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I will say this about Malcolm, the man was large. And he was large... everywhere.
In an act of uncharacteristic boldness, my hand moved between us, and curled around his hard length.
Malcolm's breath hissed out of him at my touch as his forehead pressed into the side of my head.
I stroked him tentatively at first, getting faster and more sure as Malcolm's breath got faster, more labored, as his hands started to move greedily over me again.
One slid back between my thighs as the other sank into my butt, moved over my hip, up my stomach, then grasped my breast through my clothes.
"Fuck," Malcolm growled as I leaned forward, closing my lips around him, my tongue tracing the smooth head before starting to suck him slowly. "Holly, fuck," he hissed, hand sinking into my hair, pulling until he left my mouth, and my head angled up to look at him. "I need to be inside you," he told me as his hand left my hair, tracing my lower lip with his thumb.
"Yes," I agreed, feeling an aching emptiness inside, despite having two orgasms. I needed more. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. Not until I felt him moving inside me.
Malcolm got to his feet, reaching down to me, grabbing me, lifting me up again.
My legs wrapped around him, my lips sealing over his as he moved us into the house.
Eyes closed, I saw absolutely nothing until Malcolm was lowering me down onto a bed.
But, well, I had no interest in looking around the room when Malcolm was standing there gloriously naked in front of me.
If I ever chose to notice a room's decor instead of this man's utterly perfect body, well, there was no hope for me. I would need to adopt a dozen cats and start wearing a lot of mothball-scented cardigans.
Malcolm reached for me, undoing my dress buttons with his giant hands, pulling the material from me, then reaching behind me to unfasten my bra.
A rumbling sound moved out of him as I became bare to him. His hand moved out, closing over my breast, then stroking over my nipple until it tensed into a tight bud.
He lowered down on the bed, balancing his weight so he didn't crush me as his lips moved down my neck, his beard tickling over my skin. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard, making me arch off the mattress and into his mouth.
He moved across my chest, down my belly, over my hips, my thighs, back up again.
It wasn't until my hands were digging into his skin, until my lips were begging for more, that he moved over me again.
His weight crushed into me for a moment as he reached in the nightstand for protection, taking a short moment to slip it on, then coming over me again, his lips taking mine.
"Am I crushing you?" he asked, teeth nipping my lower lip softly.
"No," I said, my legs folding around his lower back as my hips shamelessly rocked against him. "Malcolm, please," I whimpered, hands sinking into his ass as he shifted his hips.
I felt the thickness of him pressing against me for a short moment before he slid inside with a pinch as my body got accustomed to the thickness of him.
Settled deeply inside, Malcolm took a long, deep breath, before starting to rock gently inside of me.
It wasn't long before gentleness wasn't possible. We were both too needy, too desperate for release.
Malcolm's arm slid under me as he suddenly went up on his knees, holding me up on his lap by my butt, using it to encourage me to start riding him.
Slow and unsure at first.
Then building in momentum as the new angle was driving me up harder, faster.
One of Malcolm's hands moved from my butt to slip between my thighs, engaging my clit as my movements got faster and faster as my walls started to tighten around him, making me feel him even more intensely as I got pushed to that precipice.
"Come, Holly," Malcolm demanded, voice a rough growl, close himself.
Then I did, crying out my orgasm into his chest as my body spasmed hard.
"Fuck," Malcolm growled, hips jerking up into me for a moment before his body tensed, then went lax as his arms went around me, nearly crushing me to him for a long time after as we struggled to get our heartbeats to slow, our minds and bodies to work again. "I don't think I'll ever get sick of that," Malcolm murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple before coaxing me down off his lap before climbing off the bed. "One minute," he said, walking out of the bedroom.
I went ahead and shamelessly watched his muscular backside until it disappeared before sliding up on the bed and under the crisp white sheets, and finally taking in my surroundings.
