All of those thoughts that I pushed aside earlier kept coming back but I decided that I wouldn't let them ruin what was about to happen. Then I thought maybe nothing was about to happen and I was reading into it too much. By the time I settled my raging thoughts and decided to just go with the flow like I always do because this was not like me, we had reached his car. He opened the door for me and I gave him a questioning look. As if he read my mind he answered.
"We are going to my place." I just nodded at him and got in the car. I know I seemed calm about the situation but inner me was throwing a party for herself. He lived a few minutes away in an apartment building that was owned by the school. This was my first time over at a guys place so I didn't know what to expect but it was much cleaner than I thought it would be. He lived in a 1 bedroom apartment that gave you a really nice view of the city from the balcony. I set my things down on his couch and began to take everything out again.
I still had to finish the mock test. Even though I had a fine young man sitting in front of me I could not afford to fail. After 30 minutes I was done with the test. When I looked up Malakai was nowhere to be found I left the test on the table and packed my things away and played with my phone when I saw no signs of him. A few minutes later I heard footsteps and I looked up. Out walked a shirtless Malakai. I had to stop myself from dropping my jaw. His upper body was so toned and muscular. I'd give anything to be wrapped up in those arms with my face pressed against that chest.
"--Yra, Nyra." I blinked and remembered where I was at and what I was doing. I looked away embarrassed. I can't believe I was checking him out so blatantly.
"Um I finished the test."
"Okay let's go over it right now then." He comes over and sits right next to me. I swear this guy is trying to kill me. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. For the next few minutes he goes over the test with me and explains to me anything I got wrong. "Overall you did a good job." Those words once again did something to me, but I couldn't understand why.
"Thank you." My voice came out a little breathless. I saw something change in Malakai's eyes and next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I thought my first kiss would be something slow and passionate, but no this was completely opposite to that. He kissed me hard. He bit my bottom lip making me gasp and without another thought entered his tongue into my mouth.
The kiss was making me weak and many more other things. It was becoming hard to breathe so I pushed on his chest gently letting him know I needed a minute. He bit my lip one more time and backed away. But he didn't stop there. He took one hand and tangled it in my hair to get a good grip on it before pulling down exposing my neck to him. I moaned at the feeling.
Then he began to attack my neck by sucking and licking every inch that he could touch. All of this was new to me but I was loving every minute of it. I started to roam my hands over his chest wanting to feel him but before I could get too far he grabbed my hands.
"Nuh-uh that's not being a good girl." I didn't even have time to respond because he leaned me back, placing my hands above my head and held them there in a firm grip. He took this time to admire his view. Having his eyes on me made my nipples perk up which I knew he could see through my crop top since I wasn't wearing a bra. He leaned down and began teasing my neck again leaving a trail of kisses as he moved lower and lower.
When he got to my nipples he bit one and pinched the other with his free hand. I moaned loudly. If someone would've told me that I would be doing this a few weeks ago I would've laughed at them and called them crazy. When he finished with my nipples he continued trailing kissing down until he got to the waistband of my shorts. He stopped and looked up at me. At this point my breaths are coming out short and my head is a mess.
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Control
RomanceThis is a story about a man who loves control and a woman who craves to be controlled.
A Memory, Part III
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