AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’ve had sex with other women, though, Jami. High school was years ago.” He carried her past the pool tables and into the back bedroom where she’d been sleeping, lowering her to the bed and turning toward the nightstand. “Does that bother you?”
Jami pushed the messy covers out of the way as she watched him pull a box of condoms out. She bit her lip when he pulled one free, ripping it open. “I think I feel jealous.”
“You shouldn’t.” Malcolm sheathed himself in the condom. He leaned over her, placing a quick kiss to her lips. “None compare to you. Jami, I lo—”
Jami captured his mouth and the words, her heart squeezing even though she’d cut him off. The tension had ramped up in his back as her hands slid up and down it. He returned her kiss and crawled on top of her.
She stiffened.
“Fuck, I wasn’t thinking.” He pulled away apologetically.
“No, wait.” She grabbed his shoulders. “I could get used to it. With you.”
“No, Jami,” Malcolm snapped. His hand cupped her cheek, so gentle compared to his words. “Nothing you’re uncomfortable with.” His brows drew together. “Though I really want to press you into this mattress.”
“Then—” She broke off as he urged her to roll over.
“Have you made love on your stomach?” Malcolm asked right next to her ear, his chest warm against her back.
Jami shivered even as his wording made her throat tighten. His hand slipped under her hips, finding her center. He dragged his wet finger up, stroking a gasp out of her.
Jami’s hips rose on their own, giving his hand more room.
“So this position is okay?” Malcolm asked, moving behind her. His other hand slid under her breasts, pinching her nipple even as he continued to stroke her below. “No bad feelings?”
Only pleasure built inside her. “Nothing bad.” She groaned, her focus narrowing on the tightening nerves below.
Malcolm’s body was suddenly over hers, and he slid inside. His erection felt bigger than ever before from the angle. He stilled as his finger stroked faster. “Come for me, Jami,” he breathed in her ear before his mouth found her neck with a lick. “I want to feel it again.” He bit down as her body tightened.
The comforter muffled her gasping cry when she came. Malcolm growled as he began to move inside her. His chest pressed hers into the mattress even as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her ass against him with every thrust. He groaned through her body’s next orgasm as well, working her through it but still not coming himself.
Instead, he pulled out and rose. “I need to see you.” He rolled her onto her back, positioning her ass at the edge of the bed.
Jami blinked up at him as he stood between her legs, lifting her hips in his hands to thrust inside again. “How about this?” he growled, keeping his upper body off of her.
Jami couldn’t speak, not when she was so overcome in sensation. Her hand moved to her clit, even as his erection continued to fill her. She flushed as she realized what she’d been about to do and started to pull away.
“Go ahead.” Malcolm slowed his thrusts, using his hand to return her finger to that aching nub. “Send yourself over.” His grip moved back to her hips, pulling her into the next thrust.
Jami stroked herself in the same rhythm—up when he pulled almost out, then a hard down when he sank back in. Their pace quickened. Her shoulders jerked, her body curling in as the pulsing took her.
“So perfect,” Malcolm groaned. He stilled as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, shuddering as her body gripped him over and over, but his pulsing didn’t join hers.
Jami’s body melted after that release. Little shuddering reminders made her squeeze around him, where he was still buried.
Malcolm hummed, the tendons in his neck straining. “You’re tired. Give me a minute, and I’ll pull out.”
Jami struggled to raise her torso off the bed. Her arms wrapped around his back, and she pulled him down with her as she fell back to the mattress.
Malcolm stiffened on top of her, but her own body felt perfectly content.
“Jami, no,” he said, trying to lift off of her.
But Jami’s hands clamped together as she held on tight. “Please,” she murmured, arching to feel him inside her. “Make it yours.”
Malcolm’s hand tilted her chin up so he could search her eyes. He pulled almost out, then sank deep again. Her nerve endings shuddered, but not in fear. He did it again, his eyes intent as she gasped in a breath.
His weight settled on top of her, even as his arms slid to her sides to keep some of it off.
