Chapter 32
Malcolm
I was at a loss on how to respond.
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in your house.”
“Uh, I’ll be fine in a pair of gym shorts. No biggie.”
She leaned forward, kissing me for the second time. With her lips still pressed against mine, she whispered the last words I expected to hear. “Make love to me, Malcolm.”
I took in a sharp breath. What the hell was happening right now? “I’m...I’m going to take the couch. You...you should get some sleep.”
I stood, and she did the same. “I thought you said you wanted me.”
My head fell forward. Fuck! I didn’t want to put any more cracks in her fragile spirit, but I needed to let her know this was a bad idea. She stepped closer, resting her hands on the waistband of my jeans.
“Baby, I do, but tonight is not the right time. You’re emotional, it’s been a long night—”
One hand wandered to the front of my pants and stroked the outline of my cock. Rational thought flew out the window.
She stretched up, placing a kiss on my chin. “That’s exactly why I need to. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I want you to make love to me,” she said, slowly unzipping my pants until my dick sprang free.
“Baby, please, it’s too soon.”
Her warm hand wrapped around my throbbing cock and slid down the length at a tortuously slow pace, drawing a low groan from me and cutting off my objection.
“It’s been two years, Malcolm. Two years of me hiding. Two years of me being ashamed. Two years of dealing with the nightmares and memories of everything that happened. I need to be reminded that it’s not about pain and anger. Please, Malcolm,” she begged softly. “I need you to remind me, to show me what’s good. Let me feel your love.”
Those last words were my undoing. I leaned down to kiss her. Her hand abandoned my dick, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me with a desperate passion. We walked back toward the bed, breaking from the kiss when my legs hit the mattress. I took a seat on the edge of the bed. She stood between my legs, gently chewing on her bottom lip. I watched her face for signs of distress as I ran my hands under her shirt. When I started to lift it off, Calida leaned to turn off the light, but I stopped her.
“I want to see you.”
She shook her head.
“Yes, baby. You said no more hiding.”
Taking a deep breath, Calida closed her eyes before lifting her shirt over her head, and dropping it to the floor. I stared at her as she stood before me topless. Her breasts rose and fell with the steady breaths she took. Her nipples were tight, rosy buds begging to be sucked. She was beautiful, but as my eyes journeyed farther north, I saw she was terrified. Her eyes remained closed, and her lips were pressed together in a tight line.
I put my hands on her waist, bringing her closer. “Look at me…Ginger.”
She gasped and her eyes popped open. “You…you said you wouldn’t call me that.”
“I’m taking back what’s mine.”
I took a risk bringing up that name. I couldn’t call her by it after hearing how he’d used it against her. He’d hurt her because of our connection. Because of me. I didn’t want to bring her any more bad memories, but hearing that she perceived my behavior differently than intended, I needed to reclaim it. For both of us.
I kept my hands planted firmly on her waist. “You want to remember the good. That name is yours. It’s ours. So, remembering the good needs to include the cleansing of that name.”
She swiped at a stray tear that rolled down her cheek and gave me a lovely smile with a subtle nod of her head. My Ginger.
“You are beautiful, breathtakingly so.”
“You’re just saying that to get into my pants,” she joked.
I let out a low laugh. Joking was good. “Is it working?” I asked, trying to keep the tone as she’d set it.
She nodded. “I think so,” she whispered.
Keeping eye contact, my hands moved down to the waistband of her shorts. With slow movements, I pulled them and her underwear down, revealing the triangle of red hair. I swallowed hard and felt a trickle of liquid run down the tip of my cock.
I slid back on the bed, kicking off my pants. She moved to straddle me. The curly hairs between her legs tickled the tip of my dick. It twitched in anticipation of what was to come. Ginger leaned forward, kissing me. I grabbed her ass. I wanted to push her down. I ached to feel the warmth of her body surrounding mine, but I refrained. She needed to take the lead. To be the one in control from start to finish.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, I used my free hand to cup her breast. My thumb drew circles around the erect nipple. When she broke from the kiss, I leaned down, closing my lips around the rosy bud. She moaned in response then lowered herself down just enough to allow the tip into her body.
I abandoned her breasts to look at her, she lowered herself a bit more, wincing as she did.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded. “You’re …um there’s just a lot of…you.”
I smiled before kissing her again. This time when she lowered herself, I lifted my hips. Her nails dug into my shoulder, and she let out a forced exhale. She didn’t move, so I waited, reveling in the feeling of being completely enveloped within her body. I kissed her neck, sucking gently on the soft flesh. I’d never wanted to be with a woman as much as I wanted Ginger, and now being inside her, feeling her tight, slick walls embracing me felt like a dream. Even if she never decided to move, this moment was heaven for me.
She rocked forward slightly, and I groaned in response. My hands rested on her thighs. I gave a squeeze, trying hard not to make her move. She put her hands on either side of my face, kissing me as she slowly rocked herself against me again.
“Tell me you love me,” she whispered against my lips.
I pulled back, looking deep into her emerald eyes. They shimmered with the tears pooled at the bottom. “I love you.”
She smiled before she began to move. She pushed herself up and down on my rigid shaft, slowly at first. Her body was tight, but with each movement, she opened up more. I pushed my hips upward, meeting her movements, and pushing myself deeper into her silken, warm center.
“Fuck, baby…you feel so fucking good,” I groaned.
She leaned back, and her breasts bounced with her motion. I grabbed one, closing my mouth around the taut peak. She moaned in pleasure. Using her body weight, Ginger leaned forward, forcing me backward. She found my lips, kissing me deeply as she continued to move her hips. Faster she went, riding my cock, taking the pleasure she needed. My hands were on her waist, helping her as she drove us toward the end. She broke from the kiss, leaning back to rest her hands on my thighs. She rode me hard. I let one of my hands travel across her stomach down between her legs. My thumb circled her clit, and she let out a low moan in response. She fell forward, burying her face in my neck. Her nails dug into my shoulder. Her body shuddered around mine, and she let out a muffled cry as her orgasm hit. I felt the tightening in my balls before my own release burst free, spilling into her.
Neither of us spoke or moved. Our heavy breathing came out in sync. I remained in the euphoric afterglow, reveling in the fact I’d just made love to her, so it took me a moment to feel the dampness on my shoulder, followed by the trembling of her body. She was crying. Shit! I knew I shouldn’t have done this. She wasn’t ready. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around her, and held her tight.
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Crying. Who the hell was crying? I shifted, realizing there was someone next to me. Groggy memories came back. Ginger was curled up beside me, with her head resting on my chest. She looked so peaceful. More crying. Shit! Shawn. Moving slowly as to not wake her, I eased myself out of bed. She shifted, turning over to get comfortable again. Ginger. My Ginger. I gave one last glance before grabbing the shorts from last night, and slipped them on as I exited the room.
Shawn stood red-faced and snot-nosed inside the playpen.
I walked over retrieving him from the crib. “Are you always this loud in the morning?”
His cries started to calm down.
“Woah, you smell. Let’s see if mommy brought a diaper bag.”
There wasn’t one downstairs, but after some searching I located her keys. Luckily she had a bag in her car.
“There. Much happier with that crap off you.”
Soon as I released him, Shawn did a quick flip to his stomach to push himself to his feet. He headed right to the diaper bag and started pulling out things until he found his empty sippy cup.
“Juice,” he said, holding the cup out to me.
“Right. Sure thing, juice for you, coffee for me, but first we need to put out that toxic diaper of yours.”
I debated for a minute on if I needed to take him with me to the garage or if I could leave him on his own. He pulled out the baby powder and tried to eat it. He was coming with me. Scooping him up, I glanced at the microwave clock; it was barely six. Today was going to require a lot of coffee.