Chapter 45
Calida
Malcolm wanted to put Shawn down for the night, so I stood in the middle of his expansive room, taking it all in. This house really was perfect. I smiled at the sight of the unmade bed and the articles of clothing scattered about.
Chuckling to myself, I started to pick up the items. For a man that spent as much as he did on clothes and shoes, he didn’t seem to be a fan of wearing them when at home. Not that I minded. My mind could easily stay in the gutter where he was concerned.
After putting his clothes in the hamper, I grabbed for my bag but stopped. I quickly stripped down to nothing then slipped under the covers, pulling them to my neck.
“What the hell am I thinking?”
Just as I started to get up to put on my PJs, Malcolm walked in.
“Does he always take that long to go down?”
I shook my head while silently praying my face wasn’t turning red. “Think he was just excited it was you.”
I gripped the covers tighter, hoping he’d walk into the bathroom to give me a quick minute to get dressed. Instead, he pulled off the shorts he wore and tossed them on the bench at the foot of the bed.
He looked around then back at me. “You picked up again. I’m gonna have to do better or you’ll start thinking I’m a slob.” He gave me a long stare. “Are you cold?”
I pressed my lips together and shook my head again. I had no doubt I was in full blown blush mode. The lopsided grin that appeared on Malcolm’s face confirmed that. With slow, deliberate movements, he crawled onto the bed. My hands clutched the covers as I slid down in an attempt to cover my face as well. I felt the tug.
“Whatcha hiding under those covers?”
He loomed above me on all fours. With a devilish smile on his face, he placed his hands on the top of the covers on either side of mine. Uncontrollable nervous laughter erupted from me.
Malcolm started laughing in response. “What’s up with you?”
I pressed my lips together in an attempt to get myself under control. He let go of the covers and sat back on his legs. Closing my eyes, I let out a slow breath then released the grip I had on the blanket. As soon as I did, the covers began a slow journey down. The cool air hit my breasts. The covers stopped moving. I opened my eyes to see Malcolm staring at me. I dared not let my eyes go lower than his face.
“When in Rome?” I squeaked out.
I waited for him to say something. Instead, he shifted so that he was above me again, on all fours. Slowly, he leaned down, but kept our bodies separated. He brushed his lips against mine. They trailed down the side of my jaw to my neck. Each kiss was light, barely making contact with my flesh. Beneath my earlobe. The tip of my chin. From one side to the next, taking his time and driving me crazy in the process.
A soft moan escaped my lips when his tongue traced along my collarbone. He placed kisses on my chest between the valley of my breasts. My back arched with need. The aching need to have his tongue on my nipples. Burning desire to have his hands on me, buzzed through my body, but the only contact were his lips. My own hands fisted the sheets in fear of breaking the spell.
My heart rate increased. He shifted. The covers went lower. My stomach now exposed. That ball of nervousness started to form. I closed my eyes, focusing on the good feelings being created. This was Malcolm. My Malcolm. He wasn’t going to hurt me.
His tongue circled my navel, and I shuddered from the contact. Goosebumps covered my body, and I worked hard to not squirm. A light trail of kisses made their way back up my body. The fine hairs of his beard scratched along my flesh, adding another dimension to the sensations. I whimpered.
His lips were on mine again. The kiss slow, and unrushed. Just his lips moving atop mine. Sweet. Sensual. The kiss of a lover. My lover.
I needed more. I wanted more. I brought my hands up, wrapping them around his neck. He got the message. His tongue slid into my mouth, and his body covered mine. The warmth, the full contact. I wanted him, needed him. He was the air; I could breathe again.
His hand covered my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. I arched my back, reveling in the feel. Malcolm’s mouth left mine, turning its attention to the stiff bud. His tongue flicked the erect peak drawing another moan from me. My legs parted, his erection pressed against me through the covers. I lifted my hips, yearning for closer contact. My nails raked down his back as his tongue made an excruciatingly slow circle around the sensitive bud. This had to be a new form of torture. My body was on fire with desire, but he was in no hurry to put out the flames.
I continued to move my hips against his bulging erection. “Malcolm, please.”
I felt the hot burst of air as he chuckled in response. The tip of his nose led the path across my chest before he gave the other breast the same treatment. His hands went to my hips, forcing them to be still. I groaned and felt him smile against my heated skin.
Using his nose, he made a zig-zag path down my abdomen, blowing ever so lightly as he went. With his body gone, the bracing air hit my flesh, but did nothing to cool me off. He stopped moving when he reached the edge of the covers. My ragged breathing was the only thing I heard. I waited with bated breath for his next move. The lower half of my body remained covered, and I desperately wanted him to expose the rest.
His hand splayed across my lower stomach. His thumb dipped below the covers, skimming across the top of my hairs. I lifted my head to look at him. The intensity in his eyes caused a shudder. He made sure I felt the brush of each of his fingers as they grazed across my body.
My head fell back against the pillow, and I let my legs drift farther apart as he revealed the rest of me. He kissed the inside of my thigh. Then the other. My hands fisted the sheets in anticipation. I shuddered when his tongue ran up my thigh, stopping just before he got to where I craved him most.
I wanted him now. An unbearable need to have him inside me radiated through my entire being. I bit down on my lip to stop the plea that was on the tip of my tongue. I wouldn’t rush him. He pressed his nose directly between my legs and inhaled. My breathing had been reduced to shallow pants. He placed a kiss—no tongue, no fingers—just a kiss on my already throbbing sex, and I lost it. Letting out a strangled cry, my entire body shook as the orgasm shot through me.
Every nerve ending on alert, buzzing with awareness. Locked in on the miraculous feelings Malcolm created.
I panted, barely aware of what he was doing until his mouth closed around my clit. I covered my mouth with my hands to muffle the scream. He. Was. Merciless. The gentle suction had my head rolling from side to side. When his tongue slid the length of my folds, I squirmed to get away. His strong hands held me in place. It was sensory overload. He shifted, putting my legs over his shoulders. I gripped his hair, and moved my hips in sync with the movements of his mouth.
The building. I pushed myself into his face. The release. My legs shook. My body trembled. I couldn’t catch my breath. Just when I didn’t think I could take any more, he stopped.
I stared up at the ceiling as shockwaves continued to course through me. The bed shifted under his weight. I was vaguely aware of him moving. A drawer opened. Paper ripped. His mouth covered mine again as he settled his weight above me. The heady scent of my arousal filled my nostrils. I suckled his tongue, tasting myself, unashamedly turned on more by it.
He broke from the kiss, but our lips remained connected. “Are you okay?”
I shuddered at the husky sound of his voice. The ability to speak abandoned me. I could only nod my head in response. Malcolm pulled back to look at me. The smile on his face set thousands of butterflies loose in my stomach. With his finger, he traced down my nose, over my lips, down my chin, coming to rest at my neck where my necklace sat. He stared at me, not speaking, but the smile never left his face. It was in that moment that I felt it. The look on his face conveyed how much he loved me. How much he cherished me. My breath hitched. I was overcome with emotion and had to look away. His fingers were on my chin, bringing my gaze back to him.
“Hey, what’s wrong.”
I shook my head. Tears rolled from my eyes. I brought my hands up to caress his face, and leaned up so I could kiss him. Wrapping my legs around him, I lifted my hips, needing him now more than ever. Malcolm didn’t hesitate. He pushed forward filling me. I fell back against the pillow, and snaked my arms around his back. His muscles rippled under my touch as he slowly slid in and out of me. I closed my eyes. My body was attuned to every thrust. Each one bringing a moan from my lips. He was in no hurry, and I didn’t want this to end.
Malcolm’s breath was hot on my neck as he licked, kissed, and suckled my flesh. My legs fell from around his waist. I lifted my hips, wanting him deeper. His fingers dug into my thighs. Puffs of warm air hit my ear from his ragged breathing. I was close; my body remained sensitive, hot and pulsating from his masterful attention.
My nails clawed at his back. More tears leaked from my eyes. “Fuck! Yes!”
His thrusts got harder. Faster. My nails dug into his back, needing something to hold on to. He lifted me. We sat face to face, with my legs wrapped around his waist. Our bodies moving in sync, I rocked against him with each upward thrust. Our eyes locked on one another. My hands went to his face, and I pressed my lips to his in desperate need to have every connection I could with this man. Our tongues wrestled for control. Grunts and moans filling the space around us.
I pulled away, dropped my head and arching my back as another wave of pleasure crashed over my body. Malcolm’s strong arms held me tight as he pushed into me over and over. Each time harder and deeper than the last until he let out a long, throaty grunt. The warmth of his release pumped free. My convulsing body welcomed him, milking him until there was nothing left.
We fell back onto the bed. Our bodies covered in a soft sheen of perspiration. Our breathing: heavy and loud. We looked at each other; he wore a cocky smile as his thumb came up to wipe away my tears.
“Told you I could make you cry.” He winked and gave me a quick peck on the lips before rolling off the bed.
I rolled to the side, watching as he removed the condom I’d not realized he put on. He headed to the bathroom, returning shortly still wearing that cocky grin. He turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and pulled me close. I felt his lips on my forehead.
“I love you, Ginger.”
My hand went to his face. I loved the feel of his beard, the way the hair tickled my palm. The words were on the tip of my tongue. Part of me had a pull to say it back. Almost as if they needed to be said, but I held back. What if it was just the sex talking? No, now was not the right time. When I uttered those words, I couldn’t have any doubt.
“Promise?” I whispered.
He took a deep breath. His arm tightened around me. “Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
I nuzzled my head against his chest and wrapped my arm around his waist. “Such a romantic.”
He let out a yawn. “I know.”
I snuggled close to him, and let the gentle thumping of his heart lull me. His fingers made little circles on my arm. “I went back on the pill,” I said mid yawn.
He didn’t respond. Merely held me tighter and placed a kiss on my head.