19: Ride or die

I hadn’t stopped smiling since my second orgasm. My pussy was sore but in a good way. There were many other ways to have fun without sex, and we were both learning that. I dished our breakfast into two plates and dropped them on the tray. The footsteps pounding against the floor made me spin.

“Malik,” I almost growled. He still looked weak. I should have allowed him a few hours of recovery before riding his face. I pointed at the door. “Back to the room.”

He smirked. “Bossy.”

My resolve weakened as Malik stepped forward and pried the tray from me to drop it on the counter. I stood still as he drew me into an embrace. His hands moved lower and lower until they were cupping my ass.

“I thought you left for work,” he muttered.

“Why would I do that?” I asked, stepping out of his arms before the contact muddled my brain. “I told you to get some rest, didn’t I, Malik? You’