Page 44 of The Holy Grail
Before she’d even blown him?
In her dating experience, this wasunheardof.
Had she found a unicorn?
It was time to find out.
Eyes locked with his, Jules leaned back until she was bracing herself slightly on her arms, complying with his command but maintaining the ability to watch him.
Slowly, he took one of her feet and lifted it so that he could unzip and remove her boot. After setting it aside, he did the same to her other foot. Next, he placed his hands on her legs, just above her knees and under her skirt, then slowly pushed it up until her white panties were exposed to his gaze.
For a second, she worried he might be disappointed by what he was seeing. Paige’s bra and panty collection could have been mistaken for a mini Victoria’s Secret store, but Jules had never been one to spend a lot of money on scraps of lace to impress the men she slept with. Now, however, she kind of wished she was wearing something with a little moreWow, because Malcom was someone she’d like to impress.
Without saying a word, he lifted her legs up and set her feet on the counter with enough space for him to lean forward and hook his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She watched as he lifted her slightly and slid her panties up her thighs, then down her calves, and off.
She was now fully bared to his gaze, and his eyes drank her in, appreciating the trimmed triangle of auburn hair, before bending his head and softly rubbing his nose against her, inhaling deeply several times. When he’d gotten his fill, he raised up and traced the sides of her swollen outer labia with his thumbs, before separating them to open up his ‘work’ space. Then, he lowered his head once again and pressed his mouth to her petal-pink flesh.
Her sweet sigh was almost as loud as his.
At first, he was slow and gentle as he got to know her intimate parts, running his tongue along her inner labia and circling her clit, but as he got more focused on her pleasure rather than his exploration, Jules reclined all the way back, and in the process, bonked her head on the granite countertop.
At thethunk, he stopped what he was doing and looked up.
“Don’t stop, Mal,” she told him. “I’m fine.”
“Mal?”
Realizing she’d shortened his name in the heat of the moment, and thinking he might not like it, she started to say, “I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be. I like it.”
Then, instead of resuming what he’d been doing, he straightened up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, then took it off. After rolling it into a makeshift pillow and placing it under her head, he asked, “There. Better?”
“Actually, it would be even better it you gave me that one, too,” she countered, pointing to the white T-shirt he was still wearing.
With a hint of a smile, he pulled the shirt off, and while he was rolling it for her, she took in his bare chest. At forty-two, he was still in great shape, with a respectably defined chest and flat abdomen. His shoulders and arms were nice, too, making it clear he spent some time working out to maintain an impressive physique, even if he wasn’t a true gym rat. He had tight nipples and a light smattering of dark hair that narrowed to a happy trail, which disappeared into his jeans … where he was sporting what appeared to be an impressive erection.
Before she could tell him to lose his pants, Malcom was getting back to work.
Jules was no stranger to receiving oral sex, but she wasn’t used to this level of service. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d been eaten like a filet mignon instead of a cheeseburger.
She also couldn’t remember the last time she’d come so quickly, or so hard, that her entire body was practically writhing on the counter as her orgasm steam-rolled through her.
After mostly recovering, she raised herself up on her elbows and met his gaze from where he was still parked in between her legs, looking pleased with himself. However, as she attempted to sit up, he immediately frowned.
“What are you doing?”
The question confused her. “I’m … getting up.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m not?”
“No, because I’m not finished.”
She was now even more confused. “You’re not?”
“No. That was my warm-up.”
