I look down at my plate, watching the tomato sauce dripping over the spaghetti he cooked, and I suddenly realize that I’m not even hungry anymore. It seems that whenever I’m around Malcolm, eating is almost impossible. Remember what happened at Masa? Yeah.
“We can always reheat those,” he tells me, as if he can read my mind right now.
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard you say today,” I whisper, running my tongue between my lips.
Oh, it's on.
15
Athena
Closing the distance between us, Malcolm lays his hands on my hips and then offers me a smile that makes my insides clench. Moving his hands down, he then slides them underneath my dress. I lean into him as he brings his hands up to the front of my panties, caressing my pussy lips over the fabric and playing with them while he whispers in my ear.
“I want you,” he says, and those words make me melt into him even more. I go up on my tip toes and close my eyes while Malcolm flicks my panties to the side and slides one finger inside my pussy. He does it fast, curling it up and driving it straight against my G-spot.
He teases me then, softly brushing one fingertip against my clit, and I let out one heavy sigh. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me gently, stroking my clit with his thumb, and my brain starts being overwhelmed by an avalanche of sensations. He keeps on doing it untl I’m wet and ready, and then, taking his fingers out of my pussy, he slowly brings them around my neck to my mouth.
I look at his fingers, my heart tightening up as I see them glistening from my own juices, and that’s when he presses them down on my lips, rubbing them across the crevice between them.
“Mmmmm,” I purr, tasting my own musky flavor in his fingers.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” He asks me, rubbing my juices over my lips and sliding two fingers into my mouth. I suck on them eagerly, running my tongue between them and licking my juices, and smile at him. He smiles back at me, and then pushes the straps of my dress down my arms, the front of it drooping over my breasts. Almost growling, he then grabs the fabric and tugs on it. He bunches the dress up around my waist, and then he just keeps pushing on it frantically, sending it down my legs.
I step out of my dress, and he gives me no time for anything else – he presses his body against mine and takes his hands to my back, working on the clasp of my bra and then yanking it off me, baring my breasts.
“Much better,” he whispers, his voice laden with desire. Moving slowly, he lowers himself until he is on his knees in front of me. Hooking his fingers on my panties, he then pulls them down my legs, taking his time as he slides the drenched fabric down my skin, undressing me completely.
“Fucking lovely,” he whispers, his gaze focused on my pussy, and he cups both of my ass cheeks in each of his hands, digging his fingers into my flesh. I bite on my lower lip as I feel his seductive touch, and then I reach for him, resting both hands on the top of his head.
I run my hands through his hair as he leans in, and a shiver goes up my spine when I feel his teeth on my inner lips. He places his arm across the small of my back as he licks up and down the length of my pussy, smacking his lips as he goes, and I see bright colors dancing behind my shut eyelids.
Malcolm wants me to know just how fucking delicious he finds my pussy, and I can’t help but love him for it. He puckers his lips over my pussy and starts to suck on it, eating me out with a fury – we might be skipping dinner, but he sure as hell seems to be sating his hunger right now.
The deeper he plunges his tongue the harder my nipples get, and lust slowly starts taking over my mind. I feel his fingers rubbing my clit as he moves his tongue in and out of my pussy, and I let sigh after sigh tumble out from between my lips. Taking one hand out of his hair, I grip the edge of the table and bite my lower lip. God, I just love how he takes command of my body to get what he wants.
“Fuck dinner, this is much better,” he says as he comes up for air, but then he’s on me again, devouring me relentlessly. Taking his lips to my clit and wrapping them around it, he then places two fingers against my drenched folds and parts them carefully; opening up my pussy, he then acts fast and slides his index finger in again, curling it upward and pressing it tightly against my G-spot.
I feel electricity spreading inside of me as he does it, a moan bubbling up to my lips. Sliding one more finger in, he starts fingering me hard, still working on my clit with his tongue and lips. Gripping the edge of the table even harder now, I start taking deep breaths as both my mind and body prepare for the incoming avalanche of pleasure.
I feel it building up inside of me, flames of ecstasy lapping at the inside of my pussy and threatening to burn my mind into the ground at the same time.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, and then I feel a shiver going up my spine. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids and every single muscle in my body starts to twitch, a vicious orgasm pulling at the strings of my body and turning it into its puppet.
“Ooooh,” I moan, the words coming out of my mouth sounding honeyed and tender. I run my fingers through his hair, my lungs working hard to get the air in, and Malcolm pulls back from me, his mouth glistening from my juices.
“I could do that forever,” he whispers and, looking into his eyes, I see that he means it. He enjoys going down on me as much as I enjoy having him do it. Now that’s my kind of man.
“Take off your clothes,” I tell him in a hoarse voice, completely ignoring what he just said. He cocks one eyebrow, looking at me with a cocky smile, and then gets to work – he gets up and takes off his jacket, throwing it over one chair, and then starts unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as he pops button after button.
When he reveals his naked chest, letting the shirt slide down his arms, I almost jump at him so that I can lick his abs. But no, I remain in control and allow him to open his pants and kick off his shoes. Before I know it, he’s standing in front of me, wearing only his boxer briefs, and I just can’t restrain myself any longer.
I take one step forward and, grabbing at the fabric of his boxers, I tug them down as hard as I can. His cock jumps up to greet me, and I have to take another deep breath to clear my head.
“Down,” I say, placing both my hands on his shoulders and forcing him down to his knees. I push on him, forcing him to lay down on the floor, and he does it without a moment’s hesitation.
I place my feet on either side of his waist and then lower myself, squatting over his lap. I place my knees on the floor and, grabbing his cock, I start lowering my mouth over it. But then… I just stop.
What am I doing? Why do I still insist on teasing him? Why am I torturing myself like this, denying my body the thing it craves so much?