Stunned was Malik’s word of choice. He was not sure he had heard her correctly. Three days ago, not even two minutes ago, Malik hadn’t thought he would own this moment. The woman he secretly admired, the woman he yearned for, the woman he had fallen in love with, had asked him to make love to her. He had waited what seemed a lifetime to hear those words, and now that they were spoken, he stood in front of her like a bump on a log. His pulse raced as the stark reality of what Margo said penetrated his brain. Looking at her, as she continued to stare at him, told him that the time was now if he ever planned on making this woman his.
Malik resisted the urge to swiftly scoop Margo up and take her straight to his bedroom and make love to her. He would take his time and savor the moment, giving her what he knew she needed in time.
“I love you, Margo,” Malik said.
He brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her lips. Margo leaned into him and kissed him back full on the lips. Their tongues mated, and before long, Malik’s body lay alongside Margo’s, the arm of the couch giving them support. Hungrily, they savored the taste of each other’s lips.
“I want you!” Malik cried out.
“I want you, too,” Margo responded.
Malik gently lifted Margo from the couch. He kissed her again as he hurriedly crossed the room and took her up the stairs to his bedroom. For the first time since Margo arrived at his place of business, Malik noticed her magenta, long-sleeved dress that hung right at the knees and defined her curves. She wore a smart pair of black pumps that accentuated the firm muscles in the calves of her legs.
She wrapped her arms around him, and they found each other’s tongues again. He embraced her and their bodies locked, making cylindrical designs in the carpet as they tap-danced in place during the mating call. Finally, Margo kicked her pumps away, dropping a couple of inches shorter than she was previously, and Malik found the zipper that opened possibilities yet to be discovered.
Margo wiggled out of her dress, exposing her lacey magenta underwear. A sexy teddy covered her bra and the high cut of her bikini panties accentuated the curves of her hips. Malik licked his lips as he watched Margo and removed his clothing at the same time.
Margo walked seductively, slowly dragging one foot in front of the other until she was directly in front of him. She gazed at the length of his body and threw her arms around him, rubbing her body against his. Now she had seen what others only imagined.
As much as Malik enjoyed Margo’s flirtatious advances, he was extremely surprised at her forwardness. He understood the reason she was with him, but he hoped that their being together was more than charity work. Malik loved a feisty woman who brought the passion with her-it cut down on half the work he had to do, but he was serious about his love for Margo, and he wanted this moment to be more than a one-night stand.
“Are you sure about this, Margo? I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
“I’m here, Malik. This is where I want to be-with you. Since the day you told me you loved me, I’ve been in constant turmoil with my feelings. It wasn’t until you said you loved me out loud that I realized I might have repressed my own feelings for you. But it also scared me because I wasn’t ready to announce to the world that I might be in love with another man when I had promised myself that I would be there for Jefferson.”
“What about Jefferson?” Malik asked, his tone serious.
“What about him?”
“Our confessions of love for each other mean that you’ll have to choose between me and Jefferson. It will be a difficult decision, but I’m sure you’ll make the right one.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want my reputation tossed around like it was in a bargain basement sale. My mind is already made up, Malik. Now, are you going to make love to me?”
Malik stared at this woman, who had thrown him off his elliptical course. She had his rapt attention, and he wasn’t going to waste any more time wondering what made her decide to make him a happy man. He took Margo’s hand and guided her to his bed with the overstuffed pillows that beckoned their bodies to become one.
Making love to Margo wasn’t as easy as Malik thought. The casual foreplay led him to believe that she was ready to make a serious commitment and they would be rumbling in the tumbler for a long while, but his heart sank when Margo seemed content to only lie with him and make small talk. It certainly wasn’t what he envisioned as making love. Malik wanted Margo for far more than what lay between her beautiful legs, but a sampling of what he expected to receive on the regular would be a good start.
She shared feelings about Malik that had lain dormant all the years he had spent time with her. If only he had known then what he knew now, he would have been more aggressive. Malik let Margo ramble until he was no longer listening, closing the doors of her lips with his own. She moaned.
Malik took Margo’s shoulders and squeezed them gently, slowly moving his hands down the length of her arms. He continued to taste her tongue as he did so, and she responded in kind, letting out a satisfied moan every few seconds. So far, so good. Malik grazed her breast then guided his hand down over her tiny waist and up the hill to an ample helping of hips and lingered a moment, satisfied when Margo spent another healthy moan.
Malik felt Margo’s hand move down the middle of his chest, circle his left breast and then the other. Feeling better about his route of travel, Malik lifted the edges of her lacy panties in the back and ran his hand along her smooth posterior, squeezing until she moaned again. There was no mistaking how aroused he was, and surely Margo knew it as well.
Suddenly, Malik shifted his body so that Margo was underneath him instead of on her side. Her eyes were still closed when he took a second to peek, and he took the opportunity to move in for the kill.
He slipped the straps of her bra from her shoulders and gently kissed the tops of her breasts as her hands moved to cover the tips of them. Whether she was shy or embarrassed, Malik was determined to cure Margo’s nerves. She clung to her breasts and shivered slightly but relaxed as Malik took control. Soon he was back to exploring, stopping to give her an occasional tongue lashing that she seemed to take with pleasure.
It was only a matter of minutes before their love for one another was consummated. Margo was better than Malik had ever dreamed, and although they were resting from a first go-round, Malik was ready for round two, three, maybe four. He was sure that Margo enjoyed it as much as he did. She seemed content as she lay in the hollow of his arm.
“What are we going to do now?” Margo asked Malik.
“What do you mean? If you’re ready for me to make love to you again, I’m ready. It was wonderful.” Malik kissed Margo on the lips.
Margo sat up. “What are we going to do about Jefferson?”
“We’re going to tell him that we’re in love with each other,” Malik replied.
“Are you in love or did you…did we…merely satisfy some lustful feeling that we have been harboring for sometime?”
Surprise registered on Malik’s face. Surprise became concern. “Margo, I love you. This wasn’t some conquest to put a notch on my belt. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. It may be wrong, but Jefferson doesn’t deserve you.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s right.”
“Listen to me. I’m the one who loves the woman who deserves much more than what she is getting. This is not a game to me, Margo, and so you know, I’m playing for keeps.”
“Oh, Malik, I don’t know. I promised Jeff…”
“Don’t you feel the same way, Margo? When you came here, you gave me the impression that you had come to a decision about your life with Jefferson. It was music to my ears because I’ve waited a long time for you to come to the realization that we were meant to be together.”
“Malik, there is no doubt that you have been there for me the five years that Jefferson was in prison. In fact, you’ve made me feel like a whole woman.”
“That didn’t happen until today. Shhhhhh,” Malik said, bringing his finger to his lips. “Let me make love to you again. Let me take care of you. I love you,” he whispered in her ear, fondling and pressing his nose up against her hair. “Your hair smells so good. You may not know this, but every time I was near you, I’d smell your hair. It always smells like honeysuckle.”
Margo smiled. “You may not have known this, but I remembered the times you would get close to me and smell my hair. I often wondered what I would do if I had someone who was that attentive to me. Jefferson used to be that and more, but something happened in our lives to push him off track. Yes, Malik, I remember-I believe it was
