Page 75 of You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty

“I’m not playing,” she said, her voice ragged. “I’m sure.”

Alim released her hair. “You’re sure?” He sounded like he was at the very edge of something, about to break or topple over.

Feyi bent her head forward, her braids cascading around his face, and cupped his jaw in her hands. She could barely think; being so close to him felt like a thousand welcome insanities against her skin. A breeze brushed over her collarbone and she felt so perilously alive.

“I’m sure, Alim.” She leaned her forehead against his, their breaths knotting together. “Please,” she whispered, and the word was barely out of her mouth before Alim’s tongue replaced it, his hands multiplying hungrily on her body, his teeth clashing against hers with how hard he was kissing her. Feyi shrugged off the dress and Alim tugged at the strap of her bra.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, kissing her neck, her collarbone.

It was a ridiculous idea. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, and he bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth, the gold rasping behind his teeth. Feyi gasped and clutched at his head, her fingers digging into his curls. Alim grabbed her ass and pulled her snug against him, so she could feel how hard he was, and Feyi couldn’t help grinding helplessly against him, soaked and aching. The sky was brightening around them and there were birds now, a stream of song somewhere behind the blood rushing in her ears.

Alim slid up to her throat, all mouth and teeth and tongue. She pulled at his shirt so he leaned back to take it off, ripping it over his head and tossing it aside. He stopped to look at her, almost naked in the dawn, almost riding him, and Feyi blushed at the pounding hunger and adoration in his eyes.

“We’re supposed to be watching the sunrise,” she said, running her fingernails lightly down his chest, grazing his nipples, trying to sound more controlled than she felt.

Alim’s eyes fluttered shut as he dug his fingers into her hips, grinding her against him, just as helpless and hungry. “Fuck the sun,” he said. “Tell me how far you want to go.”

Feyi reached down and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his joggers, meeting him all hard and velvet and dew-tipped. He’d been telling the truth, she noted with a smile, Joy would appreciate the confirmation.

Alim hissed in a breath and looked at her, searching her eyes as she pulled him out. “Feyi. Are you sure?”

She nodded, not breaking eye contact as she lifted herself a little and tugged her panties over to the side. “You’ve had a vasectomy and I got tested before flying out here.”

Alim’s breath was coming harsh and fast, his pupils dilated.

Feyi paused, hovering just over him. “Are you?” she asked.

The hunger in Alim’s face blurred into a sharp edge and his voice was strained. “Yes, sweetness. I’m good and tested over here.” His fingers were still digging into her hips, but he let Feyi control it as she sank onto him, sliding down in excruciating and wonderful fractions. She stopped halfway, her breath short and broken, because she wanted it to last longer, this moment, this first time.

“Oh, fuck.” Alim was breathing hard, his mouth against her shoulder. “You’re so tight.”

Feyi buried her face in his neck, against his salty skin. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” she teased, and Alim let out a scattered laugh.

“Don’t stop, I’m begging you.” He kissed her shoulder, then groaned out loud as Feyi slid all the way to the base, her body falling flush against his. “Ah, fuck, sweetness.” Alim wrapped her braids around his hand and pulled her head back to see her face.

“Look at me,” he said. “Look at me, darling.”

Feyi could hardly think. She felt like she was about to come just from being stretched around him, from the heat of his flesh filling her. Alim kissed her mouth, then raised her off him before pulling her back down and thrusting up, slamming them together. Feyi came immediately, crying out as she shook around him, and Alim pulled her even closer. “Yes, baby,” he crooned, then he flipped her over onto her back, pulled out, and entered her again, hard and fast. “Come for me.”

Feyi lost her breath and gasped out an incoherent moan as her orgasm folded over itself, waves and waves crashing through her, her braids spilling out against the blanket, the sky washing a light gold with seashell colors above her.

“I love hearing you make that sound,” Alim whispered against her ear, his lips brushing her skin as he pulled back. “Make it again.”

He slid back in, and Feyi bit into his shoulder to dampen the sounds she was making, even as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Alim pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, looking down at her as she writhed. “My God, you’re so beautiful like this.”

Feyi tried to turn her head to the side, but Alim smacked her thigh lightly.

“No, look at me. Always look at me. I want to see you.”

“Oh fuck, I hate you.” Feyi laughed, turning her head back and blushing. Alim slid a hand down between them, stroking her clit and watching her mouth fall open, the small whimpers fall out, the way her back arched.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, and he obliged, sliding in and out of her, his thumb whorling circles, her hips hungry and grinding until she was raking welts on his body with her nails, her eyes wide as he looked into them, falling, and even then, he didn’t stop.

“Yes,” Feyi moaned, a hand tight in his hair, “just like that, please, Alim,” and he was kissing her neck and shoulder, rocking against her till she put her lips to his ear and whispered, “Fuck, I’m coming again.”

“I’m with you,” he replied, their bodies frantic, and Feyi tightened her legs around him.

“Stay with me,” she gasped, and Alim clutched handfuls of the blanket beneath her, his other arm around the small of her back, crying out against her collarbone as he buried himself as deep in her as he could go, spasms rocking his flesh. Feyi’s body rippled around him and then they were spent, but he didn’t pull out, and she didn’t pull away. They lay in the clearing as the dawn made its way across the sky, holding each other tightly, like they’d just fallen through into another world and weren’t ready to let go yet.