I gave him a sad smile, and took a deep breath.
“I really don’t want to marry Dennis,” I said, and laughed, feeling stupid for having even been considering it a few short minutes ago.
“Then don’t,” said Malcolm. “But you shouldn’t feel like your only choice is between being with one of us, or not being with anyone. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Any man with half his senses would realize how lucky he is to be with someone like you. And I might not have acted like it, but I’ve felt luckier than any man alive in the time you and I have been together.”
“You have?” I asked, my heart beating quicker and quicker, the tears slowly fading from my cheeks.
“Absolutely,” he said, a beautiful warmth spreading across his face as he smiled at me. “Whether we’ve been friends with benefits, or secksbuddies, or whatever you want to call us up until now. Or whether there’s something more than that to what we’ve shared… Because as far as I’m concerned, there has been. So much more than any of that, even if I haven’t done the best job of showing it.”
“Me too,” I said, in barely a whisper. “I feel the same way. I’m so happy whenever I’m with you. The whole world feels brighter when we’re together, even in times like this, when everything is falling apart around us.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Annalise,” he finally said. And whatever lingering doubts I might still have had, they were instantly washed away.
“I- I think I love you too, Malcolm,” I said carefully. “And we don’t have to rush into anything. We have all the time in the world to figure things out. We can take things at whatever pace works for both of us. That’s all I want. More than anything in the world.”
His smile now told me that things were finally back to normal between the two of us. He lifted one of his hands from mine, and slowly pressed his fingers back through the strawberry blonde locks of my hair.
“Right now all I want is to kiss you,” he said.
I leaned over to him, and our lips met.
Instantly, it was like I was healed.
He pulled me close, and the two of us held together for what felt like minutes on end, at first sustained, and then entirely dependent on one another’s heat.
I pulled back finally, my lips separated from his by mere inches, and our foreheads pressed together.
“I love you,” I whispered to him, and giggled. “I’m sorry… I just wanted to say it again.”
“I love you,” he said. He kissed me again, and again the two of us separated. “Don’t ever be sorry.”
He gathered me up into his arms, holding me close to his chest, and spirited me off into his bedroom.
He laid me out on the bed, and let the bathrobe slide away from his naked body. I leered with hunger at the corded muscles of his anatomy, solid and gleaming in the dim light of the room. He was completely hard for me, his erection swaying from his body as he stepped over to the bed, and crawled up on top of me.
We slid our tongues into one another’s mouths. His hands explored every inch of me, familiarizing him with my curves all over again. He pulled my breasts from the top of my blouse, and slid the cups of my bra aside. He licked, nibbled, and sucked back on each tender nipple, as all the while one hand slid down the front of my body, and reached up under my skirt.
I moaned with pleasure as he began caressing me through the lace of my panties, each expert stroke of his fingertips getting me wetter and wetter, making the sensations unbearable.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried. “Oh God, I’ve needed you so much!”
“You have no idea how bad I’ve needed you,” he whispered into my ear, then gave me a long, deep kiss on the side of my neck.
He climbed down along me, and drew his hands up to the waistline of my panties. He curled the lace slowly down along my legs, then pressed open my knees. His head disappeared under my skirt, and I felt the hot, beautiful surge of his tongue pressed up against my femininity.
He gripped me by the ankles as he devoured me, twisting and sliding his tongue in and out of me, driving me crazy as he pulled back on my clit, making my entire body spasm as I watched the muscles in his back tensing with his movement. There was something about the way he looked in that position, so subservient, so completely dedicated to my needs, that made my orgasm a thousand times more delicious when it finally came, my knees locked against his neck, my buttocks clenched, and stars flashing in front of my eyes, as I raced through the delirium of sensation.
I was still shaking as he drew up from between my legs.
“You’re as delicious as you ever were,” he teased me, and planted a slow, luscious kiss on my lips.
His hands fell over me once again. He stripped me out of my remaining clothes, then held my legs up as he entered me, our eyes locked as he eased himself inside.
I gasped as he slid in, stretching me tight, the pressure of sensation nearly unbearable after the fireworks show of that first amazing climax.
His body rocked against me, and my muscles ached as he held me by the ankles, penetrating me deep, making my g-spot sing with every beautiful collision of his body against my own.
Faster, and deeper, and more vigorously he pressed into me. Soon his body was doubled over onto mine, our cheeks touching as he thrusted into me, his sweat-soaked body drenching my own as we consummated our love.
Finally he cried out, crushing me beneath his weight as he came, his muscles clenched tight around me as though never to let me go. I pressed my knees into his buttocks, wrapped my arms around his neck and let my nails sink into his back, crying out as he filled me with his love. Fierce, desperate orgasm overcame me once more, this time with twice the intensity, the intimacy of the moment surpassing any I had ever experienced.
We were both trembling by the time it was all over, and we couldn’t bring ourselves to separate. He held himself inside me, and again we began to kiss, pawing affectionately at one another, until finally we had to pull apart long enough to breathe.
“God, how I’ve missed you,” he sighed, and I let my head sink down onto his shoulder, my cool, damp hair cascading like a halo onto the pillow around me.
“I missed you too,” I said, and planted a small, sweet kiss against his chest. “And I promise I won’t ever let things like that get to me again without talking to you about it.”
“You can always talk to me, about anything,” he said, and squeezed my hand in his.
“You’re the best secksbuddy a girl could ask for,” I teased him, and I swooned at the twinkle in his eye.
“I do my best to please,” he said with a grin, and pulled the covers back up over our heads.
I honestly have no idea what the future might hold. It can still be intimidating to try and look too far ahead, so these days I just try to focus on what I can control, and do my best to live in the moment.
A lot of people talk about these times we’re in being the “new normal” for us, and I guess that’s pretty much true by default. Like I said at the beginning of all this, I know that I’m one of the lucky ones, and that I’ve never really had a whole lot of room to complain about the state my life is in.
Still though, after all this, I really have to say- I think my new normal is shaping up to be a whole lot better than my old one. And I’m really starting to believe you can get through anything in this life, as long as you have someone who loves you by your side.
THE END
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