Page 96 of Malachi
“You love me,” he repeated, his voice shaky, as though his own emotions were threatening to take over. Lord knew mine were. He walked a few steps, lowering both of us to the sofa that sat along one wall. He really had thought of everything for this bunker. My legs spread over him, straddling his large frame, as our lips finally met in a kiss.
Soft and sensual, our lips moved against each other, opening to each other’s questing tongues. His mouth caught my gasps, his groans echoing my own feelings of love and lust that grew from glowing embers to a roaring fire with every touch of his body against my own. I could feel his heart thundering in his chest, answering the call of my own.
“Stand,” he whispered against my lips. It took a moment for the word to process in my brain, but I finally disentangled myself from him, standing between his spread thighs while he simply looked up at me, his eyes taking their fill of me.
With gentle hands, he lifted my dress up and over my head, tossing it to the side and leaving me in nothing by my underclothes. I had half a mind to comment on the fact that this was the first time we had been together sexually, where he hadn’t ripped my clothing.
“The night is young,” he chuckled. Oh. Perhaps that thought hadn’t been in my head after all. He reached forward as I blushed, turning me to face the opposite wall. His fingers deftly unfastened my bra, letting it hang from my shoulders as his hands slid gently down my back. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, he tugged them down slowly past my hips. Gentle kisses rained over my spine, lower and lower, as my panties moved down, dropping to the floor. I kicked them to the side, hoping they would land somewhere we could find them later. Much later.
His hands moved like whispered breaths over my hips as he kissed his way back up my spine with torturous slowness. He turned me around again to face him. Sitting back against the sofa, he simply looked at me. I should have felt embarrassed. He’d never seen me like this, in a room, especially one with harsh lighting such as this. But I wasn’t embarrassed. I felt empowered. Empowered by the incredible man before me, and by the love we shared.
“Christ, you are beautiful,” he whispered, his tone turning rough and deep with lust. Emboldened by his words and that passionate gaze, I raised my hands to my breasts, filling my palms with their weight, my fingertips finding my nipples as I gently teased them into stiff peaks.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Eden Temple,” he groaned.
“But what a way to go,” I whispered back with a smirk. Keeping one hand teasing my nipple, I moved my other hand lower. I widened my stance, letting my fingers touch the place they had never ventured to touch, not in this way at least.
My fingers slipped through my folds, already wet with arousal for him. The button of my clit was easy to find, circling it slowly as my eyes closed and my head tilted back.
“Let me,” he murmured, his hand moving along my own, touching me, our fingers tangling together over the wet softness of my pussy.
“Beast,” I breathed as my breath hitched at his touch.
“Not here. Here, I am just Malachi,” he urged me. I nodded my head, unwilling to open my eyes. Seeing him touch me, seeing the way I knew he was looking at me, would be my undoing.
“Stay just like that. Stand right there for me while I touch you. I want to see all of you, every inch of you, as I make you fall apart under my hands,” he groaned, coaxing pleasure out of me as his fingers slipped inside of my wet heat.
My orgasm came quickly, vibrating through my body as his fingers deftly moved over me like a pianist touching the keys of their beloved instrument. That’s what I was. His beloved instrument. Emphasis on the beloved.
As my voice choked out a sob of release, he pulled me to him, guiding me over him until my thighs straddled his. I opened my eyes in surprise. He had removed his own clothing as well.
“Wait,” I gasped out, moving back off of him. “I want to see you too.”
“Very well,” he whispered, standing from the sofa and switching our places. I sat down on the sofa, though it was immediately apparent that with our size difference, it was not exactly the same view.
His cock, hard and dripping from the tip, bobbed just in front of my face. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him, wanting to feel him twitch against my tongue. I wanted to hear the sounds he made as I brought him pleasure.
“Fuck, Eden. Don’t do that,” he groaned. With an impish grin, I leaned forward, licking the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at his tip. I was allowed nothing more, however, as his hands hooked under my arms, lifting me up and back into his arms as though I weighed nothing at all.
He turned us, sitting back down on the sofa and forcing my legs to straddle him.
“Kiss me,” he pleaded. Who was I to say no? My lips found his, our sensual kiss quickly igniting into something far more fiery and passionate than any kiss we had previously shared. Our hips moved together, his hard length teasing at my slit as we moved.
“I want you,” I panted against his lips.
“Then have me, love,” he groaned. His hand reached between our bodies, his fingers flicking at the bud of my clit for only a moment before wrapping around his length. I lifted onto my knees, allowing him to position himself at my aching entrance.
I lowered myself onto his length slowly, feeling every inch of him spread me, fill me, claim me. We shifted, finding the right position as our lips met again. We moved slowly, rocking back and forth as we both sought our pleasure languidly. There was no rush here. No race to the finish line.
We moved.
We gasped.
We came together with achingly sweet slowness. It was torture, and it was bliss.
But above all, it was love.
Only love.
