I'm back in Malcolm’s arms, surrounded by his spicy-scented embrace. The musk of our desire, my perfume, and his cologne combine in an all-encompassing vapor, an intoxicating potion that dazes and excites me. It fills my senses like a drug and suddenly, I’m an addict.
Though my mind wants to protest, my body is more energized than it’s been in years. Zeal surges through me—all the way from my tingly scalp to my curling toes and everywhere in between. His full, sensual lips are on mine. His muscled body is pressed against me. I'm sandwiched between him and the wall, and the way I'm pushing back, I chose him.
My moans fill the air, breaking through the fog of desire as he reaches for my behind and lifts me effortlessly as if I’m merely a feather in his arms. My legs surround his waist and my ankles lock together. The dress I worked so hard to find is bunched around my waist, exposing my underwear. Shamelessly, I grind against his hardness, relishing the friction. In no time, the straps of my dress are lowered exposing my bra. Long, thick fingers push the lace down. The air fills with his hiss as my breasts overflow the cups.
Every part of me is alive. My nipples pebble as the erection beneath me grows. I let out a suppressed whimper as his rod of steel moves against my panties. I’m a jumble of emotions: desire and fear, excitement and uncertainty. My senses are on high alert, feeling everything at once.
“Mandy, I want to be inside you.” Malcolm’s desire comes out as less of a question and more of a demand.
My pussy clenches as I imagine the rod that is teasing my covered clit thrusting inside me.
I nod as I try to breathe and concentrate on desire. One night. My voice is strong. “I want that too.”
With my arms around his neck and my forehead against his solid chest, he reaches for my panties and moves the crotch to the side, slipping one finger and then two deep inside me. My head rolls backward as I gasp and relish the sensation.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he hisses as his fingers move, orchestrating magic.
Consumed with need, my entire body moves to his rhythm, up and down as both fingers curl and his thumb brushes my clit. Every nerve within me sizzles as Malcolm brings me to the edge of my figurative cliff; below me is a raging wildfire, and I’m ready to take the plunge.
“O-oh.” My sounds aren’t words but primitive noises as my muscles tighten.
I gasp as he takes away the pleasure, but then all at once, my heartbeat quickens at his next move. Severing our kisses, Malcolm brings his fingers to our lips and plunges them inside his mouth and over his tongue. Butterflies of uncertainty morph to bats of wanton lust as his blue eyes sparkle in the still-dim apartment, and he pulls his fingers from his lips and teases mine.
Without hesitation, I open, allowing his fingers inside, tasting the sweetness of his kiss combined with the tanginess of my own essence. Approvingly, his eyes shine as I suck one of his fingers and then both.
“Fuck,” he growls as his hips resume their grind.
Again, he reaches for my panties. “I hope you're not particularly attached to these.”
Before I can respond, the ripped fabric falls from my waist. Lowering me to the ground, he reaches for his wallet. As I kick off my heeled sandals, I can’t stop my eyes from watching his every move as he undoes his belt and trousers and frees his impressive penis. My lip disappears behind my teeth as I take in his length and girth. His pants slide down his wide thighs but my attention is on his hands. I hear the sounds of my own wanton moans as he quickly sheaths the stretched skin. And then all at once, I’m back in his arms.
Time forgets to move and my breathing hitches. My tummy muscles tense as I wrap my arms tighter around his thick neck, secure my legs around his waist, and lift myself higher. In that moment, I’m well aware that I’m completely exposed to his impending invasion, and I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.
“Mandy, are you sure?” his deep, reassuring tone asks.
I nod, unsure why I want this man as much as I do, why I’m so attracted.
He leans back, making sure our gazes meet. In his eyes, I see both determination and desire. He wants a verbal answer, yet words aren’t currently within my ability. Instead, with the wall behind me and Malcolm supporting me, I reach down and fist his cock.
“F-fuck.” His word rumbles through the air in multiple syllables.
I grasp his length as low as I can reach and run my hand up and down. Enjoying the width and length that I’d only briefly seen, I stroke the sheathed skin and run my thumb over the tip. I know that safety is best, yet I find myself wishing I could touch the slickness of his cum as he had mine. His head falls backward as I direct his cock to my willing, wet pussy.
A scream escapes my lips as he plunges deep inside me.
Fuck! He’s so large.
It takes multiple thrusts and wiggles as I stretch underused muscles and work to accommodate his girth. Each time is deeper than the last, each one extracting my whimpers of pleasure. I can’t remember ever feeling so full, so extended. Up and down I ride until he is fully inside of me. Lunge after lunge, he drives into me, each thrust finding new points of ecstasy as my fingers clench his shoulders and fingernails threaten his shirt. Wanting to be closer, I reach for his hair, weaving and gripping until I’ve pulled his mouth to my neck.
I want all of this man, his cock buried inside me, his beard against my sensitive skin, and his warm breath panting in my ear.
All at once, my toes curl and body goes rigid.
Noises like I’ve never made scream from the depths of my soul, filling the air, replacing our heavy breathing and the sound of my body hitting the wall with sheer shrills of ecstasy.
No warning.
No increased tightening.
No slow climb.
“O-oh, oh!”
It's as if my body forgot how to climax, how to orgasm. I can't focus as the tidal wave of pleasure overcomes me. I’m drowning, rolling in the wave, unsure which direction is up.
My entire body explodes, and I gasp for air. No longer rigid, I puddle in his arms.
“Fuck,” he growls as my back continues to pound the wall and my insides spasm uncontrollably around his length.
His deep, possessive roar fills the room as he too comes apart. His thrusts slow, each one less needy, as our breathing settles to a normal rhythm. Once we still, our gazes meet, and both of our smiles widen.
Chapter Eight
Malcolm
I can’t believe what we just did.
Okay. We had sex.
Phenomenal, volcanic-erupting, earthshaking, sex. But it felt like so much more.
I hold Mandy tight, like I need to stay inside her, like I can’t let her go. The way her arms stay wrapped around my neck and her head rests on my shoulder, I hope she feels the same.
Finally, her legs loosen their grip.
Instantaneously, I miss the warmth of her exposed tits against my chest.
“I don’t want to let go of you,” I say with my lips against the soft skin of her neck. My voice is a mere whisper as if speaking too loud could break this spell.
“Don’t let go.” Her voice comes with a sweet giggle as we come apart. As her feet touch the floor, she goes on, “I’m not sure I can walk.” With her arms still around my neck, Mandy rises to her tiptoes and gently kisses my cheek. “Thank you.”
Why on God’s green earth would she be thanking me?
“I’m pretty sure that should be the other way around.”
“This is just one night, but you have no idea how special it is...how much I...well, I didn’t even know...so, just thank you.”
Her words, the way her blue eyes are looking deeply into mine, make me believe she’s right. This isn’t some casual fuck like those back in my hockey days. Mandy Wells is so much more. “I have a good idea, and thank you.”
She just shakes her head as she peers down at the mess I’ve made of her dress. “Um, maybe I could use your bathroom?”
Quickly pulling my pants back up, I then reach for
the buttons on my shirt as I lead her through my apartment. Just before she slips behind the bathroom door, I stop her and shimmy out of the sleeves. “Here,” I say, handing her my shirt. “Sorry about your dress.”
A flood of pink fills her cheeks as she accepts. “It will clean.”
“Your panties...”
Her head tilts. “Yep. I think those are goners.” Her eyes sparkle as she closes the door. I hope that the gleam sparkling from her gaze was her way of telling me that her panties were an easy sacrifice for what just happened, for what we just shared.
While she’s occupied, I go to the other bathroom and discard the condom. It’s been so long since I’ve needed one that I’m just glad I had it with me. And then I consider the possibility that the night isn’t over. I rush to my bedroom, hoping my Boy Scout days paid off and I’m prepared if the opportunity, or anything else, arises.
Over an hour later as I hand Mandy a glass of moscato and her gaze meets with mine, I know undoubtedly that I want to learn everything there is to know about this lady. I don’t want us to be strangers, but lovers, friends, soulmates, and everything in between.
In the short time since I've met her, I sense something different than I’ve experienced in other women. There is honesty and sincerity and an unmistakable loving spark that’s hungry for desire and filled with passion. I know it’s too soon for me to feel this way, but fuck, I can’t help the way I feel.
My smile grows as I take her in, from her beautiful tousled hair to her painted toes. I love the way my green button-down hangs on her, big and gaping, showing just a little of her luscious tits. I can’t see all of them, but the curves of the round globes are the perfect tease, making me want more.
“I should probably go,” she says, sipping her wine and tugging the hem of my shirt over her knees.
“No.”
Her eyes widen. “No? Are you holding me captive?”
My cock comes back to life. “I wasn’t thinking that, but now I’m intrigued.”
Her smile warms my heart—so trusting and serene.
“But we made a deal before we came here,” I remind her.
“We did?”
“I said that before the night was through I wanted to learn more about you, your secrets and dreams. You promised to tell me about the guy you were supposed to meet tonight.”
Her cheeks blossom with shades of pink. “It may make me seem awful, but I’m glad I met you instead.”
I shake my head, opening my beer. “Not awful at all. You, Mandy Wells, are the best meeting I’ve had in—well, ever.”
She tugs again at the hem of my shirt as her bare legs bend under her sexy, petite body. I love that she’s half-naked on my couch. I love that her pussy isn’t covered with anything, and I could easily…
She sits straighter. “You’re right. We did have a deal, Malcolm, and I believe it included pizza.”
My hands go up in the air. “I forgot. You see, I’m quite satisfied with what I’ve already eaten.”
The pink of her cheeks darkens to a shade of rose as we both entertain memories of the last hour, of her on this same couch, her legs spread wide, and my face buried in her silky cunt as her undecipherable words filled the air. The mere thought of the scene has me ready for a second course.
“Pizza,” she says, focusing our thoughts.
I stand and reach for my phone. Before I can pull up the app, I see another text message from Brian. I’d received two earlier at the bar, but with my phone on silent and this gorgeous woman at my side, I hadn’t seen them until I was in the car. Truth is that I don’t care anymore about the nice woman he wants me to meet. My mind is on Mandy.
I read his text:
Sorry, man, about the mix-up. Sally is going to try to reschedule. I really fucked up. It won’t happen next time.
I shake my head, wondering how to respond.
No worries. The night wasn’t a bust. We’ll talk. Forget the reschedule, though. I don’t think I’m ready for a blind date...because I want to see the beautiful woman on my couch again, not some “nice” friend of Sally’s. I don’t text that last part, but I think it.
I look down at Mandy, seeing her eyes on me. The way she’s scanning my bare chest makes me want to rip that shirt from her tiny frame. “Well, I never back down from an obligation either,” I say. “I promised pizza. What do you like on your pizza?”
Her lips twitch. “Anchovies and jalapeño peppers.”
My fingers stop as I pull up the ordering app. “Seriously? Fish?”
Mandy stands, my shirt falling to mid-thigh and walks closer. With each step her breathing appears to take more energy as her chest labors and her eyes widen. “If I said I was serious, that I wanted anchovies and peppers, would you order that?”
It’s my turn to nod. Hell, I’d do whatever this woman asked. Make her come all night long. Yes, ma’am. Jump from my balcony. If you say so.
She shakes her head. “I’m not serious. I’m a veggie girl, but…” Her eyes shimmer and lip disappears for a moment as she looks to my belt and back to my gaze. “…I’m not against meat.”
A few clicks and we have a cheese and veggie pizza on its way. By the way she’s dropped to her knees and reached for my belt, I’m confident she’ll have more than enough meat.
Chapter Nine
Mandy
One night.
That’s all this will be.
Dropping to my knees in front of Malcolm, I tell myself to keep going—make it count.
No matter what tomorrow brings, I know that I don’t want this amazing feeling to end. I don’t want to forget how good it feels to have Malcolm inside me, to have his cock and tongue buried deeply. I want to remember how his hands feel roaming my curves. I don’t want to forget the way he makes my entire body ignite and combust.
And perhaps a little selfishly, I also don’t want him to forget me.
Reaching for his belt, I allow the tips of my fingers to graze over his lower stomach and trace the indented V at his hips. His hard abs quiver under my touch. I move my fingers lower, closer to his impressive penis as I tease the edge of his pants. My tongue darts to my suddenly dry lips as I unbuckle the belt. My pulse races as I reach for the zipper and unzip his trousers.
It hasn’t been that long since he went down on me on the couch, followed by a less urgent fucking. My core is tender and satisfied, yet as my tongue tries unsuccessfully to wet my parched lips, and I caress his velvety length, my satisfaction is waning. I want Malcolm in ways I’ve never before known. My gaze moves upward through veiled lashes until our eyes meet.
“Mandy, you don’t—”
I don’t let him finish as I sheath my teeth and take him between my lips.
“Fuck!” His recurring growl sends tremors to my insides as I familiarize myself with his cock. Lifting my body higher, I concentrate on sucking him, taking him deeper into my mouth until he reaches the back of my throat. He smells like us, and despite the use of protection during sex, I taste the scent of us too, like the perfect combination of salt and musk.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this. I fight the urge to gag. It's not that there is anything gag-worthy about Malcolm’s cock in my mouth. It’s the exact opposite. With each swirl of my tongue and bob of my head, his skin tightens. The cum I missed the first time I fisted him leaks from his tip, and I greedily lap it with my tongue.
He doesn’t push me, being so patient, allowing me to work him at my own speed. As I keep going, his balls tighten, pulling closer to his body, and his cock twitches.
“M-Mandy…” My name comes out breathy as I continue moving up and down.
I add my hands to his cock so I’m able to service all of him at once. Though I don’t know how it is possible, as I suck and stroke he grows harder than before. Faster and faster I bob my head, fascinated that I’m able to make this incredibly strong man tremble at my touch.
Rolling his balls between my fingertips, my tongue continues to swirl around his tip and lap
his length. Tighter and tighter his balls contract as I relish the power.
His breathing is quickening when all of a sudden he pulls away. The apartment, which I finally noticed is a very nice place, echoes with a pop as he pulls out of my mouth.
On my knees, I look up, wondering what happened.
“Turn around.”
His deep, commanding voice rumbles through me. Only momentarily confused, I do as he says. Malcolm reaches for my behind and pulls it higher.
“On all fours, beautiful. I’m taking you from behind. You’re too sexy—I can’t resist.”
My ass wiggles with anticipation as I move to the position he demands. Up on my hands and knees, I spread my legs farther apart.
“Look at you,” he says.
“I can’t…”
My words trail away as he describes what he sees. Though it should embarrass me, it doesn’t. The appreciation in his deep tone increases my wanton need.
“So fucking beautiful. Your pussy is pink and wet.” His fingers dip inside me, sending shock waves across my skin and leaving goose bumps in their wake. I’m a bundle of nerves, ultrasensitive to his touch. Slowly and deliberately, he spreads my essence until he traces my tight ring of muscles.
My head slowly shakes back and forth as my body tries to make sense of the stimulation. “I-I've never.”
Suddenly, his finger pushes through the barrier, going where no one has ever gone. It’s erotic and forbidden. The foreign touch is nothing like I expected. Instead of pulling away, I back toward him, little by little taking more and more.
As his finger finds a rhythm, his other hand rubs my clit. The two sensations are all-consuming. Just as the pleasure grows, his cock dives deep inside me. It’s overwhelming, skin on skin. It’s the most amazing sense of fullness I never knew existed.
“Jesus, that feels…it feels…”
“You feel fucking perfect,” he says, finishing my sentence.
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