Mandy
One night.
That’s all this will be.
Dropping to my knees in front of Malcolm, I tell myself to keep going—make it count.
No matter what tomorrow brings, I know that I don’t want this amazing feeling to end. I don’t want to forget how good it feels to have Malcolm inside me, to have his cock and tongue buried deeply. I want to remember how his hands feel roaming my curves. I don’t want to forget the way he makes my entire body ignite and combust.
And perhaps a little selfishly, I also don’t want him to forget me.
Reaching for his belt, I allow the tips of my fingers to graze over his lower stomach and trace the indented V at his hips. His hard abs quiver under my touch. I move my fingers lower, closer to his impressive penis as I tease the edge of his pants. My tongue darts to my suddenly dry lips as I unbuckle the belt. My pulse races as I reach for the zipper and unzip his trousers.
It hasn’t been that long since he went down on me on the couch, followed by a less urgent fucking. My core is tender and satisfied, yet as my tongue tries unsuccessfully to wet my parched lips, and I caress his velvety length, my satisfaction is waning. I want Malcolm in ways I’ve never before known. My gaze moves upward through veiled lashes until our eyes meet.
“Mandy, you don’t—”
I don’t let him finish as I sheath my teeth and take him between my lips.
“Fuck!” His recurring growl sends tremors to my insides as I familiarize myself with his cock. Lifting my body higher, I concentrate on sucking him, taking him deeper into my mouth until he reaches the back of my throat. He smells like us, and despite the use of protection during sex, I taste the scent of us too, like the perfect combination of salt and musk.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this. I fight the urge to gag. It's not that there is anything gag-worthy about Malcolm’s cock in my mouth. It’s the exact opposite. With each swirl of my tongue and bob of my head, his skin tightens. The cum I missed the first time I fisted him leaks from his tip, and I greedily lap it with my tongue.
He doesn’t push me, being so patient, allowing me to work him at my own speed. As I keep going, his balls tighten, pulling closer to his body, and his cock twitches.
“M-Mandy…” My name comes out breathy as I continue moving up and down.
I add my hands to his cock so I’m able to service all of him at once. Though I don’t know how it is possible, as I suck and stroke he grows harder than before. Faster and faster I bob my head, fascinated that I’m able to make this incredibly strong man tremble at my touch.
Rolling his balls between my fingertips, my tongue continues to swirl around his tip and lap his length. Tighter and tighter his balls contract as I relish the power.
His breathing is quickening when all of a sudden he pulls away. The apartment, which I finally noticed is a very nice place, echoes with a pop as he pulls out of my mouth.
On my knees, I look up, wondering what happened.
“Turn around.”
His deep, commanding voice rumbles through me. Only momentarily confused, I do as he says. Malcolm reaches for my behind and pulls it higher.
“On all fours, beautiful. I’m taking you from behind. You’re too sexy—I can’t resist.”
My ass wiggles with anticipation as I move to the position he demands. Up on my hands and knees, I spread my legs farther apart.
“Look at you,” he says.
“I can’t…”
My words trail away as he describes what he sees. Though it should embarrass me, it doesn’t. The appreciation in his deep tone increases my wanton need.
“So fucking beautiful. Your pussy is pink and wet.” His fingers dip inside me, sending shock waves across my skin and leaving goose bumps in their wake. I’m a bundle of nerves, ultrasensitive to his touch. Slowly and deliberately, he spreads my essence until he traces my tight ring of muscles.
My head slowly shakes back and forth as my body tries to make sense of the stimulation. “I-I've never.”
Suddenly, his finger pushes through the barrier, going where no one has ever gone. It’s erotic and forbidden. The foreign touch is nothing like I expected. Instead of pulling away, I back toward him, little by little taking more and more.
As his finger finds a rhythm, his other hand rubs my clit. The two sensations are all-consuming. Just as the pleasure grows, his cock dives deep inside me. It’s overwhelming, skin on skin. It’s the most amazing sense of fullness I never knew existed.
“Jesus, that feels…it feels…”
“You feel fucking perfect,” he says, finishing my sentence.
Neither one of us mentions the missing protection. It feels too good to stop, to think, to reason. This time the build is slower, but more intense. His finger in my behind was a spark of lightning. Each movement ignites a new wildfire within me. Rubbing my clit is another streak of lightning. My body is alive with a storm of sensations. Flicker by flicker, the energy continues to grow, the heat and intensity continuing to rise until I’m on the brink of a devastating explosion. The storm is now a volcanic eruption ever growing, consuming me as his cock thrusts and his fingers delve and twist.
I willingly rock to his beat, pushing toward his invasion, wobbling on my knees as he pounds into me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever done, nothing I’ve ever experienced. Annihilation is within sight and I want to experience every molecule-blasting second.
It’s out of character.
We’re no longer civilized people. Together, in this moment, we are animals, primitive and raw. The pressure, friction, emotion—it all continues to climb. Malcolm’s apartment fills with words that neither of us comprehend. Primal noises replace words. Our deep breaths infiltrate our speech as we both struggle to inhale. Perspiration coats our skin. I’m barely aware of the scrape of his teeth as he nips at my shoulder and neck, causing my entire body to tense.
After all we’ve done tonight, I wonder how I could possibly come again.
I don’t know, but all at once the dam breaks, and we both surrender to the inevitable.
Malcolm collapses on top of me as my knees give out. His heart beats erratically against my back as he engulfs me in his embrace. Pulling out and leaving me feeling empty, he rolls me to my back and stares down into my eyes.
The intensity of his gaze mirrors my emotions as a dense cloud of sex lingers in the air. I’m drowning, and yet I don’t care. I’m exactly where I want to be.
“Mandy.”
I’m mesmerized by the rumble of his voice—not the just the masculine tone, but the way I feel it vibrate from him to me.
“I meant what I said,” he continues, “I don't want to let you go. I want more than one night with you.”