42. Mal

42

MAL

I could get used to having Doe in my bed. Especially having her beneath me like this, panting and clawing at my exposed skin as if she thought her torment would rush me into giving her what she wanted.

Fuck, was she wrong.

This wasn't a race, and as eager as I was to finally sink myself inside her, I knew I had to take my time. I wanted to worship her body entirely because there was no one else in the world who deserved it more than her.

A quick orgasm wouldn't give her that. She needed her mouth raw from kissing, her whole body shaking from the subtle graze of my tongue along every curve of her body, and her wetness to pool between her legs and onto my sheets.

Only then will she be properly worshiped and ready for me.

My mouth then dipped down to her collarbone and my fingers latched onto the bottom of her shirt. I wanted her bare for me, but her palm quickly landed on my hand, causing me to pause.

I peered up into nervous eyes that had me tensing.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I released the fabric of her shirt and cupped her cheek in my palm. I hated the apprehension and worry that was currently swimming in her gaze.

Had I pushed her too far?

"I… I'm just insecure about having my shirt off," she whispered and dropped her stare from mine.

My heart broke for my beautiful girl who thought she was anything less than fucking perfect. Though I hated that she felt that way, I understood and I'd be an asshole to push her right now.

It might take time for her to trust me fully, but I already knew that if I had to wait forever, I would.

"If you don't feel comfortable having it off, then that's okay, Doe. You don't need to worry about what I might think or say because nothing could make me not want you."

Her eyes sparkled in warmth and affection.

"When I said you're mine, I meant it." I dropped a kiss onto her nose before pulling away.

No longer did she look anxious or concerned, but instead she appeared to be back in her lust-filled state.

"If I'm yours, you better prove it to me then." She wrapped her legs around my waist and lightly tugged me down onto her.

The tip of my cock grazed her still wet pussy and I almost said fuck being patient. Even the desperate look she threw at me made me think that she felt the same.

"I'll prove it every day if I need to," I said through gritted teeth. "After practice." I took ahold of her thigh and lifted it to the side. "After a game." I brushed my dick along her smooth, glistening lips. "Whenever I want you, I'll have you."

"Yes." She gasped and with the subtle thrust of her hips, she made contact with my dick again. "Whenever you want, Mal. Now please, fuck me already."

Christ.

My chest swelled with the undeniable need to take her. Damn the consequences, I wanted her squeezing my dick like a vise grip. I wanted my name to fall past her lips as I drove inside her and, most of all, I wanted that connection with her.

She wasn't like those other women I had once fooled around with. Looking back, they were nothing more than a way to forget about the woman who haunted my every waking thought.

She was always meant to be more and I wanted to create that bond with her.

"Are you on something?" I asked while looking up into her clear, honey eyes for an answer.

"IUD," she responded with a nod and although a rush of relief had hit me, it was ultimately up to her whether or not she wanted more protection.

"If you want me to get a condom, I will, but I'm clean. Haven't been with anyone in a long fucking time."

Her eyes widened at my confession.

"What's a long time?"

My chest expanded. "Years, Doe."

She gasped.

Loud.

"As much as I want to feel you, I'll respect whatever choice you make."

A long pause had filled the air. Her eyes had shifted into an almost dreamy-like state and with her arms still securely wrapped around my neck, she pulled me in close.

"I love this sweet, caring side of you, Mal, but right now, I need to feel all of you without anything between us. I think I might die if I don't." She pressed her lips to mine as I mentally sighed in relief.

"Fuck, Doe." I groaned. "Don't say that."

Her mouth tilted at the side.

"Okay, I take it back. How about I just beg you some more to finally fuck me?"

Jesus, this woman.

This beautiful fucking woman, and she was all mine.

"I think you've done enough begging for the night, baby. Now let me take you out of your misery," I teased, using my grip on her thigh to spread her open.

Fuck, was she perfect.

Still wet from my mouth and smooth skin that seemed never-ending. She was a goddamn dream.

"Just like when you were sucking my dick, I need you to tell me if I'm hurting you or being too rough. Don't want this pretty little pussy to be in any pain tonight." I then hovered my mouth over her mound where I spit directly over her slit.

"Mal!" she shouted but as soon as I took my three fingers and swiped the saliva down her folds and toward her hole, her demeanor shifted.

"Think you're nice and ready for me now, don't you?" I took ahold of my cock and lined myself up. She hadn't responded, but I figured she couldn't because on my next intake of air, I shoved myself inside her.

Her walls immediately clamped down on me at the sudden intrusion, but I didn't relent.

I couldn't.

"Oh my god," she cried out on the arch of her back as I continued to power through.

Fuck, she felt like absolute heaven. So damn tight and wet that I could barely think straight.

Then using my hand on her thigh as leverage, I soon found a perfect rhythm. Slow, meticulous thrusts that had us both in a state of utter fucking bliss.

"That's right, Doe. Feel me." I pounded into her. "Feel how perfect we are together."

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

With every thrust, her hold on my neck loosened. She was becoming more pliant, more adjusted to my size as her moans turned to barely audible gasps.

"Promise me this isn't it," I demanded. "Promise me I'll have this forever."

I shifted gears and pulled her leg until it was high up onto my shoulder. The new position had me more deeper than before. So much so that sweat began to build up on my forehead and shoulders as I adjusted to the angle.

"Forever, Mal. Fuck…" she swore as her eyes glazed over and her warm hands went to cradle my face. "Don't stop," she pleaded with a rawness in her tone. "Don't ever stop."

Her walls tightened around me as I powered through her resistance. There was no way I could ever stop this even if I wanted to. I was a man possessed now.

Her pussy a drug. Her body an oasis. I never wanted to be without her, and the thought drove me mad.

Thrust.

"Move in with me," I demanded, my brain short-circuiting as all I could think about was my primal need to have her with me all the time.

Her eyes widened.

Thrust.

"Don't look so fucking shocked that I want you here. Now, tell me you'll move in."

Thrust.

"Mal…" she cried out, refusing to answer.

Then pushing on her leg, I drove myself deeper.

"I need you here, Doe. Warming my bed." I swiveled my hips. "My cock." Another firm thrust. "My heart."

I slowed down my tempo to an unhurried pace where she'd be able to feel everything. The smooth glide inside, while penetrating the deepest, most sacred part of her.

My breath had caught in my throat from the intensity of it.

Her fucking eyes that never strayed from mine.

Her tight pussy that kept sucking me back in.

It was all a fever dream. Something I never thought I'd ever experience, yet here I was, seconds away from coming inside her.

Filling her entirely.

"I need it harder," she panted as her head tipped back in frustration.

Halfway through a forward thrust, I made sure to rub my pelvis over her throbbing clit before pulling out entirely.

"How do you ask?" I palmed my dick that was coated in her juices and began to stroke myself.

Her expression was almost like she was in disbelief that I had stopped fucking her. I wanted to laugh, but as my stare took in her freshly fucked state and now dripping cunt, I began to fully regret my decision.

"Please, dammit," she snapped. "Please fuck me harder so I can finally come."

Her face was red and flustered, but her eyes were clouded in unmistakable desire. They had been since I had my cock in her mouth, and she was finally to the point where she couldn't withhold it anymore.

I grinned mischievously as I took one last drag of my hand down my cock and lined myself back up with her pussy.

"Yes, ma'am."

Pushing inside, I had finally given her what she needed. Hard, vigorous pumps that had her screaming out my fucking name.

She was getting close, and I was right around the corner too as the walls of her pussy began to strangle me. To the point my vision would blur.

"Oh god, Mal. I think I'm going to come," she cried out. I immediately took that as my cue to place the heel of my palm onto her clit and circle around the bundle of nerves.

"Oh fuck!" She peered at me through hazy eyes as I continued my assault. "Oh fuck!" Her head flew back and on the next few firm thrusts, I felt her coming around me.

Hard and thorough.

She then took in a heavy breath, her face turning bright red in the process when finally she let go. "Mal!" she screamed.

I didn't stop, though. I pulled every ounce of that orgasm out of her until her whole body began to quiver, sending me spiraling over the edge.

Every nerve ending, every muscle tensed, and on one final powerful thrust, I fucking exploded. Filling her with everything I had until I was drained, physically and mentally.

I couldn't even keep my eyes from closing as the top of my head to the bottom of my toes vibrated from the magnitude of sensations I was experiencing.

Nothing compared and nothing ever would.

And when I finally found the energy to open my eyes again, what stared back at me was what I wanted to see for the rest of my life.

Until my very last breath.

Doe.

And the heart-pounding gaze that she was giving me.