Mandy
While I was driving, the thought occurred to me many times to stop following Malcolm's car and head home. Though the thoughts came and went, I didn't.
Like the gentleman he is, after I park beside his car, he opens my door, takes my hand, and leads me to his apartment. We chat pleasantly about the weather as the fireflies flicker in the darkness. Up the stairs and down the hall, we manage small talk. However, once the door to his apartment is barely closed, all pretense is lost.
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.