41. Wren

41

WREN

M y jaw had dropped from his command. He wanted the entirety of my pussy to cover his face and the mere thought of it had me going feral. With his hand still on my outer thigh, he gave me a firm squeeze in question.

He was waiting for my submission.

Starved eyes and all, he waited patiently.

On a single breath that I knew I needed to take, I then gradually lifted my leg off the ground with the help of Mal.

"Hands in my hair, Doe," he demanded as my thigh was now draped over his shoulder. "Yank as hard as you need to, I plan on getting my fill of you."

In the blink of an eye, his mouth had latched onto my core. My fingers immediately sought out his hair.

Tongue exploring, he ventured to places no man has touched in years. Through my folds, not quite to my clit yet, I could barely contain the moan that soon filled the air around us.

Every movement was thorough.

Planned out and executed with precision. Almost like he knew exactly where to lick, kiss, and nibble to make me cry out in ecstasy.

But he kept purposefully avoiding that spot that was now beginning to ache with every missed stroke of his tongue.

My legs began to quiver.

My frustration began to grow, so on the subtle arch of my back, I tried to shift myself in the direction of his tongue.

"Mal…" I groaned, pulling lightly onto his hair to get my point across that I needed more.

His eyes were closed as if savoring me, but he quickly opened them and shot me a warning look.

My head lolled back against the wall as a restless burst of air, a jolt of pleasure and pain shot through me, causing me to cry out. "I know what I'm doing, Doe. Trust me," he mumbled over my flesh before flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.

I did trust him, but I needed more.

I needed more of what he just did.

And when I thought I'd have to go another excruciating cycle without attention to my clit, my prayers were finally answered when he latched his lips around it.

My back arched even more, until I had fully smothered him.

He wanted to suffocate, he got it.

He let out a deep groan of approval and used a hand on my ass to gyrate me on his face.

Everything about this seemed so dirty, so everything that I wasn't accustomed to but I loved it.

Loved seeing this raw, primal side of Mal that made me feel like he wanted no one else besides me. Like I was the lifeline in the dark just as I was in the light.

His tongue then dived deeper.

Owning.

Possessing.

Obliterating every doubt and hesitation that we may have had.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven." His grumbly voice vibrated against my flesh.

Sparks ignited behind my eyes and I knew it wouldn't take much more effort to get to me to the point of no return. Every nerve ending was buzzing, every muscle in my body was spasming, and I knew if he kept up with his destructive assault, I'd be blinded by a powerful orgasm.

One that I knew I would never recover from.

But just as I thought about how if I had one more firm swipe of his tongue I'd detonate, he quickly pulled away from me. Cold air hit my now glistening center, causing a gasp of confusion and frustration to fall past my lips.

I had no time to ask any questions, or even formulate one because before I knew it, my thigh was being removed from his shoulder and I was swiftly lifted off the ground and carried over to his bed.

"Need inside you, Doe. Now." He laid me down onto the mattress with tenderness before rising to his full height and peering down at me.

I couldn't breathe.

The only light that was on was a small lamp that hung on the wall just beside his bed. Even with the limited illumination, Mal was still the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Dark semi-wavy hair that was messy from my hands, a face that was so chiseled and handsome, I found it difficult to look at him head-on, and finally that large, intimidating body that heaved with each ragged breath he took.

He looked like a god standing at the foot of the bed.

A god that wanted to fuck me.

His nostrils flared out and his hands were in tight fists at his sides. I couldn't figure out what was possibly going through his mind at the moment. Whatever it was had me tensing from head to toe.

Then finally I watched as his hands unclenched and reached for the hem of his shirt. As if in slow motion, he lifted the fabric up and over his head, leaving his bare chest and torso on display.

Tattoos covered his chest.

So many of them my breath was caught in my throat.

So beautiful.

So Mal, I couldn't look away from him even if I wanted to.

I decided later that I'd look over each and every one of the art pieces on his body, but right now, I needed a moment of clarity. Especially as Mal began to strip off the pair of sweats he had on, all the while watching my every move with intensity.

My skin erupted in a cluster of goosebumps.

In only his boxers, I mentally prepared myself for the next big reveal. Though I'd already seen it, I had a feeling I'd have the same reaction as I did earlier.

Awestruck.

Desperation.

And finally, following the unhurried removal of his boxers, his very hard, very large cock was now pointed in my direction as if it already knew where it wanted to be.

Inside me.

His huge hand then engulfed his shaft. Rolling his palm up and down his length in leisurely movements, his gaze remained heavily focused on mine.

Watching.

Waiting.

My breaths had turned into short gasps as he stroked himself right in front of me. Even my legs had responded by subconsciously widening, beckoning for him to come closer.

He must have caught on because in a matter of only a few seconds, his jaw went tight and he released the hold he had on his dick.

"Scoot up the bed, baby." His voice was thick with desire, and without a second thought I followed his order.

Digging my palms into his comforter, I pushed myself back while he began to crawl his way toward me.

Predatory-like.

Slow, measured movements that made my heart thrash.

And once I was up close to the headboard, he began his short journey up my body until he was finally hovering above me.

Hands braced on each side of my face, eyes that never once strayed from mine, I could barely contain the desperation that filtered throughout my body. Every part of me ached in the best possible way, so threading my arms around his neck, I pulled his mouth down onto mine.

"I need you, Mal," I mumbled across his lips, causing his eyes to slam shut.

"Tell me again."

I smiled.

"I need you, Mal. So much."

"Not just now."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Not just now," I confirmed. "Always."

His shoulders sagged as if hearing that I needed him was the reassurance he required. Like any other answer wouldn't be good enough for him.

"Always." His forehead met mine and for a moment we just laid there, taking in this exchange of emotions. Our breaths intermingled as well as the increasing tempo of our hearts. And for a long, painful second, the secrets I had been holding back from him had almost come out. The need to unload everything to have a fresh new beginning overwhelmed me, but I didn't want to ruin this.

Not after everything.

The skeletons in my closet would have to wait for another time, but I had a strong feeling, sooner or later, it would all blow up in my face.

My heart. The true reason why I was here. It would all be out at some point, but tonight wouldn't be the night. Instead, I caressed my fingers along the back of his neck until I could no longer bear the feeling of not having him inside me.

I needed him.

And from peering up into the possessive gaze above me, I knew he needed me just as bad.