I’m sure some people would call me crazy, delusional even, but if something felt this good, it had to be right… right? If being with someone claimed me so much, put me at such ease and where I felt like I’d finally found someone who I was supposed to be linked to, then I’d be an idiot to cast it aside.
I don’t want to ignore this.
“You ready?” he asked, and I smiled in what I knew was this satisfied way.
I nodded, and after the waiter came back, the bill was paid, and Malkolm helped me out of my seat like a gentleman, we headed back outside.
Despite it being February, tonight was unseasonably warm, with the snow almost all melted, and the only thing remaining was that of the dark, dirty slush that had been pushed to the curbs from the cars.
There was that awkward “what happens next” silence as we stood there staring at each other.
“I had a really great time, Malkolm.”
He took a step toward me, and even though people poured in and out of the front entrance, music coming and going as the door opened and closed, I found myself wishing I had the courage to press my body to his. To touch his chest and see if it was as hard as it looked underneath his shirt. I wanted to rise up on my toes and kiss him, that image slamming into my head until the arousal that was a constant simmer in me started to boil over.
He was silent as he stared at me, but I felt the heat pouring off him. I felt his desire for me. I wondered if he could feel mine too.
“I don’t mean to overstep bounds,” he murmured softly.
“Yes?” I prompted, and even I heard the anxiousness in my voice, as if I couldn't wait to see what he said, as if I couldn’t help but let him know in my tone and in my body language that I was so ready for what he wanted.
I saw his nostrils flare, his jaw clench, and then he said, “I don’t want this night to end,” he said in a husky, sex-laced voice.
My heart thundered. I knew I should take things slow. But I don’t want to.
I want Malkolm. I want him to be my first. I want him to give me the experience I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
I wanted to feel Malkolm, to see if he was just as potent and powerful in the bedroom as he was at every other turn, every single encounter we shared.
Arousal was a steady constant in me. It was every time he was near. I was horribly inexperienced, but for the first time in my life, I wanted to throw caution to the wind and really explore these feelings. And by explore, I meant to see what it was like—what it felt like—to have a man like Malkolm take control and show me what I have been missing all these years.
This was all so new to me, but I was excited to see how this progressed… especially at the end of the night.
I said nothing as I took a step toward him, as I felt our body heat slamming together, mingling, bouncing between each other. Everything in me came to life, and even if a little voice in my head said I should say goodnight and how I was looking forward to our next date, I shoved that voice to the back of my mind.
This is the moment I’ve fantasized about, dreamed about, when I thought of my first time.
Chemistry.
Arousal.
All-consuming need.
“I don’t want it to end either, Malkolm.” I swallowed, licked my lips, and internally told myself to just say the words. “Let’s not let this night end just yet.”
6
Flora
This is crazy. Insane.
Oh my God, am I really doing this?
Not only did I have every intention of doing totally important, consensual adult things with Malkolm; I planned on doing those things tonight.
I followed him home and currently followed a few steps behind him as he made his way toward his front door. He kept glancing back at me, and a part of me wondered if it was because he thought I’d have second thoughts and bolt.
Yeah, not going to happen.
The entire ride from Porky’s to his place, I felt my arousal grow and grow… and grow even more, even stronger. My panties were soaked, my nipples so hard they ached as they rubbed against my bra, and my hands shook, because so much adrenaline was moving through my bloodstream.
“Malkolm,” I said slowly, my voice pitched low, my throat scratchy.
We entered his place just a few moments ago, and I’d taken a moment to look around.
Sparse details, dark color scheme. Smelled like him—potent and masculine and enough to make me nearly moan.
I didn’t know why I said his name—maybe a subconscious plea that I was dying over here, that I wanted more than I could probably handle. Or maybe it was a question, his name falling from my lips for him to take control.