Page 235 of The Holy Grail
“It’s a combination of the two,” she answered, as she grabbed a slice of toast and then took a bite, as if he wasn’t rubbing her clit with skilled precision. “A hot, stacked man—gloriously naked—enjoying a bowl of Lucky Charms … it’s the dichotomy that turns me on. It wouldn’t have been nearly so erotic if you’d been chowing down on, say, Raisin Bran,” she added, taking another bite of toast, and as she did, reached down with her other hand to cup his balls firmly, massaging them as he groaned.
A moment later, both his hands were on her hips and exerting enough upward pressure to let her know what he wanted. After shoving the last bit of toast in her mouth, she raised herself up and gazed down as he grabbed his hard cock and angled it so he could drag the flared tip along her clit a few times before sliding it back to her entrance so she could lower herself onto him … which she did, very slowly.
“Take all the time you want,” he said, his voice pleasingly rough to her ears, as he watched his cock slowly disappear inside her. “I’m not losing my fucking mind, or anything.”
“I just like to feel every inch,” she replied softly, after swallowing the last mouthful of toast. “Especially when I’m on top, because you feel really thick like this, and it’s too good to rush. So.” She gave him a quick kiss. “Shut.” Another kiss. “Up.” Another kiss, this time with a small nip to his lip as she finally bottomed out.
He groaned again, adding a mumbled, “Oh, so good,” at the end.
She started to move on him, holding onto the back of the chair behind his shoulders, finding it easy to establish a rhythm with her feet on the floor, and loving the ease of it all. It made her favorite position even better.
His hands on her hips pushed her down forcefully and she moved her hands to his neck, stroking with her fingers as she nibbled at his lower lip, causing him to kiss her hard, almost crushing her mouth with his.
“I always wondered how good it would be with you,” she murmured.
“I never wondered. I always knew it would be … anomalous.”
“You knew it would be what?”
“Anomalous.” His breathing was becoming labored, making his words come out choppy. “Inconsistent, or deviating from what is usual, normal, or expected.”
“Most people would just say ‘great’.”
“I’m not most people. ‘Great’ is for someone with no imagination, or a Word-of-the-Day app.”
Jules couldn’t stop herself from chuckling softly, even as she began to feel the telltale signs of an impending orgasm.
There were times when she loved to let him last as long as he could, and unfortunately for him, this was not one of those times, so when she could tell he was making an effort to not come by closing his eyes and likely doing math problems in his head, she pressed his face in between her breasts and held him there.
When he groaned, “Oh, Jesus, not yet,” she sped up, because she didn’t want to come alone.
When it was over, they stayed locked together, and were holding onto one another when Malcom got home a few minutes later.
As he came upon them in the kitchen, obviously having just had sex, he grabbed a kitchen towel and brought it over to Jules.
“Where have you been?” Jules wanted to know, after taking the towel.
Malcom sat down. “The cemetery. I needed to finish reading my ‘Fuck You’ letter to Monroe.”
“How did it go?”
“Good. It was more cathartic than I thought it would be, to be honest. I was afraid I might feel ridiculous reading a letter to a headstone, but Lauren was right—it wasn’t for him, it was for me, and I feel … lighter. Like I’ve released a bunch of shit.”
“That’s fantastic. I’m very proud of you.”
“Me, too,” Evan said. “I know you worked hard on it.”
“Would you like to read it?”
They seemed surprised by the offer, but nodded.
After a little bit of clean up (but remaining naked), Jules and Evan read the letter together, pointing out their favorites. Evan’s was the one about ‘Taking it in the ass’, while Jules really liked the ones that were short and sweet, because they were ‘fun’.
Once finished reading, they gave Malcom big smiles and pulled him in for a hug.
“Well done,” Evan said.
“Yes, well done,” Jules agreed.
