as he sits in a dark corner of the room. He watches her every move, her reaction from the moment she opened the door to the look of surprise as her eyes swept the décor and finally resting on him, sitting in the chair, her mouth agape. The look she gave him was as if he was the only man alive. Malone fixates his attention on her every movement, from the sway of her hips, the way her breasts jiggle, even the way she stood, one leg profiling, while the other bent seductively, girlish like. My God, her beauty leaves me speechless; he thinks so loud to himself, he thought she might’ve heard him.

“Did you say something, Malone?” she asks.

“Come here, sweetness.”

She walks toward him, and without thinking drops to her knees, crawling to him. Her breasts jut right along with her, ass sticking out in the open air, the length of the material halts just so, leaving much to the imagination. This is too much, Malone thinks. He rearranges himself, like whoa.

Nikki begins her journey to him. Now what are you going to do with all of that man once you get over there? Better think of something quick. Damn, his thing looks like its about to come out of his pants! Guess that eliminates the Eeny Weeny Whiteboy Penis Theory.

She looks seductively into his grayish-blue eyes, becoming lost in them, like a stranded ship out at sea waiting to be rescued, saved, from the waves and man-eating sharks. Still on her knees, her hands on each of his thighs, she rubs her hands up and down to fight off the nervousness she was feeling. Licking her full lips, she stares deep into his eyes, knowing that there is no turning back. Malone pulls her close to him, wrapping his powerful arms around her. He gently strokes her hair as if he never touched a woman’s hair before.

Her lips part as his tongue eases inside of her mouth, tasting his tongue, she feels a shudder of excitement trickle down her back. He kisses her hungrily, with passion and a fervor that held no limitations. It was like being away from someone for an eternity and then finally seeing them again, you want to hold onto them and never let them go, fearful that if you blinked an eye, they would disappear once again, for another lifetime. Never to be seen again. To feel that touch. Well, that’s the feeling that transpired for these two. She removes his shirt, kissing his chest and neck as they are exposed for her to do as she wished.

He whispers in her ear, “I’ve missed you.”

Opening her mouth to speak, she stutters, “I, uh, I…”

“Tell me, Nix. Talk to me, tell me what you’re feeling. Its just me and you here.”

I don’t want to tell him what I’m really thinking. Yeah, Malone, I want to like marry you and have ALL of your children. She answers, “I feel like we’ve been here before. Together.” She looks on at him, hoping he felt the same thing. They kiss again just because their lips missed each other. They stand together, he presses her up against the wall, kissing her sensually, Nikki’s body trembles as their combined lust intensifies.

Nikki wraps her legs around him, grinding herself against his throbbing erection. I’m about to explode out of my pants, if she don’t slow down, he thinks to himself, his heart beating a mile a minute.

“Oh, Malone,” she moans, running her fingers through his hair.

He slides his hands down to feel the smoothness of her bottom, his fingers grab her to pull her in as close as possible. Malone wants to feel her as if she was his second skin, a part of him. He runs his fingers all over her ass, very hypnotic like, in small, feathery, light circles.

Nikki lets out a gasp, the beginnings of an orgasm taking place, from Malone’s touch alone. Lowering her feet to the ground, he plants kisses down her neck on his way to showing her breasts the attention they deserve. He caresses each breast as his hot tongue and lips bathe each one. Nikki’s excitement grows as Malone’s mouth works its way down to taste the best dessert of all time. Better than Mom’s apple pie.

Malone gently parts her legs, giving him access to her beautiful sex. Slowly, he laps her up like an ice cream cone; her wetness excites him beyond reason. He picks up the pace as Nikki shivers at the slurping sounds generating from between her legs.

I can’t believe he’s doing that! I never let anyone go downtown on me. Maybe I should tell him to stop. Aw, hell no! This feels too good. Her mind drifts until Mr. Mann proves that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

He rolls her bud around with his tongue, pressing it between his lips, squeezing it ever so tightly enough to make her jump. Claiming ownership, he pulls her crotch into his face as he attacks her with his tongue, violating her in every imaginable way possible, her sweet juice dripping out over his tongue. He slides his fingers inside of her, pumping, slowly then faster and faster, running his fingers upwards like a hook, hitting every nerve on the way as he pulls out and slides his finger back in.

Her moans get louder, deeper, guttural. She has no control of this glorious, mind altering rollercoaster ride. Hearing her pant and feeling her writhe Malone kisses his way back up her tummy before locking into a passionate kiss with her again, as they kiss they feel their bodies touch, the heat, the excitement is damn near unbearable.

Nikki thinks to herself, I need to feel you deep inside of me.

While Malone thinks to himself as if answering her on cue, I will not disappoint you, but I’m not going in you just yet.

He positions himself behind her ass, caressing her softness and curves with his fingertips and with the back of his hands. Long strokes travel up from her thighs over her butt cheeks, and down again, moving up along the outside and down along the inside, feeling her lips on his way down. Nikki moans deeply experiencing this wondrous, luscious feeling. Give it to me, please, she begs mentally in an attempt to stir up some synergy.

Malone reaches over and embraces her from behind, his hands on her full breasts. Nikki feels his stiffness straining against the fabric of his trousers, pressing up against her mound. Malone nestles it between her ass, stroking back and forth. Exquisite torture.

They continue touching each other. Nikki faces Malone caressing his chest, slowly encircling his nipples with her hands and tongue. She’s driving me wild running her nails up and down like that, damn, that feels good, he thinks.

Nikki arches her back as he plants kisses on her inner thighs, her toes curling in anticipation of his touch. She reaches down and takes his head in her hands, guiding him up pass her “home” and kisses him again. He senses even more passion from her. He knew if he looked down at that very moment, he would see that his pants were probably already soaked from his pre-cum, she excited him just that much and then some.

Moments later she sets him free of his clothing, he stands there naked before her, as she wraps her fingers around his manhood, stroking its length and thickness, feeling the slick pre-cum over the tip. She gently works its silkiness down the shaft, leaning forward rubbing her lips on the head of his swollen cock. He moans as she does this, her soft lips touching him like this. His breathing quickens as Nikki accelerates her movements.

Sliding her hot mouth down onto him, tasting him for the first time, her hand cups and massages him, back and forth. She teases him with her teeth, tongue, mouth, hands while toying with the rhythm of her movements, fast, slow, hard, soft, furious and gentle.

She can feel his sense of excitement as he pulsates against her mouth, she swirls the tip of her tongue around the tip. The sensation of skin against skin, soft against hard, Malone simply cannot take it anymore.

He leans forward pushing her from him as his excitement reaches an ecstasy-bound plateau. He has more things he wants to explore on her lovely body. She feels his hand slide back up her body, pushing the lingerie completely off her body. Suddenly, she feels fully exposed, her legs spread wide and her body very naked. He looks deeply, even wildly into her eyes. “Nix, baby. I need to be inside of you. I want to feel all of you, make love to you.” Her fear is soon overcome by excitement. The moment the tip enters her domain she inhales anticipating the best is yet to come. She waits patiently, then bam, it hits her with such ferocity, she wants to feel every last inch of him all up in her body.

He feels so good inside of me like that, she thinks to herself.

Malone feels her hips roll as she wiggles beneath him, damn, did she just have an orgasm that quickly, he questions.

Reaching for a condom, Malone picks up that she does not require further encouragement. Without shame or hesitation they did things that night that one had only read about in books.

Hours later, laying next to each other, Malone props his head up, admiring her blissful glow. “What are you thinking about?” he asks.

Pausing, she looks at him, into his eyes, “I want to remember this moment, forever.” I love this man, she says internally at the very core of her heart. Ooh, that may be the awesome sex talking, but I will say that I love making love to him.

Bright and early the next morning, the sound of birds chirping and the sun blaring in the bedroom wake up Ms. Sleepyhead. Recalling the previous night’s events and early morning sessions, she smiles warmly to herself, basking in the feeling that for the very first time in her life, she was made love to, not fucked, screwed or sexed, but completely made love to as if she was the only woman on the planet. Moving her legs to stretch, she discovers that Malone left her with a nice little “ouch”, the kind of pleasurable pain that makes you feel as if your lover was still inside of you.

With careful movements, she reaches for a note left on her pillow, she props up in the bed, reading: “Good morning, sweetness, I want to make it clear, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world. Being away from you and Baby Jay the next couple of days is going to be rough. My interest is only for yours. I miss you already. We have to solidify some things when I return to make this a more permanent relationship. In the interim, work on your speech besides nodding and moaning. Love, your man, M.

Holding the note tightly in her hand, she grins, he said your man, thinking about his kisses, the feel of his body, his strength puts Nikki in a permanent state of total blisshood.

She prays silently, Dear Gods, all I ask is for a slice of a dream, that’s not much, is it? I always get the crumbs, and sometimes not that much. I want everything to go right for a change. No sadness, no tragedies, no fears, and for once…no tears.

The memory of Malone’s strong and loving touch lingers all over her, the intoxicating scent ever so mindful as she relives his kisses, the feel of him, his essence, arousing her walls to a wetness that wouldn’t quit. Malone put in some serious work last night, he hit all the spots and then some. I had numerous powerhouse orgasms, back to back that make you wanna say, I can die happily now, she reminisces.

Nikki finally caves in to her body’s calling and decides to take matters into her own hands. Slinking her hand down toward her mound, she feels the softness of her body, dipping one finger easily into the folds of her body, she lets out a low, soft moan. Mmmm, this is the best feeling in the world, so soft and wet. Getting the go-ahead from her body’s response to her fingers, Nikki dips her finger in deeper. BRRNNG! BRRNGGG! Damn phone interrupting my moment, she thinks. “Oh, just let me enjoy this a little bit longer, please.”

Reluctantly, reaching for the phone, “This better be an emergency.”

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