I didn't even know I could be cock hungry, but I fucking need Mal. I need him every place I can have him.
I stare back into his eyes. "Please."
He nods as he rips the wrapper open.
He slides the condom over his cock.
I shift into position, my body over his.
He groans as his tip strains against me.
"Please." It's the only word in my brain. I need this. All of it. Now.
His hands go to my hips. He pulls my body onto his.
He fills me one delicious inch at a time.
Fuck. Yes.
"Mal…" Words fail me.
Conscious thoughts flee my brain.
I'm full.
Alive.
I stare back into his eyes as I take him deeper. It's terrifying how intense this is. How intimate it is.
This is just sex. Just fun.
But God, how I feel it…
How I need it…
I'm dizzy with this mix of need and pleasure.
I plant my hands on his shoulders and I take him as deep as I can.
"Mal," I breathe. "Fuck, you feel good."
He lets out a heavy grunt as he pulls my body up, up, up, until I've only got his tip. Then he drives me down, down, down, until he's as deep as he'll go.
He does it again.
Again.
Again.
He fucks me—or maybe I fuck him—with these long, deep strokes. Each one fills me with this deep pleasure.
But, more than that, I feel so fucking full.
I'm not empty anymore.
I'm not needing or aching or desperate.
I sink my nails into his shoulders as I take his stokes.