Carrying me in his arms, he takes me across the dining room and climbs upstairs. He opens the door to one of the room and steps inside, walking toward a large bed. He lays me down there, the mattress shifting under our weight, and then he lays next to me. I roll to the side, snuggling against him with one arm across his chest. It’s time to stop fighting the urge to slip into unconsciousness - and that’s exactly what I do. With my eyes closed, I take one deep breath and I’m out.
I dive head first into the void, a dreamless sleep engulfing me. But, before I drown in it, I still have the time to feel my heart fluttering inside my chest, a pleasant warmness crawling toward my mind. God, I couldn’t be happier right now. Whatever happens, nobody will be able to steal this moment from me: our naked and exhausted bodies pressed together, both me and Malcolm drifting off.
I’ve never been what you’d call a romantic… But, damn, this feels right.
16
Athena
“Where--?” I ask as I open my eyes, blinking as my eyes adjust to the darkness in the room. I sit up, realizing that I’m not in my bed, and the memories from before just flood me in a rush.
Oh my God, I had sex with Malcolm.
“Hey,” I hear him say, and I turn around, realizing that he’s lying down by my side. Sitting up next to me, he leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “G’morning,” he whispers, and my eyes snap to the window. Even though the curtains are drawn, I can still see the pink glow of a sunrise beyond them.
“Did we sleep the whole night?” I ask him, still trying to deal with the memories from the amazing sex we had. I mean, those are the kinds of memories I’ll take to my deathbed.
“We did. You were… exhausted,” he replies with a soft chuckle, and I laugh too, my body still feeling sore. Yeah, I was exhausted, alright.
“Well, I’m not exhausted anymore,” I shoot back, my eyes wandering up and down his naked body. Hey, don’t judge – after I had a taste, I just want to get back at it.
Pressing my body against his, my breasts brushing against his arm, I rest one hand on his chest and slide it down, only stopping when I have my fingers around his cock. It hardens up against my palm fast, desire making it as hard as a diamond, and I feel my heart drumming that old song of lust and desire.
Round two – here we go.
I run my fingers up and down his shaft, and it gets harder as I stroke it, growing to its full potential. With one last look into his eyes, I lean and brush the tip of my tongue against his cock. Its tip is delicious, and it unleashes these butterflies inside my stomach again. God, I can feel my pussy wetting my thighs. My clit aching to be touched, played with.
I lower my mouth onto his cock while I massage the rest of his shaft with my hands, stroking it in tune with the strokes of my mouth, matching it as Malcolm reaches for my breasts and squeezes them eagerly. His hands are all over my body, and it feels absolutely amazing; I stay the course sucking his cock and enjoying the way I send him into pure oblivious bliss.
Needing to feel every square inch of his body I rest my free hand over his stomach and Malcolm shivers as I trace his chiseled abs with my fingernail, outlining each one of his eight pack abs. He starts to breath shallow, and I know I have his full attention.
Rolling my lips down the length of his shaft, I only stop when I feel its tip pressed against the back of my throat. I hold there for a long second and then I go back, sucking hard on his tip as I allow his cock out of my mouth. Running my tongue in slow soft circles around the tip of his cock, I start to caress his balls, moving them gently over my fingers.
Malcolm lays both his hands on my head and, hooking his fingers on my hair, he pulls me into him. I open my mouth as wide as I can immediately, letting him guide me toward his cock again - the moment my lips are on him again, I start to bob my head back and forth, sucking on him as hard as I can. I wrap my fingers around the root of his member and I start moving my hand at the same time as my head, stroking and sucking in a coming and going motion. I start slow, but it doesn’t take long for him to urge me to go faster, the slight pressure of his fingers on my head the only directions I need.
Moving as fast as I can, I have to stop for a few seconds, just enough to catch my breath. I look up at him, my heart fluttering inside my chest as I see him with his eyes closed, enjoying my mouth on him. Stroking him fast, I tilt my head sideway and lick the whole length of his shaft, going down toward his balls; there, I open my mouth wide and suck one ball in, rolling it over my tongue, and then I do the same with the other one. They’re heavy and warm, filled with a seed that I can’t wait to feel all over my body.
I’ve never been one to go full blown kinky, but with Malcolm somehow that seems to be the standard. And I just love it - the dirtier and naughtier the better. He just makes me feel unlike anything I have e
ver experienced… I never even knew sex could be this good.
Placing my lips on his shaft, I run them back up to his tip, and then I take his cock inside of me once again. Bobbing my head as fast as I can, I don’t stop until I hear his hard breathing, his fingers like claws on my hair. I would have gone all the way and let him fill my mouth with his cum, but he has other plans - he pulls his cock out of my mouth and makes me sit up again, his narrowed eyes locked on mine.
“Give me those lips,” he whispers, and my eyelids droop as he leans into me, my lips parting as our mouths touch. I run my tongue over his lips, breathing in his scent and allowing desire to take the steering wheel.
He lets one hand of his fall down to my waist, the other going up my neck as his fingers run free through my hair. He pulls back from me and I open my eyes, locking them on his as I lick my lips with anticipation.
This time I’m the one leaning in, straining against the hold he has on me as our lips touch again. I let my tongue push the way into his mouth, and tilt my head sideways as we kiss in abandonment. My hands are running free over his chest, feeling the hills and valleys of his abdominals, as my eyes wander over the chiseled muscles on his chest.
With what sounds like a growl, he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth goes to my neck. He lays harsh kisses against my skin, the hand on my waist going around it and over the curve of my ass. A moan climbs up my throat and explodes into the air, my hands going around his body and to his back.
"I’ve developed a taste for your pussy, you know?" he suddenly says with a chuckle.
"I noticed. And I developed a taste for this " I tell him, my fingers curling around his massive cock. My pussy pulses as I grab him, anticipating how it’s going to feel when he’s deep inside of me – even though I should be used to it by now, I still can’t get past the fact that he’s freaking huge.
“Well, then we’re in luck, aren’t we?” he tells me as his hand goes up my side, his long fingers squeezing my right breast as he stops kissing my neck and locks eyes with me. There’s a wide grin on his face, one that holds promises of moans and screams before he’s done. It’s not as if that’s a surprise, though - I always moan and scream when I’m with him. Always.
Moving fast, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking eagerly as he laps at it with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.