Make You Feel

Chapter 7

There she stood.

Head high, shoulders back, demanding attention.

A lightning strike briefly illuminated the dark room and Ahmir caught a glimpse of the goddess standing seductively in the doorway. She sported nothing but her glistening chocolate skin and six inch red pumps. Ahmir's manhood hardened at the mere sight of this work of art. He perceived Malaysia's body as a sanctuary and he was anxious to praise in her holy temple.

Slowly, Malaysia stalked towards Ahmir, as a predator would his prey. The sound of her heels meeting the floor harmonized with the raindrops that were lightly pelleting the window. Ahmir watched her intensely, never breaking eye contact. Placing one foot on the bed, Malaysia began to stimulate herself, creating figure eights with her index and middle finger. Softly moaning, Malaysia threw her head back in pure ecstasy. Ahmir could not help but to stroke himself. Her sexual aura had him in a trance and his dick throbbed as he watched her honey suckle trickle from her forbidden fruit.

Tired of being teased, Ahmir pulled her on top of him. He kissed her slow, letting his lips linger on hers for a bit. Then with each kiss, his hunger to dive into her wetness intensified and the urgency to know what the depths of her humble adobe felt like increased. He flipped her over and held her arms above her head. Starting with her neck, he licked and nibbled on her delicate skin. Lightning flashed again as Ahmir sent electrifying chills throughout Malaysia's body. Reaching the end of his trail, Ahmir had arrived at his destination. Her swollen plum. With a flick of his tongue, he grazed her clitoris causing her to shudder beneath him. One flick became two then two became three and when he figured he was done toying with her, he sucked on her jewel. Arched back, Malaysia gripped his head as her mouth formed into an O.

The rainfall became heavy.

"I want you inside." Speaking the first words of the night, Malaysia couldn't take this torture anymore. More than willing to oblige, Ahmir penetrated Malaysia's womanhood. She gasped at the sudden entrance.

"Fuck." Ahmir huffed. Her river was overflowing and it engulfed him with every gentle stroke.

Their eyes met again. Another lightning strike.

This was different for the both of them. Neither one of them has ever felt this before. This feeling. This fire. This passion. Every time Ahmir entered her, Malaysia felt it in her chest. This was more than just two people getting their rocks off, this was more intimate.

"Go harder."

Thunder resonated throughout the room as Ahmir thrusted himself harder and deeper into her plum.

"Argh!" she yelled out in pain as she scratched his back. It felt so good. It felt so right. Ahmir fastened his pace a little and Malaysia matched his rhythm. Soon they became one. One rhythm, one beat, one person.

"I love you." More lightning. It was almost as if the very forces of nature were validating Malaysia's words. Gazing into her dark brown orbs, Ahmir saw the sincerity.

"I love you too." Malaysia caressed his cheeks.

Ahmir couldn't help but to admire her. How could something so beautiful and delicate as Malaysia love him? And how could he possibly love her back? Those thoughts circulated through Ahmir's mind. Never in a million did he think that the depths of his soul could feel so connected to another being. Was she what Ahmir was missing all along?

Malaysia kissed him all over his face and soon her kisses became licks.

"Come on lay stop" Ahmir chuckled. But she didn't. Soon his face was covered in saliva and then he realized that it was all a dream and his daughter, a blue nose pitbull, Bella was attempting to awake him from his slumber.

"Damn." was all Ahmir could muster up to say. It was so vivid. So real. He could feel the heat of Malaysia's body next to him and it was all a dream? Ahmir shook his head. He barely knew this woman and she already had his mind gone. This made him want her even more.

Bella barked at Ahmir, breaking him away from his thoughts and he petted her. She must have sensed that another girl had consumed his thought.

"Aw, Bella you jealous?" He asked as he got of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Bella simply wagged her tail excitedly and followed him.

Today was Ahmir's day off and he knew how it would be spent: constantly thinking of Malaysia.

Malaysia laid in her childhood bedroom, thinking about her life. How did she get here? Malaysia had been doing good on her own until she allowed Randall to infiltrate her world. Never did she have to stress about paying her bills or wonder when her next meal would be. Nor did she ever have to stress so much over a man. When dudes gave her a hard time, she would be swift with cutting them off. But not Randall. He filled that empty mass in her life, in her heart. He gave her that love of a man that she fiend for.

But what now?

Emptiness again.

Malaysia was beginning to grow weary of meeting the same person in different forms, different sizes. It seemed like she couldn't shake him. No matter to whom she lent her time to, he always seemed to resurface. The one that fucks her over every time.

Malaysia sighed and rolled over then glanced at the clock. It was twelve noon on a Sunday. Getting out of bed, she decided to visit the root of all her problems.

Malaysia knew he would be here. This hadn't been the first time she visited this park after the incident that broke her heart at the tender age of seven.

Even though his daughters were grown, he still came to this park every Sunday, now with his grandkids in tow. Malaysia stung with jealousy as she watched him, overjoyed in the company of his grandkids. All she ever wanted was for this man to love her and he wouldn't even look at her. His own flesh and blood. Malaysia's heart grew heavy at the thought of him not accepting her.

After sitting and watching him play and laugh with his grandkids, it became clear to Malaysia that Jamal Newton had been the source of all her pain.

A lone tear slid down her cheek.

Malaysia noticed him wander off to a nearby bench and every fiber of her being wanted to just go and haul off on his ass for causing her so much misery. She wanted to curse him and hurt him verbally and physically. Malaysia desired to bear all of the agony she carried for those sixteen years onto and see if he'll be able to carry it. But she sat glued to her own bench. She didn't want to get arrested over this man. It wasn't worth it and he wasn't worthy of her presence. Gathering up her things she left and sat in her car.

Sifting through her purse, she pulled out a card.

"Ahmir Harrison." Malaysia read aloud.

For minutes she sat, contemplating on whether should she call him or not. Jamal and Randall had her in a state of vulnerability. Did she really want to take herself through that again? And so soon? "Protect your heart, Laysia" she told herself.

"This man probably laid up with another female and not even thinking about me." With that she tossed the card in the back seat and drove off into the bright Miami afternoon.