Chapter 149: Home is where the Home is
Shisui quietly stepped into their dimly lit bedroom, her heart aflutter as she took in the sight of Malik, peacefully asleep. The soft glow from a nearby candle flickered, casting dancing shadows across the room. She couldn't help but admire his glowing skin, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. It was a rare moment of tranquility in their otherwise chaotic lives.
As Shisui moved closer, she noticed the subtle tension in his brow, as if he was caught in the grip of some distant worry. She gently placed a hand on his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin. The touch seemed to ease his expression slightly, and she smiled, relieved.
Leaning down, she pressed a tender kiss to his temple, her lips lingering for a moment. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She notices him still in his clothes and strips him to make him more comfortable
As Shisui carefully unbuttoned Malik's shirt, her fingers brushed against his firm chest. The action felt intimate and familiar, a silent promise of the love and care that still bound them despite the chaos that often swirled around them. His breathing remained steady, unaware of her gentle ministrations.
She slid the shirt off his shoulders, revealing more of his dark skin. Her fingers traced his chest, a silent appreciation of resilience that defined him. She then moved to his pants, unfastening them and slowly pulling them down. His legs twitched slightly in his sleep, but he remained unconscious.
Once he was fully undressed, Shisui took a moment to admire the man she loved. His body, soft and fat, she ran her hand over him.
As Shisui's hand glides over Malik's soft and pliant form, her heart swells with affection. The dim candlelight creates a serene atmosphere, casting a warm glow that highlights every curve and contour of his relaxed body. She gently tucks the blanket around him, ensuring he is comfortable and secure.
Stepping back, she takes a moment to appreciate the quiet beauty of the scene. The flickering candlelight dances across the room, casting shadows that seem to tell stories of their shared past. Memories flood her mind.
Shisui felt the weight of the day's events slowly melt away as she began to undress, the candlelight reflecting off her glistening skin. Her hands moved deftly, first unfastening the clasp of her bra, releasing her ample breasts. They fell free, large and round, with dark nipples already hardened from the cool air. She sighed contentedly, appreciating the simple pleasure of being bare-chested.
Next, she slipped out of her skirt, revealing her hairy legs and the soft, dark curls at the apex of her thighs. She had always been proud of her natural beauty, unashamed of the hair that adorned her body. Her armpits, a thick carpet of dark hair, caught the light as she raised her arms to slip the shirt over her head, and she smiled at the sensation of the fabric brushing against her skin.
Standing completely nude, Shisui felt a surge of liberation. The candlelight illuminated every detail of her form, highlighting the soft curves and the natural hair that made her uniquely herself. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, feeling a deep connection to her body and the life she had built with Malik.
She then turned her attention back to Malik, who continued to sleep peacefully. The tranquility of the moment was almost sacred, a rare respite from the storms they often faced together. She moved closer to the bed, her steps silent on the soft rug beneath her feet, and slid under the covers next to him.
As she settled in, she wrapped an arm around his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. She let out a contented sigh, the sound muffled by the blanket, and closed her eyes, savoring the closeness. The warmth of his body Shisui felt the warmth of Malik's body envelop her, a comforting presence that made her heart swell. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing, grounded her in this moment of intimacy. She let her head rest on his shoulder, her hair fanning out over the pillow like a dark halo.
For a while, she simply savored the quiet. The only sound was the faint crackling of the candle, the gentle hiss of its wax dripping. But as she lay there, her mind began to drift back to their shared history, the laughter and the tears, the challenges they had faced together and the love that had carried them through.
As the minutes stretched into an hour, Shisui's fingers began to explore the contours of Malik's body. She traced the lines of his face, his chest, and the softness of his arms.
Shisui's heart pounded in her chest as she wrestled with her desires. Her body was on fire, her hairy pussy throbbing with need, and her nipples were painfully hard against Malik's firm chest. She felt the slickness between her legs and knew that resisting was futile. Yet, she hesitated, torn between the desire to wake him and the tender moment they were sharing.
Her fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing the outline of Malik's jaw and the curve of his lips. His breath was warm against her skin, mingling with the scent of their shared life. The intimacy of the moment was almost unbearable, her body aching for the release that only he could give her.
Her decision made, Shisui's hand slid lower, finding the edge of Malik's boxers. She began to stroke him through the fabric, her touch feather-light, a teasing prelude to what was to come. His body stirred, reacting to her touch, and she watched with satisfaction as his breathing deepened, his arousal growing.
"Malik," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her hand moved with deliberate slowness, her fingers tracing the length of him, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her touch. The room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the soft rustle of sheets and her own shallow breaths.
Malik shifted, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at her, confusion and desire mingling in his gaze. "Shisui?" he murmured, his voice a sleepy rumble.
She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
Your touch is electric, Malik thought as he felt Shisui's lips pressing against his. Her kiss was urgent and passionate, a stark contrast to the gentle way she had woken him. Her fingers tightened around him, her grip firm yet tender. The sensation was overwhelming, and he found himself fully awake, drawn into the moment with an intensity that made his head spin.
Shisui pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her own glistening with a mixture of desire and love. "I missed you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. Malik could see the sincerity in her eyes, the depth of her feelings for him clear as day. He reached up to touch her face, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
"I missed you too," he replied, his voice thick with longing.
Malik's hand moved to the small of Shisui's back, pulling her closer. Her hair fell like a curtain around them, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, connected by a bond that transcended words.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. Shisui's breath hitched as Malik's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour. His touch ignited a fire within her, a desire that could no longer be contained.
She pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, her own filled with a primal hunger. "Make love to me," she demanded, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine.
Malik's heart pounded in his chest as he responded to her request.
Malik's hands slid down Shisui's back, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. Her breasts, heavy and firm, pressed against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive. The heat from her body enveloped him, a comforting and arousing presence.
He ran his fingers through her hair, savoring the silky texture and the way it spread out like a dark halo around her face. Her eyes, dark and intense, held his gaze, revealing the depth of her desire.
"I've dreamt of this moment," Malik murmured, his voice laced with reverence. "Being with you like this..."
Shisui's lips curved into a seductive smile, her eyes shimmering with mischief. "Then let's make it unforgettable," she whispered, her voice filled with a promise of pleasure to come. "Spread your legs, my love, let me see you before I take you!" Malik said pulling on her nipples,
Malik's fingers tugged gently on Shisui's nipples, feeling her gasp and arch her back, pressing her breasts more firmly against his chest. Her hips rocked slightly, grinding against him, the friction making her moan with pleasure.
His other hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist and then slipping between her thighs. He found her already soaking wet, the heat from her body almost scalding his fingers. Shisui's breath hitched as he began to tease her clit, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "Just like that..."
Malik's touch was deliberate and skilled, his fingers working in slow, deliberate circles around her swollen clit. But Malik pulled back, waiting for her to open herself for him so he could enter her fully.
Shisui's body trembled with anticipation, her legs spread wide as she eagerly awaited Malik's next move. Her eyes were dark with desire, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watched him intently.
Malik leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Do you trust me?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
"Yes," Shisui replied, her voice barely a whisper. Her trust in him was absolute, and she knew that whatever he had in mind would bring her to new heights of pleasure.
Malik's fingers continued their slow, teasing circles, driving Shisui to the brink of ecstasy. Just as she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, he stopped, leaving her gasping with need.
"Please," she begged, her voice laden with desperation.
Malik's smile was tender as he leaned in to whisper, "Patience, my love. All good things come to those who wait."
He positioned himself between her legs, his fingers still playing lightly over her sensitive skin. Shisui could feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest, every nerve ending on high alert as she awaited his next move.
Malik's eyes locked onto hers, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he guided himself inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat and tightness of her body enveloping him completely. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the soft sounds of their bodies coming together.
He began to move, each thrust deliberate and measured, designed to draw out every ounce of pleasure for both of them.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust and retreat creating a symphony of moans and sighs. The world outside faded away as they became lost in each other, their connection deepening with every passing moment. Shisui's nails dug into Malik's back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.
Malik's pace quickened, driven by the intensity of their shared passion. His heart pounded in his chest, every beat matching the rhythm of their lovemaking. He leaned in closer, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, their breaths mingling as they surrendered to the moment.
Shisui broke the kiss, her head thrown back, her body arched as she let out a low, guttural moan. The sound sent a surge of desire through Malik, pushing him to the brink. But before Malik came, he pulled out wanting to cum on her bush,
Malik's eyes darkened with a primal intensity as he pulled out of Shisui, his movements swift and deliberate. Her legs were still spread wide, her body glistening with sweat, and her chest heaved with the force of her breaths.
With a final, possessive look, Malik positioned himself over her, his gaze never leaving hers. His hand moved to his own throbbing cock, gripping it firmly as he started to stroke himself.
Shisui's eyes blazed with desire as she watched him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She reached down to touch herself, her fingers sliding over her own slick folds in time with Malik's strokes. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance as old as time itself.
Malik's hand moved faster, each stroke bringing him closer to release.
As Malik's hand moved with practiced precision, his eyes locked onto Shisui's, the intensity in her gaze fueling his desire. Her fingers danced over her own body, mirroring his movements, their synchrony adding to the eroticism of the moment.
Suddenly, Malik let out a low growl, his body tensing as he felt the familiar surge of pleasure. He let go, his release spilling onto Shisui's bush, marking her with his essence. Her own climax followed quickly, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.
For a moment, they simply lay there, their breaths mingling in the still air, their bodies intertwined. The world outside ceased to exist as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"I love you," Malik whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Shisui's eyes fluttered open, her gaze softening as she looked up at Malik. "I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and tenderness. She reached up to trace the contours of his face, her fingers lingering on the curve of his jawline.
Malik leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. Their breaths mingled, a testament to their deep connection. When they finally broke apart, they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the intimate moment.
Outside, the moon casts a soft glow through the window, creating a serene ambiance in the room. Shisui's fingers continued to explore Malik's body, tracing patterns on his chest, a silent declaration of her love and devotion.
"Get your cock back inside me, I'm not done yet,"
Shisui's voice was a soft purr, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. She shifted her hips, urging Malik back between her legs.
Malik's heart pounded in his chest as he looked down at Shisui, her body inviting him back into the warmth of her embrace. His desire was still strong, fueled by her words and the unmistakable longing in her eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, he positioned himself once more, his eyes never leaving hers as he guided himself inside her.
Their connection was electric as they began to move together, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both familiar and new. Malik's strokes were slow and deliberate at first, each one designed to bring Shisui to the brink of ecstasy.
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Malik couldn't take his eyes off of Sakura, who stood there radiating a mix of confidence and vulnerability under the moonlight. Her spicy pink pajamas clung to her fit frame, accentuating every curve and dip. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure as his heart pounded in his chest.
"Sakura," he began, his voice slightly hoarse, "I... I wasn't expecting to see you like this."
Sakura's bright green eyes glinted mischievously, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh? And how was I supposed to look for a late-night visit?" she teased, her tone dripping with amusement.
Malik chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know... More... never mind." "How are you love?" Malik asks as he slips one hand over her small breasts,
"Sakura's breath hitches slightly at the unexpected sensation. She looks up at Malik with a mixture of surprise and something more tender. "I'm doing well, Malik. Just having some trouble sleeping," she admits, her voice softer now.
Malik's hand lingers, feeling the heat from her skin and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. "Well, maybe I can help with that," he says, his voice dropping to a deeper, more intimate tone. He leans in closer, his lips capturing hers in a slow, passionate kiss that sends a shiver down Sakura's spine.
Sakura responds eagerly, her arms wrapping around Malik's neck as she pulls him closer. Their kisses deepen, their bodies melding together as if they were made for each other." Malik's other hand moves from her shoulder to the small of her back, pulling her even closer. He can feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her pajamas, and it ignites something primal within him.
Sakura moans softly into the kiss, her body responding to Malik's touch. Her fingers find the back of his head, threading through his hair as she deepens the connection between them. The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in each other.
Malik slowly breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against Sakura's. Her eyes are half-closed, and she looks completely at ease in his arms. "Are you sure you're alright?" he murmurs, concern etching his features.
Sakura nods, opening her eyes fully to gaze up at him. "Yes, I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep." Malik pushes his hard penis into her stomach, "I could really use your tongue right now."
Malik's words send a jolt of desire through Sakura, making her heart race. She looks down at his straining form, feeling the heat and hardness of his manhood pressing against her. Her breath catches in her throat as she experiences a mix of emotions, the primal lust intertwined with a deep and profound love for him.
Sakura's hands move instinctively to the waistband of Malik's pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. She feels him shiver slightly as her fingers make contact with his skin, and she glances up to see him watching her with hungry, intense eyes. She pushes his pants down to his ankles, revealing the hardness.
Malik steps out of his pants, kicking them aside.
Malik's heart pounds in his chest as he stands there, naked from the waist down, while Sakura kneels before him. Her eyes glint with a mix of determination and desire as she leans forward, her mouth hovering just above his straining member.
"Sakura," Malik whispers, his voice strained with anticipation. "You don't have to..."
Before he can finish, she parts her lips and takes him in, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Malik's breath catches in his throat, the sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him almost too much to bear. He reaches down, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her as she takes him deeper.
Sakura's skilled tongue works its magic, her rhythm increasing as she feels Malik's body respond to her touch.
The taste of him is intoxicating, and Sakura relishes every moment. She feels his fingers tighten in her hair, a silent plea for more. Her eyes lock with his, and she can see the intense passion swirling within them.
Malik's breathing becomes shallow, his body trembling as he struggles to maintain control. Her tongue dances along his length, every movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He moans, a guttural sound that echoes through the still night, mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.
Sakura's free hand moves to cup Malik's balls, applying just the right amount of pressure as she continues to suck and lick. Her rhythm is relentless, each stroke more deliberate and intense than the last. His legs are shaking, and he knows he won't be able to hold out much longer.
Malik's eyes close as he surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure. His breath comes in ragged gasps as the tension builds within him, every sensation intensifying with each passing moment. Just when he feels he can't take it any longer, Sakura's tongue flicks over a particularly sensitive spot, sending him over the edge.
With a low groan, Malik's release explodes into her mouth. She swallows hungrily, savoring every drop, while keeping her eyes locked on his. As the last waves of his pleasure subside, she stands up, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Malik pulls Sakura into a tight embrace, holding her close as their breathing slowly returns to normal. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice still rough from the intensity of his orgasm.