I awake the next morning and stretch, my body sore from the deliciously deviant acts of the night before and a wide grin on my face. Why had I hesitated before? All these years I’ve deprived myself of this world, but then I remember why. I had good reason, and maybe it just took the right man. Is that Malakai? It certainly seems so. I look over to his side of the bed and see it empty, but smell the aroma of coffee wafting through the loft.

I slip out of the bed and pad down the hall to living area, noticing my clothes folded neatly in a recliner, shoes sitting on the floor next to it.

“Good morning, love,” I hear Malakai say from the kitchen.

“Mmm, good morning,” I smile at him and amble in his direction. He hands me a cup of coffee across the breakfast bar of the kitchen and a bowl with assorted creamer and sweetener packets. I fix it to my liking with vanilla creamer and some sugar, then take in the scent. This, alone, has awakened some of my senses.

Malakai chuckles while he doctors his own mug of caffeine. He’s dressed in drawstring pajama pants and is bare chested, letting me see what I’d only imagined the night before. A strong, broad chest. Smooth, dark brown skin. Abs for days. I wanted to lick him up and down. He catches me looking, and I feel my entire body flush with heat. He walks around the bar and takes my hand, leading me back up the stairs to the bedroom. Once inside, he sets his cup of coffee down on the dresser and opens the second drawer from the top. He grabs one of the many folded tee shirts and tosses it on the bed.

“Come here, Carrie. Your body is sinfully beautiful, but oh so distracting.” He says, his voice dripping with adoration. He takes my coffee cup as well, setting it next to his, and pulls me over by the bed. “Arms up.” And he proceeds to dress me in one of his articles of clothing. One date. One fuck, which by the way was so much more than that, and Malakai has already inserted a piece of himself into my soul. I have never felt so utterly possessed by a man, so cherished, after such a short period of time.

“Do you work today, love?” He asks, interrupting my reverie.

“No, my job is only part time, remember? I usually only work Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I’d left early yesterday, because I was a bit … distracted. My boss told me I could make the time up if I want, but I have to make sure I am in the right headspace.”

“Distracted, huh?” Malakai teases.

“Yes, well …”

“I want to take you somewhere. It’s another surprise, but don’t be nervous.”

“Not at all,” I respond, curious.

“Okay well let’s get cleaned up, and I will take you downstairs to get some fresh clothes. You can dress comfortably for what I have planned.”

“Yes, Sir”

“Carrie,” he chuckles, “in everyday conversation, just call me Malakai.”

“Of course,” I grin.

***

The hot water of Malakai’s spacious shower has the entire bathroom feeling like a sauna. We step in through the glass doors, and he pins me to the shower wall, arms above me, consuming me with a deep kiss. He pulls away momentarily, our breaths heaving with lust.

“I thought we were in here to get clean,” I quip.

“But getting dirty is so much more fun. I like you dirty.” Malakai pulls me away from the wall to the adjacent bench. “Sit, love.” He looks at me with a depraved and starving look, stroking his now hard cock. “Open your mouth and worship me. I want to feel your tongue, your throat, enveloping my hardness.”

Staring at his beautiful, hard, brown-skinned dick, my mouth starts to water. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment. What it would feel like sliding in and out of my mouth. How it would taste to feel his cum shoot down my throat. I prop my mouth open, and he takes my jaw in his hand, guiding that magnificent piece slowly across my tongue. As Malakai gets his cock all the way to the back, he takes his hand off my jaw and places it on top of my head, into my wet hair, holding firmly. He begins to pick up speed.

“Put your hands behind your back, Carrie. Fuck, your mouth feels so good, like heaven.” Malakai groans out. He continues pushing to the back of my throat, threatening to gag me. My hands are itching to stroke the base at the gap where my lips don’t quite touch his pelvis, but I remain a good sub and keep them clasped at the small of my back.

“Carrie, bring one of your hands around, and play with yourself. I want to see you shatter with me. I didn’t get to see your face while you came last night, so I want to see that look of bliss now.”

I bring my right hand forward, and begin to rub my hard, aroused clit. My pussy is soaking wet, and not just from the shower water. This intimate, oral act has always been something that’s turned me on the most. I gain momentum, close to the edge, and glance up at Malakai with a look that signals my impending climax.

“You’re close. I can see it in your expression,” he responds gruffly. “I am almost there. Almost. Let’s come together. Now, Carrie.” Malakai spills a salty stream into the back of my throat as my orgasm sends shockwaves throughout my body, weakening all my muscles. I swallow everything he has to give. He pulls out of me, a lazy grin growing on his handsome face. “Wow. Just…wow.” He rubs his bald head, attempting compose himself while I lean back on the bench, breathing deeply.

“Now, it’s time to get clean,” he responds, that lazy grin breaking out into a gleaming smile. We finish cleaning each other up, stealing flirtatious glances often.

After drying off and pulling on black boxer-briefs, Malakai dresses in a baby blue V-neck tee that shows off his broad chest and firm biceps, dark wash jeans and grey Converse sneakers. I dress in my clothes from the night before, and he escorts me downstairs to my apartment to allow me to dress in clean, comfortable clothes.

Entering my loft, I rush up the stairs and quickly throw my hair up in a bun. Rummaging through my closet, I grab a pair of cropped jeans, black flats, and a pink and white tank top. I pull a pair of white, lacey boy shorts from my top dresser drawer and put my ensemble together. Finding my black, crossbody bag, I transfer all my necessities from my clutch to my everyday purse. Before heading back downstairs to the waiting Malakai, I quickly brush my teeth to make sure I am minty fresh.

“All ready,” I call as I rush down into the hallway then the living area. Malakai is checking something on his cell, grinning like a loon.

“What’s the look for?” I ask.

“Just making sure everything goes as planned, love.”

“Well, okay then. Let’s get going.”

“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” he winks at me. This man makes me melt with every look, be it sweet, commanding or playful. I am putty where he is concerned.

“Yes, of course,” I giggle out.