Mallicks: Back to the Beginning (Mallick Brothers 5)

Her head shook softly, eyelids heavy, lips still begging to be kissed.

Anchoring her to me, my lips crashed down on hers, hearing the low whimpering sound that was like a stab of liquid desire to my cock.

She wasn't so soft this time.

So pliant in her desire.

No.

Beneath mine, her lips were hungry, demanding, slanting to deepen it, parting to elevate it, barely waiting for my lips to open before her tongue was moving inside to claim mine.

Her whole body shuddered hard, drawing a low, guttural growl from somewhere deep in my chest as my hands sank into her soft ass, pulling upward, re-situating her onto her tiptoes so my cock could meet the juncture of her thighs, sliding between.

Her lips ripped from mine, her forehead slamming down into my shoulder as an almost pained cry escaped her.

"Too fast?" I asked, body tense, praying she didn't say yes.

She didn't find words, but her answer was clear as her hands curled into my arms, nails digging in, and her hips shifting out then back in, sliding along the length of my cock, her body shaking with the motion.

With nothing but the thin material of our underwear, I could feel the heat of her pussy. I'd bet my fucking life it was drenched with need too.

My hand moved up, then slipped under her panties, sliding over the soft skin of her ass while she kept riding along my cock, stoking her desire, driving me half fucking insane.

When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I shifted my hips back, taking my cock away, feeling my lips curve up at the whimper that escaped her at the loss.

"Shh, baby," I told her, my hand slipping down, sliding between her thighs, teasing up the slick cleft of her pussy, seeking her clit, and working it softly, gently, loving the way her moans were desperate whimpers, her hands like death grips on my arms, her hips shifting restlessly, begging for her release.

"More?" I asked, fingers sliding down to tap on the entrance to her body for a moment, waiting for her throaty gasp of Yes before pressing in, feeling her tight walls close around my finger as it slid deep, claiming her.

And it was fucking cheesy and romantic and sappy as all fuck, but I knew in that moment, that exact moment when I had claimed her body that there was no going back.

Everything about me was screaming it.

Mine.

She was fucking mine.

And that, yeah, that was a clusterfuck of a problem, now wasn't it?

But this wasn't the time for those kinds of thoughts.

This was the time for other things.

Better things.

Things that would make her pussy spasm around my fingers, her breath hitch, her voice scream out my name.

Her body responded to the smallest of thrusts, walls tightening, getting wetter by the second until I could feel her need down my palm, mingling with the cold water as I thrust faster, harder, slipping another finger in as her breathing got ragged, as her moans became cries.

My thumb found her clit again as my fingers curled inside her, stroking relentlessly across her top wall until I felt her clench around me, her head lifting from my shoulder, her eyes wide and hooded somehow at the same time, looking a mix of turned-on, confused, and worried all at once, making me all-too-aware that had she ever known the touch of a man at all, he had no right to consider himself one because this woman didn't even know what it felt like to be about to come.

"Relax," I told her, my free arm moving up around her back, steadying her. "I got you. Let go, baby," I demanded, fingers working her harder and faster until she did. She let go.

And she came, crying out my name so loud her throat must have hurt.

Her legs gave out, making her fall against me, head tucking into my neck as she shuddered through her orgasm, holding on like her life depended on it, raking claw marks across my back that I would feel for days. Maybe liking that idea far too much, the proof of what we shared etched across my skin.

My finger slid out carefully, slipping back to rest on her ass as she struggled to find her breath again, still giving me all of her weight.

I wanted more.

I knew, if I tried, I could have more.

I could have it all.

But you didn't fuck a girl for the first time on a beach.

Not a girl like this anyway.

Not a girl who was starting to mean something to you.

You waited that shit out.

You gave it time.

You made sure the moment was right.

You made it something more memorable than sand getting stuck in intimate places, or burning across your skin to be uncomfortable rashes there even days later.

"You alright?" I asked, giving into the uncharacteristic urge to press a kiss into the side of her head. She gave me a nod and some garbled noise that I shouldn't have smiled at, but absolutely did, not so good of a man as not to admit that it stroked my ego a bit to realize I had reduced her to incoherent noises with just my fingers.