Page 163 of The Holy Grail
Oh, my God, was it fun.
“You can suck on my nipples now,” she told him.
He reached out and took a breast in each hand and immediately latched on to the nearest nipple, his lips tugging impatiently as his tongue swirled around the hard point.
As good as that felt, however, she put a stop to it. “What are you doing?” she asked.
Instead of letting go, he answered with a nipple still in his mouth, so the words came out rather mumbled. “Sucking on one of your nipples.”
“Did I say you could get handsy?”
“No, my queen,” he apologized, returning his hands to his sides. “I’m sorry.”
After a bit of a pause, as if she was debating his sincerity, she said, “Apology accepted. You can continue to suck on my nipples.”
He complied with enough enthusiasm to rock her back a little, and the hungry sound he made in his throat was nearly obliterated by the loud groan she made, as she felt the electric current race all through her body.When he’d gotten enough of one, he quickly latched on to the other, giving it the same ravenous treatment.When he finally pulledaway (probably to take a breath), she put her hands against his face and took his mouth in a deep kiss, their mouths meeting again and again, with need and want, their sighs and breaths mingling.
She didn’t realize she’d lowered herself and was rubbing against his straining cock, until he groaned again, yet very softly, as if he was really trying to be quiet.
“Quiet, Mal,” she reprimanded him, as if he’d sounded like he’d stepped in a bear trap.
“I’m sorry, my queen,” he replied in a soft voice.
She kissed him again and then bit gently on his lower lip, feeling his cock twitch hard against her, and she smiled against his mouth.“You like that?” she asked, biting his lip again, this time a little harder, and when he visibly refrained from making any noise, she couldn’t help but be impressed.
He was pretty good at this.
Jules eased back so she was sort of resting against the underside of his cock, near his scrotum and rubbed against him.“Do you want to be inside me?”
“Yes, my queen,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.
“Eyes open.”
When his eyes opened and met her gaze, she asked, “Do you want me to ride you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Yes, please, what?”
“Yes, please, my queen.”
“That’s better. Now, as much as I’d like to make you wait for a little bit longer, I’m going to be generous and not make you wait, mainly becauseIdon’t want to wait. So, you can thank me for that.”
“Thank you, my queen.”
She raised up, taking his cock and guiding the thick head to her entrance, and as she slid down slowly, the expression on his face—as well as his harsh breathing—let her know how much he was enjoying it.When she had fully taken him, she held his face in her handsand told him not to move, even as she began to ride him in slow motion.She could feel him trembling as he fought the urge to thrust into her, and she kissed his lips softly, as if to soothe him.
When she figured Malcom was at his limit, she pulled back. “You’ve been so good, that I’m going to let you moveanduse your hands,” she told him, as if bestowing a great gift upon him (which she kind of was), “but I want you to still be quiet.”
Almost before she was done speaking, his hands clamped down on her hips, and he took over the rhythm, pushing her down on him hard and fast, while he thrust upward as much as was possible. Not long after that, she felt herself approaching another orgasm, and said, “I’m going to come again, and I think it would be nice if you came with me, so I’m giving you permission to—”
“Oh, sweet Jesus, thank you,” he groaned.
“Did you just thank … Jesus?”
“Sorry. Thank you, my queen.”
“You’re welcome.” Jules was now almost at the point of no return, but she was still able to point out, “And I believe you’re supposed to still be quiet.”
