“Oh, you can do so much more than just kiss me…” Turning on his heels so that his body is pressed against mine, he rests his hands on my waist and pulls me harshly into him. “Especially after what happened between the two of us…”
“I don’t remember anything happening between the two of us,” I laugh, placing both my hands on his chest and running one down the length of his tie. “Care to refresh my memory?”
His smile turns into a grin and then he looks around the museum hall, as if to check if we’re truly alone. Satisfied with what he sees (which is nothing), he then turns his gaze back toward me.
“My pleasure.”
11
Athena
With a smile that makes my heart tighten up inside my chest, Malcolm closes the distance between us and rests his hands on my hips. We stand still like that for a few seconds, enjoying the closeness of our bodies, and then he pushes me back. I take a few steps until my back is pressed against the wall, and the moment I feel it I exhale sharply.
Looking into my eyes, he takes one hand down and rests the tip of his fingers over my knee, right before the hemline of my dress; he slides them up then, his
fingertips brushing over my skin all the way up to my inner thighs, getting so close to my pussy I shiver.
I can feel his fingers tracing the lips of my pussy through my G-string, and anticipation wells up inside of me. My heart starts to race hard as I feel Malcolm’s fingers slide the fabric of my G-string to the side, and he runs his fingers over my clit, making me so wet I can barely think straight. He looks right into my eyes as he parts my pussy lips, and then pushes one finger inside me so fast that I feel a shiver going up my spine. Sighing heavily, I lean my head on Malcolm’s shoulder and I start to nibble at his ear lobe. “God,” I purr, the scent of his body making its way to my brain fast.
I take my hand, resting it over his crotch, I start rubbing his cock through his pants. I feel it hardening up against my fingers, desire making it pulse fast - my heart starts pounding against my chest as I feel that thick shaft of his, and all kinds of wicked thoughts flood my mind. I keep rubbing him, tracing that huge twelve-inch cock with my fingers while Malcolm continues to play with my pussy.
I try to hold back but I feel that intense warm, tingling sensation course through my body with every stroke of his fingers. I arch my back, sighing heavily, and he fingers me faster - he wants me to cum, and he wants me to do it right now… The swirl of his fingers keep on unleashing sweet pleasure into my body, and I simply can’t hold back anymore – gritting my teeth and throwing my head back, I let my pussy juices flow all over his fingers as I cum so hard my body shakes, my juices running down his hand.
Malcolm lets his fingers linger right on my clit for a while, rubbing it softly now. I reach for his hand and grab his sticky creamy fingers, bringing them up to my mouth.
“Just a taste,” I whisper lewdly, and then I lick my own juices off of his hand while I stare into his eyes, taking my tongue and running it up and down his fingers, the flavor of my own pussy making me feel dizzy.
“You’re really something, aren’t you…?” Malcolm asks me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I’m more than just something,” I reply with a soft chuckle. Then, I place one hand on his chest and take my lips to his ear.
“Your pants… Open them,” I tell him, every single one of my words loaded with devilish anticipation. With a devilish grin he does as instructed, unbuckling his belt with slow but deliberate movements. He pushes the zipper down and I slide my soft, manicured hands into his boxer briefs. As I massage the head of Malcolm’s huge cock, I feel myself growing wet all over again, the never-ending reservoir of desire inside me fueling my brain.
I slowly bring his cock out of his boxer briefs and pants, allowing my gaze to fall down to his huge member. I take in every inch of its wonderful glory before I lower myself, slowly going to down to my knees in front of him. Smiling, I lean forward, stopping right before my lips touch his flesh. I take my tongue out from between my lips and, tilting my head sideways, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft, going all the way to his balls.
When I come back up, I part my lips and then wrap them around the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum. As I take my tongue and run it all over the head of Malcolm’s huge member, I can hear his breathing start to get shallow and I can’t help but start rolling my lips down his thick mast.
I take that gorgeous cock into my mouth, inch by inch, working my tongue up and down his shaft as I go. I feel it growing harder, that thickness pushing down on my tongue as veins bulge out on the sides of his shaft. This is the kind of cock that you can suck for hours on end and never have to worry about it staying soft.
Tightening my jaws around his cock, I run my fingers up and down his heavy balls, the very thought of how much cum is held within them making my nipples hard. I feel Malcolm’s hands in my hair, guiding my head up and down on his cock, and I let him dictate the rhythm of my movements.
“Fuck, Athena,” he groans, his cock pulsing hard against my tongue. He’s already close, but he doesn’t want the party to be over just yet – yanking on my hair, he forces me to take my mouth off of his cock and then looks down at me, a dazed smile on his lips.
Grabbing my hands, he pulls me up to my feet and then wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers against my ear, and his voice makes my whole body tingle. Then, he places one hand on the nape of my neck and just crushes his mouth against mine.
Tasting his lips on mine causes a stir deep inside me, and I feel my heart tightening up once more.
“I want that pussy,” he tells me as he pulls back from me. “And I want it right now,” he continues, the tension in his words palpable. Holding me by the waist, he starts lowering his body and pulls me after him; we slide to the floor together in one smooth motion, and Malcolm lays me on my back on the cool tile floor. I let out a slight moan as I feel the coldness of the floor underneath me, and the sound of my voice echoes through the deserted wing of the Met, the Monet paintings hanging on the wall the only witness to what we’re doing.
Kneeling between my legs, he rests his hands on my knees and slides them up, hooking his thumbs on the hemline of my dress and pushing it up to my waist. The moment my G-string comes into sight, he leans into me and presses his mouth against it. Except, instead of sucking, he grabs the fabric between his teeth.
He starts to take my G-string off, pulling it down with his teeth, and my skin prickles as I feel the drenched fabric of my underwear sticking to the skin of my legs on the way down. Placing his hands on my ankles, he makes me lift my feet up and then takes the G-string off my legs with his hands. Looking into my eyes, he takes my underwear up to his mouth and presses it against his lips; he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, taking in my scent, and all kinds of wicked thoughts start jumping up and down inside my head. I just love it when he does that, as if he couldn’t get enough of the way I smell, taste, and feel.
Allowing the G-string to slip off his fingers to the floor, he then leans into me again and teases me, blowing on my hard clit while he takes one hand to my breasts and squeezes them gently. Taking his time, he slowly takes one finger to my pussy and slightly parts my lips, running his tongue across my achingly hard clit. “Oh my God”, I moan as I feel his tongue touching me, electricity spreading all over my body.
“Fucking delicious,” he moans as he pulls back from my clit, allowing his tongue to fall down to my wet pussy lips. Pressing his mouth against my wetness, he opens it wide and starts sucking hard, jabbing with his tongue at my insides at the same time.