by S. L. Naeole
He slid onto the bed beside me, pulling me toward him and then onto him, my chest pushing down on his, my legs resting on either side of his hips. The tumescent length of him glided easily between the lips of my core and my ass cheeks, resting there with intermittent twitches as Mal kissed me so deeply, I could almost believe he tasted my heart.
Pulling me up, his mouth clamped onto one of my nipples, reminding me then that they had been sorely neglected in his office and the elevator. His lips surrounded one nipple while his hand found the other, and together they pinched and pulled at the sensitive buds, shooting currents from my chest straight down to my belly where sensation and liquid heat pooled and flared outward to drown me. He suckled fiercely, pulling not just my nipple into his mouth, but also my areole and part of my breast. His teeth grazed my skin before sinking deeper, the whole while his tongue swirled furiously over every part it could reach.
Not wanting to neglect the other breast, he released me with a pop, and then repeated his ministrations on the other one, his hand now moving to pinch, twist, and caress my breast that glistened and tingled from the actions of his hungry mouth. I could do nothing but stare at him, at the top of his head as he feasted so deliciously on me. My hands had already found a place in his thick hair, latching onto him and pushing my breast into his face so that he’d know, even without sound, that what he was doing to me was everything I wanted.
Mal’s free hand was swirling in circles at the base of my spine, moving up and down, higher and lower, caressing my backside, tracing the vertebrae, dipping into the cleft of my cheeks, and grazing the curve of my neck. He was touching me. Always touching me. Even without his body, he was always touching me, and I loved it.
I loved him.
Curls of heat gathered all over my body, every inch of skin becoming so sensitive to touch that when he lifted his mouth to press a kiss to my bare shoulder, I shuddered. “Mal,” I breathed, needy.
He felt my shudder and his body released one of its own as he moved his hands to my head and tugged me down to meet his mouth. His lips were full, swollen like mine. Pressed together, they tingled as if new nerves had formed, birthed from our passion to enhance every single kiss we’d ever share. I wanted his taste in my mouth, wanted his tongue to glide silkily across mine. And he gave me what I wanted. I didn’t need to tell him, didn’t need to plead for it because he wanted these things too. He licked me just like he said he would. He nipped at my lips, sucked them into his mouth and then gnashed his teeth at me because he wanted more.
We were greedy with the kisses, swipes of tongues that dueled for dominance even though neither of us would lose this battle. We were both winning. We were both succeeding at building ourselves up to a frenzy. My hips were rocking with each thrust of his tongue. His hips lifted with every lick I made in his mouth. He held my head possessively still so that only he could slant his mouth over mine, so that only he could lower his mouth to my chin and bite before nipping up my jawline. But I didn’t care. I wanted whatever he wanted to do to me. I wanted whatever he wanted to give me.
“Mal,” I breathed, because with each jerk of his hips I knew what it was he wanted to give me, and I wanted it, too. I wanted that slick, sliding length to finally find its home in me. “Mal, I need you.”
Nodding in understanding, his hands moved to my hips and he slid me down before lifting me, his shaft pulling out from behind me to spring forward, the tip of it slapping against my belly. Confused, I looked at him. “Wha—”
“You’re going to be on top this first time,” he said, breathless. “This way, you will be in control. I don’t want to be on top of you and scare you, love. You’re not ready for me to be on top yet. Not yet.”
Understanding dawned on me, and my heart bloomed with so much love that tears filled my eyes. He was giving me all the power here. He knew my fears so well, understood them and me so perfectly.
“Don’t cry,” Mal said, slightly panicked. “Baby, this is for you.”
Shaking my head, I pressed my fingers against his lips. “I know. I’m not crying because I’m upset. I’m crying because I love you so much.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he moaned before crashing his mouth against mine once more. Those kisses were only fuel on the fire of my need, his need, and so we broke apart with a ragged cry as his hands once again focused on my hips.
“Take my cock in your hand,” he rasped. Carefully, I reached for him, taking the shaft between my fingers. He lifted me up then, my knees and thighs helping as he positioned my body over the tip of his cock.
“Lower yourself slowly, fit me against you. Take your time, love. Take your time and take as much or as little of me as you want.”
His words were deep, body-invading sounds that made me moan in anticipation. Once he knew I was bearing my weight on my knees, he moved his hands to my center, his thumbs sliding between my thighs to gently pull apart the puffy outer lips of my woman’s core. And through it all I watched. I watched as I adjusted my body over the blunt tip of his cock. Instinct told me where it would fit, and desire told me that my body was willing and ready.
Slowly, with a control I didn’t know I possessed, I lowered myself onto him. I knew better than to hold my breath, knew better than to allow my body to tense up at the first sign of his intrusion. I leaned forward, resting one hand on his chest as millimeter by millimeter my body accepted him.
There was pain. Burning. I flinched at the first inch of him, his width impossible, his length interminable. I hissed at the second inch, pausing with panting breaths even as my body cried out for more. Even as Mal’s body shook with the control he was exerting. I looked at him, at the pain, need, and almost desperation that reflected in his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Relaxing at his words that moved through me like honey, I felt him slip in another inch, and then two more. The burning increased, but seeing him, watching his face as I moved further down his shaft only spurred me on. His expression was one of rapt pleasure and desire. He wanted me. He wanted this. Together we were crashing through that last barrier of innocence between us and as my body sunk even lower, taking in another three inches of him, I felt a rich fullness that I knew my body recognized as its soulmate. This was the physical embodiment of “fitting”, and I realized that Mal fit.
Holy fuck, did he fit.
And I groaned at how good that fit felt.
So…
Fucking…
Good…
“Perfect,” he whispered, reading my thoughts as usual.
My body adjusted to him quickly, and the new sensations he brought with his presence inside me triggered a sudden and almost torturous orgasm that shook me so hard my nails scraped against Mal’s skin and caused him to hiss. My body rocked forward, sensation pulling me back, which only heightened the tremors within me. I whimpered as Mal’s hands gripped my hips firmly, my body suddenly weak and languorous.
“You came so quickly,” Mal marveled as his shaft slid out of me almost all the way, then he plunged up as his hands tugged me down. The act tore a scream from me as my head flew back, another ripple of pleasure coursing up my spine and turning every extremity into nerve bombs that exploded with each touch. “Come again, baby. Come again and again.”
Again, he lifted me and then plunged, yanking my body down onto his. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other sent a naughty thrill running through me as I began to move, instinctually rocking my hips as he raised me up and down, his cock working in and out of me like an organic piston. The act caused my clit to rub right at the base of his shaft, and with two orgasms already under my belt in such a short time, I was so sensitive that after just four thrusts my body was shaking again as a freight train of sensations blasted into me and I felt wetness leave my body and coat him.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted as his body jerked up even faster, our bodies slamming into each other over and over, friction and the wet slap of skin carrying me as wave after wave of
pleasure took over. “Look at me, baby. Look at me, Victoria,” Mal commanded, and I did, watching his face contort, his pupils dilate into black disks as he shouted, “I’m coming, baby. Fuck, Victoria. Fuuuccckk!”
His body jerked once, twice, his hips pumping into me before his body stiffened and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips. I felt something hot and thick jet into me, felt his body quicken even as his face froze, his mouth partially open, his eyes frozen on mine.
He was beautiful in his orgasm. I’d always thought so, but this one was different. This one was unique. It brought with it an irrevocable change in both of us. His first. My first. Our first. At that acknowledgment, a smaller release hit me, though no less life-altering as the ones that came before. This one wasn’t caused by anything we were doing, though I could still feel him—semi-hard and twitching deep within me. Instead, this one was all because of my recognition of us.
Amazing.
Sitting up, Mal took me into his arms, his body full of tiny tremors as his mouth brushed gentle kisses across my face. The act pushed him even deeper into me and I moaned in response, reflexively clamping down on muscles I wasn’t even aware were still functioning. He, in turn, rumbled something before turning me over, my back pressed onto the bed. He was over me, on top of me, his body separated from mine but we were still connected.
“Mal,” I gasped, forcing my breathing to remain calm even as the fear crept closer and closer to me. My eyes squeezed shut, my hands moving to push against him.
“Victoria,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice. “Victoria look at me. Look at me. See me.”
Lifting slowly, my eyes opened to take in the outline of his face. His hair hung over his forehead, falling down to touch mine. His eyes were wide, his lips parted.
“It’s me, Victoria. There is no one here but you and me. I’m the one on top of you. Me. No one else. Tell me you see that, love. Tell me that you see me. Only me.”
He slid himself into me, the sensation pulling me a little further away from the darkness encroaching in my mind. “See me, sweetheart.” He pulled himself out partially. “See only me. See my face. Hear my voice.” Again, he pushed himself into me, his hands stroking my face. Inch by delicious inch, he dragged me away from the world where fear claimed me.
“I see you,” I whispered, my hands moving away from his chest to entwine in his hair. “I see you.”
Slow drags of his body worked in sync with the slow whoosh of the blood in my veins, the thickness of it caused by the electricity of my body’s reaction to him. “It’s only me, sweetheart. No one else will ever be here with you but me.”
Licking my lips, I nodded. “Only you.”
He lowered his mouth to my neck and laved at my pulse. He growled into my skin, nipping and sucking a trail of fire down to my shoulders and then to my heart. He pressed a heated kiss there before one hand pressed against it. He lifted his gaze back to mine, his pace never picking up but his eyes growing more intent, his body lowering by millimeters until we were pressed against each other, belly to belly, the only thing separating us completely was his hand on my heart.
“Stay with me, love. Stay here with me. Be with me. Love me. Let me love you. Let me love you forever,” his voice drifted over me, through me, into me.
“Yes,” I sighed, wanting everything he offered.
“Who is with you, love? Who’s here with you?”
I watched the way his pupils shook, watched his mouth as he sucked his bottom lip in and bit it. “You. Mal. You’re with me. Mal is with me.”
Another growl slipped out of him. “Say my name, love. Say it over and over again so you know who’s here, pressed against your hot, luscious body. Say it so you know whose dick is inside your tight, fiery pussy. Say it so you know who’s going to make you come over and over again for the rest of your life.”
Breathing heavily as he began to moved faster in me, his free hand moving to grasp my thigh and lift it, allowing him to plunge into me even more deeply than before, I said his name on the inhale. “Mal.”
When he began to twist his hips slightly with each thrust, rubbing against my clit and sending shockwaves pulsing down to my toes, his name left me on a loud exhale. “Mal.”
When he brought his mouth down to mine to trap my bottom lip between his teeth before tugging it and letting it go with a lick, his name left me with a shout. “Mal!”
Every act was one of claiming and gifting. We both took and gave. We both stole and returned. The bed beneath us was shaking from the rapid thrusts of his hips into mine, and the night air was filled with grunts, slaps, and my voice calling out his name over and over again. There was no space between us anymore. There was also no fear. I trusted this man. His scent, his touch, his voice had branded me so efficiently and completely in the span of these past few months that there was no room anymore for anything but him.
This wasn’t just love, anymore.
This was submission to what he was.
I had trusted him to protect not only my heart but also my body, which was harder to give than the former. And he was sheltering it, treasuring it, worshiping it. He was also using it, making it feel things and experience things that I’d never imagined.
The feel of his thick, hard cock inside of me was a revelation, but it also worked as an amplifier for everything else he did. Every touch, kiss, look—they held within them the power to destroy and rebuild me in the blink of an eye. My bones shattered with each lick of his wet tongue. My skin burst into flame with every graze of his fingers. My nerves exploded with just one look from his passionate gaze.
“Victoria, come with me. Come with me, sweetheart,” he panted, and my body knew it would oblige. There was nothing it wouldn’t do for him now. My heart had already known him. My mind had already accepted him. Now it was my body that finally understood in totality what it meant to be with Mal, and there was no denying him anything anymore.
“Mal,” I whispered as the fluttering that hadn’t left me once since the first kiss earlier this afternoon turned into a full-blown spasm of desire.
His thrusts grew rougher, almost painful as his pace picked up, but it was a delicious pain, one that coated me and stained me forever with the darkness of its pleasure. And when I felt his body stiffen, when I heard my name rasped on his lips, that spasm turned into a vortex of electricity as I came with him, my voice a shout into the night of my love for him, my need for him, my trust in him.
And he, in turn, cried out my name in a consecration, one that slammed solidly into my soul as his eyes—wide and staring unblinkingly into mine—allowed me to see into his, and I was able to see myself there. There was no lie in Mal’s words, his voice, his acts. I had just witnessed and partaken in the most honest act this man had ever committed, and in that moment I was both humbled and filled with pride.
“I love you, Victoria Abigail Olsen.”
“I love you, Michael Alan Lachlan.”
With a sigh, he rolled off of me, taking me with him until I was nestled against him in the bed. I could feel hot liquid seeping out of me and onto the bed. I could feel sweat trickling down my back. I could feel his hot, sticky length laying across the tops of my thighs. But I didn’t care.
This was perfection.
It was still dark when I woke up and peeled myself out of his arms and headed to the bathroom. I closed the door and then turned on the light, staring at my reflection in wonder.
“So this is what you look like,” I said in awe at the woman looking back at me. “This is who’s been hiding for so long.”
My skin was rosy, my eyes clear despite the tiredness behind them. My smile was at ease, and my shoulders were relaxed. My lips were swollen from so many kisses, and there were faint purple marks on my neck and breasts from Mal’s rough suckling, but I could only smile as my fingers brushed along the marks. His marks. Marks that I’d chosen, marks that I’d allowed because I wanted them.
I used the toilet, noticing as I sat down the slight dampnes
s and the crunchy bits of once damp things that had dried. Feeling self-conscious, I flushed and then walked to the shower. The water turned on and heated up quickly before I stepped into it, feeling the spray hit my back like magic needles. Moving my hands over my body, I used just the water to erase the traces of our combined lovemaking, and a thought hit me with such devastating clarity that all I felt at that moment was how cold my blood became.
Stumbling out of the shower I reached for a towel and wrapped it around myself. I rushed out of the bathroom and hurried toward the bed, Mal’s sleeping form working to both calm me and infuriate me at the same time. “Mal,” I called to him taking his shoulders in my hands as I shook him. “Mal, wake up.”
Groggily, he opened his eyes. “What’s up, sweetheart?”
“We didn’t use a condom. I’m not on the pill. Mal, this isn’t good.”
He sat up and then groaned as understanding moved across his features and settled into that same spot it had settled into me. “Fuck.”
I sat on the bed beside him, a different fear settling over me as my hand moved to my belly. “What are we gonna do?”
Mal’s eyes lifted to mine and he cupped my face with one gentle hand. “Whatever you want to do, love. The morning after pill is available over the counter. I’ll go get it if you want me to. Or we can wait and see.”
Morning after pill. Wait and see.
Is this really my life? Did I really go from hiding myself in the catacombs from society to having sex and worrying about family planning in just a few short months? I looked at my belly, my hands pressing inward. What if…
“When you say wait and see, what do you mean?” My voice was so quiet, I’m not sure he even heard me.
Pulling me into his lap, Mal pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth. “I mean, we can wait and see if anything happens because of me being stupid and reckless with your safety and health. If you do become pregnant, then whatever you decide is what we’ll do. If you want to terminate it, I’ll be by your side the whole time.”