Anyway, I had hangers to buy and an outfit to pick out formy man and a party to get ready for.
There was no time for tears.
ChapterSeventeen
The Only Dream I Had Was You
“C’mere, baby,” Dariusmurmured.
My eyes went to him first.
Looking up those ridged abs and swelling pecs to hishandsome, lazy face, I had no choice.
Even though I was into what I was doing, I slipped his cockout of my mouth, and kissing my way there, I crawled up his body.
Once I got there, both his hands went into my panties at mybehind, those and my bra the only things I was wearing (sunshine yellow, likemy mood of late), and he muttered, “These off.You on.”
I felt my eyes go hooded as I dipped to the side, wheeledoff my panties, then climbed back on.
I positioned him and took him, sinking down, Darius sinkingin, filling me, and my spine arched, my head falling back.
I started moving and Darius spanned my hips with his hands.
“Slow.Look at me.”
I looked to him and moved slow.
“Christ, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured.
“You are too.”
His mouth curved, then he caught his lip in his straight,white teeth when I tilted my hips on a downward slide.
“Fuck,” he bit.
“Okay?”
His fingers dug in.“Fuck yeah.”
I moved and watched him, felt him, smelled him, reveled inhim.
He watched me, the tensing and releasing of his fingersencouraging my movements, controlling my rhythm.
Finally, his hand slid over my hip and in, his fingerhitting the spot, and I had no choice.I bounced faster, harder.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled.
“I wanna kiss you,” I told him.
“I want your show,” he replied.
His finger put on more pressure.
My head fell back again.
He got his show.
“Yeah, arch into it, Malia,” he grunted, his hips nowthrusting up.
