(Mis)Trust

by Sarah Ann Walker

  God, he feels so good, and his mouth is so sweet against me, I feel the desperation climbing with the tempo of the music. No longer the songs of love and trust, these songs cry of desperation and need wrapped all around me as I writhe and beg Malcolm for more.

  Shaking against him, my legs are moving and my hands are pulling him in deeper. My stomach is shaking and my hips are moving so much he places his hand flat on my stomach to weigh me down.

  And it feels so good.

  "I'm near, so soon..." I hear my own voice broken and desperate around us. "Please just a little more," I cry as my body thrusts against his mouth.

  Crying incoherently, my pleading and praying and moaning drowns out all the other sounds and memories from my mind. Time continues as the music changes song after song and still I feel only pleasure.

  Crying, I'm on the precipice and I know I'll never come back from this moment untouched. This is forever right here in this room between us and I don't want to waste another moment I could spend with Malcolm.

  Pleading as the orgasm builds to unbearable, I release on a strangled cry turning my face into his bed as the orgasm rips my body apart.

  Unable to breathe I gasp my release to Malcolm talking me back down. Wrapped in his arms, I feel his hand still between my legs as I writhe my last spasms against him.

  I don't know when he moved, and I can't remember feeling him stop. I just know he's holding me tightly, whispering words I can't understand in a voice I'll never forget.

  When I'm finally coherent enough to understand, I hear Malcolm ask me repeatedly if I'm okay. Nearly moaning the words, he's getting more and more agitated each time he asks until I finally speak.

  "I am so, so okay. You were amazing, and you felt so good, and I didn't get confused or forget I was with you."

  "But were you scared? Did I touch you too hard or too much?"

  "Malcolm… I just had an orgasm begging you for more. And I guarantee if I wasn't with you in my head that never would've happened. I'm right here with you and I'm very happy."

  Exhaling a hard breath across my face, Malcolm still looks unsure.

  "Listen to me. Better yet, look at me. I'm in an orgasm coma over here and I'm so happy I could cry. Good tears," I add quickly. "Thank you so much."

  "You're welcome," he kind of half grins like he's relieved himself.

  Looking at Malcolm I ask, "Can we keep going? I'd really like to be with you. I'm not finished yet, and I want to touch you, too."

  "Tomorrow," he replies surprising me. "I’m so overwhelmed by you tonight. The way you looked and the way you felt. The way you tasted, which was so much better than I ever imagined," he says all sexy growly. "So before you’re overwhelmed by anything I want with you, I'd like to just sleep next to you before we try more. Okay?"

  "Okay," I shrug feeling not quite rejected but a little surprised he wants to stop when I don't.

  Squeezing me tighter to his side, Malcolm kisses my ear and groans, "Saige, I'm going to come in about a minute and a half if I touch you again. And I really want to keep my amazing lover status- especially with you."

  Lifting to face him, his arm slides over my hip as I rest against his chest. "I don't think you need to worry about your title- it's pretty much cemented after tonight. For me anyway," I smile kissing his chest. "I'm going to use the washroom. But don't look," I giggle embarrassed.

  "I believe I've seen your gorgeous little body tonight, Saige."

  "You haven't seen my ass or my birthmark. So close your eyes, Malcolm," I lean up to glare at him.

  "Okay," he laughs rolling onto his back covering his face with his forearm as I hop off the bed. Grabbing my negligee off the ground, I run for the main washroom before he decides to peek.

  Once inside, after cleaning my body with a quick rinse off shower, I again brush my teeth. I also hear the water running in his bathroom, and I look forward to crawling into his fresh Malcolm scent and warmth.

  And I'm happy.

  I never once felt the other hands on me, and I never once felt fingers pushing into me that I didn't want.

  I felt Malcolm everywhere inside me and around me tonight, and I couldn't be happier in this post-orgasmic haze than I am with him right now.

  Walking back to his room, Malcolm’s in the covers in the middle of the bed watching me closely. I can see his intense face, and I know he's wondering and waiting and probably a little nervous I’ll eventually lose it.

  So hopping on the bed like a little kid, I tackle his chest as he huffs a quick laugh and straddle his stomach to kiss the hell out of him.

  "I'm really good. And happy," I say between kisses.

  "I noticed," he replies against my lips. "Ready for-"

  "More?" I ask rubbing my body suggestively against his stomach.

  "Sleep?" He laughs pulling me into his arms until I settle spooned against him when he tugs the blankets around us.

  "I'm ready for many things with you, Malcolm," I sigh happily.

  "Tomorrow," he whispers his promise with a light kiss on the back of my head.

  CHAPTER 31

  Rubbing against Malcolm with my ass, I whisper his name. I think I maybe dozed off, but I suddenly feel very awake and very aroused. Trying to wake him, I want my more now. "Malcolm?"

  "What's wrong?" He croaks sounding much more asleep than I was.

  "It's tomorrow now," I sigh moving my hips against him again. Flipping myself over, I look at Malcolm's eyes looking at my own. "It’s tomorrow now," I whisper moving my hand down his naked chest to his pajama bottoms.

  "Ah, Saige?" He stops speaking when I quickly peel down his pajama bottoms to look at him. Definitely sized-appropriate to the rest of his huge body, I'm a little stunned looking at him only half erect I think.

  Lowering the waist band of his pants Malcolm lifts up when I pull them down to his knees so his entire area is exposed. "Wow... Okay," I laugh a little looking at Malcolm watching me closely.

  Trying not to babble, I look back up at Malcolm watching me with a grin and crinkled eyes. Touching my cheek with his warm palm Malcolm smiles, "You're very cute when you're flustered," he grins again as I look back down at him lengthening the longer I stare. "I'm a man, Saige, with a man-sized cock."

  "I see that," I whisper.

  Hearing Malcolm say cock sounds almost dirty and not as gentle as he usually speaks to me, and I really like the difference. Almost like maybe he doesn't think I'm as fragile as I thought he did.

  "What are you thinking?" He asks leaning forward to kiss my lips.

  "I'm not fragile, Malcolm."

  "I know you’re not," he quickly agrees.

  "Do you?" I ask hypothetically hoping he doesn't answer me.

  Deciding not to hesitate or speak anymore, I wrap my left hand around him and start a slow slide as he rolls to his back again.

  Kissing down his chest, I open my mouth to suck on the tip sliding my hand up to meet my lips. I think I can take in half his length without gagging so crawling over his legs I try.

  With my hair falling forward, Malcolm reaches to sweep it all over my right shoulder as he watches me. Lifting right up on his forearms, Malcolm moans softly and watches as I take him as deep as I can while my hand works him as well.

  Looking back up, his eyes are wide and his lips are slightly parted. He looks so intense like this, I suck a little harder hoping to watch him come undone. I want to see him release and I want to watch him give me everything I can take.

  When he groans my name I smile around him and increase my speed. Tyler loved this and said I was amazing at it, and watching Malcolm I'm pretty sure Tyler was right. Suddenly shaking my head, I force thoughts of Tyler from my mind to focus on Malcolm panting in front of me.

  "Saige, I-" Malcolm stops speaking as his head snaps back when I suck harder on him.

  Moving my tongue along the underside I feel a thick vein and work it as fast as I can. Slipping my left hand under him to his tight sack his legs spread wider and his hands actual
ly grasp the sheets beside my head. Watching him react to me, I feel good, and strong, and secure with Malcolm like this.

  I love watching him pant, and I like feeling equal to him this way. He isn't this huge presence around me suddenly, he's the presence suffering in pleasure under me.

  And I'm very aroused being in control of him this way.

  Feeling my hair lightly pulled Malcolm begs, "Stop, Saige. I don't want to finish like this. Stop," he moans when I shake my head and keep going.

  Squeezing him a little tighter in my hand, I lift higher on my knees and take as much as I can in one deep suck. Swallowing around him, I know when he felt the pressure on his head because there's a louder groan and a movement under me nearly toppling me forward.

  "Stop, Saige," he begs so low in his throat I smile again before rising from him slowly to pop him out of my mouth with a cheeky grin.

  With one last lick across the head, I look back at Malcolm staring at me with eyes wide and his chest pumping hard and fast. Watching him I realize I've never seen anyone look as hungry as he looks right now and I love it.

  "Why did you make me stop?" I whisper flicking my tongue across the tip once again.

  "Jesus Christ, Saige," Malcolm actually huffs as I smile.

  "Yes?" I tease again when he grunts and actually pulls his own hair.

  "I need to be inside you so badly, I can't even think straight. I need to feel you, Saige."

  "So have me," I whisper crawling on my knees up his body to kiss his lips.

  Just making contact, I cry out when Malcolm bruises my mouth against his. Kissing me hard and deep, I gasp in his mouth around his tongue. There is nothing gentle in his kiss and nothing left of my sweet Malcolm. He is all feeling, and all male under me suddenly.

  Sliding a hand down my front as we kiss, his hand lowers to my negligee to pull it out of the way as he reaches to touch me again. Stilling slightly, his hand is slow but his mouth is desperate against me. Malcolm actually seems conflicted by his need- but I'm not.

  "Touch me," I beg in his mouth as his fingers quickly impale me. Arching my back, I lift for him and cry in his mouth when he pushes down on my clit. He isn't gentle anymore, and I love it.

  "You're so wet," he groans again.

  "Yes," I arch for his hand between us.

  Moved again, Malcolm has me on my back, ripping my negligee overhead before he dips down my body so quickly I have no time to cry out before his tongue thrusts inside me. Instantly thrown into a maelstrom of sensation, Malcolm moans in my body and laps up my arousal.

  Crying out, I'm surrounded and engulfed and so ready for him, I don't want to lose this feeling ever.

  "Now, Malcolm. I need you now," I cry as my stomach and hips jump with my climbing arousal.

  "Are you-"

  "I'm sure, Malcolm. Oh, god... I want to feel you inside me," I pant and cry when I feel the last swipe of his tongue against me flicking my clit.

  Crawling back up my body, Malcolm reaches for the bedside table and pulls out a condom so quickly my arousal doesn't lessen any while I writhe against his thigh between my legs.

  Rubbing my arousal against him, I need him and want him, and I feel so desperate I nearly tell him to forget the condom. I know I'm on the pill, but I don't know who Malcolm's been with, or even if Tyler was lying to me about using condoms himself.

  Watching Malcolm lean back down toward me he bends one leg beneath mine so my leg rests over his hip and his other leg stays between us angled.

  Brushing my hair away from my face, he holds my head in his hands and leans down to kiss me. Taking my lips, he's changed the speed again as I rock against him nearly begging him to enter me.

  "Saige, I-"

  "Please don't," I smile before kissing him harder. "I'm so good right now I’m dying to feel you inside me."

  Kissing me again, I feel Malcolm's slight movements and his slower penetration. Back and forth he moves as my hips follow.

  Wanting him inside me my hands reach for his hips and try to pull him in quicker. Frustrated with his slow, I arch my hips again and try to force him in me deeply.

  "Baby, slow down," he breathes in my mouth. "I want to feel this with you," he almost begs and again the air around us changes from desperate to loving in a second.

  Everything slows down and everything seems so real and beautiful between us, I slow my desperation to match his need.

  Feeling his size enter me and the pressure of Malcolm stretching me, I pull away from his mouth to watch him. With gritted teeth and a strained neck, Malcolm looks so harsh like this the contrast between his soft eyes for me and his sexual intensity is amazing.

  He looks like he could fuck me until I scream, but he moves like he's making love to me. And it’s then when he stares at my own eyes that I realize he is making love to me.

  "Give me everything, Malcolm. I want you to have all of me while you want me like this," I whisper surprising even myself with that sad confession.

  "I'm going nowhere, Saige. I'm never leaving you," he chokes up a little as he moves slowly inside me.

  Deeply he pushes inside me until I arch from the depth and pressure. Stopping all movement, Malcolm again takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply as I adjust to his size. Waiting, our breath is transferred between us as we feel.

  And then he moves.

  Slowly Malcolm enters and retreats kissing my lips softly. He moves slow as a dream and fills me completely. I feel him deep inside me and I actually see him with me in this, and that's when I beg for more.

  "Please... I need more and harder," I plead as he nods darkly.

  Bracing himself on his bend leg, Malcolm lifts my hips to move a little faster. Using his ass muscles to grind against me with his thigh for strength, I counter thrust against him. Lowering his head he sucks my nipples into his mouth hard as I cry out and arch below him. Raising my hips, Malcolm gets more depth until I feel almost too full of him.

  Rising on his arms, his leg still powers him into me as his own back arches. "You look like a fucking goddess," Malcolm says low in his throat as I smile quickly before moaning again.

  Licking his fingers he goes back to my body and as his hand suddenly touches my clit I gasp the pleasure lighting up inside me. Reaching for Malcolm's ass, I pull him into me as he moves. Harder and a little deeper, Malcolm continues to work my clit bringing me back up again.

  After forever with him moving deep inside me I know my internal clenching, and I know the hip movement I can't control. I know when I'm close and Malcolm knows it as well.

  "Please..." I whine turning my face into his raised forearm.

  Grunting suddenly, I moan an oh god as I feel my muscles tighten up around him. Inside and outside, everything is tight and stressed and when I feel his fingers suddenly pinch my clit my hips jump on the bed.

  Gasping his name, I mutter incoherently until he bends back down to my mouth. Ripping his hair out to hold his lips to mine, I just cry when he pinches me again and everything explodes around us.

  Screaming my sudden release in his mouth he never lets me go. Stabbing into me a few more quick hard thrusts, Malcolm releases in my mouth a guttural sound unlike anything I've ever heard before as I spasm around him inside me.

  Bruising our mouths, I hold him so tightly my body actually lifts as he does. Turning us, I'm dropped on his chest as our mouths part. Hearing Malcolm groan once more when I bare down on him still inside me, I exhale deeply on his sweaty chest. Feeling his hands on my ass grinding me slightly against him, his thrusts continue slowly until he can't seem to take anymore.

  And then everything stops but our panting and gasping.

  Rubbing my hair against his chest to get it out of my face, I bite the nipple near my mouth as his hips rise once more pushing his softening cock inside me with a low groan.

  "I've died," he finally breathes as I smile against his chest. "And it was the sweetest death I'll ever know," he adds leaning his chin down to kiss my head. Combing all my hair to t
he side of my head, Malcolm looks at me as I raise my own eyes to his.

  "I love you, Saige," he says so sweetly, my eyes fill immediately. Nodding against his chest looking at his beautiful eyes telling me everything between us, I believe him.

  "Are you okay?" He asks gently stroking my head and hair.

  "I'm very okay," I wiggle feeling him slip out of my body completely. "But I would like to shower before I pass out."

  "As you wish," he says playfully. "Any regrets or anything you need?"

  "Nothing, Malcolm. You were amazing and I feel so good, I can't wait to be with you again."

  "Give me 10 minutes," he laughs.

  "In the morning," I giggle against him. "Can you push me out of bed though- I don't think I can stand up on my own."

  Moving his legs quickly, Malcolm actually hops out of bed like he's still full of energy while I feel nearly comatose. "Here," he says sliding me to the edge and picking me right up in his arms.

  Like a child, he carries me, and even though I laugh at being carried I snuggle into his chest as he walks us from his room.

  Placing me on the counter of the main bath, he starts the shower and with the cutest grin ever says, "Well, I finally see your birthmark," looking at the reflection of my ass in the mirror as I swat him away. "And it's not ugly, Saige. It just looks a little like South America," he says so seriously studying it through the mirror I burst out laughing again when he hugs me tightly to his chest.

  Pushing myself off the counter still laughing, I tell him to leave me and my birthmark alone. "Want some help?" He asks grinning.

  "No. I think you've done enough tonight," I fake growl at him.

  "Being with you tonight will never be enough," he breathes deeply as my chest constricts. "Have your shower and hurry back to bed," he smiles one last time before kissing me softly.

  *****

  Walking back to bed in my negligee again, I'm all smiles and giggles. I'm warm and clean and I'm dying to get back to Malcolm. It's just after 3:30 in the morning, and I feel exhausted but kind of wired.