Page 127 of Fortunate Misfortune
I bend down and help her out of each golden heel. Unzipping the dress, I unwrap her body like the gift it is and let the dress fall to the ground. Hunger stirs as I straighten, taking in every inch of beautiful, smooth skin. But my eyes are on hers when I speak again.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Mallory. I can’t believe I’m the man who gets to love you.”
I sit on the comforter and pull her between my parted knees. My hands grip the back of her knees, roaming over the expanse of her legs, enjoying every inch of soft skin and toned muscles. A thin strap of emerald at her waist elicits a deep groan of approval from me.
“Truly perfect,” I say, before using my mouth for something other than talking.
A whine leaves her lips as my teeth graze her nipple, sending Mallory grinding against my cock, hard and straining against my briefs. The contact is simultaneously too much and somehow not enough. I need more.
I need all of her.
As if reading my mind, Mallory’s hand drifts down my stomach, stopping at the waistband. Her fingers move across the elastic in a teasing pattern.
“Scoot back,” she commands.
I do as she says, backing up until my back hits the headboard. It’s exhilarating to watch Mallory move across the bed, cheeks flushed and crawling toward me.
Her confidence seems to swell as she pulls off my briefs in one swift motion and wraps her hand around my cock. She bobs her hand up and down, and my head falls back against the headboard. Shit, I’m already so close to breaking, and this is only her hand. I’ve thought about this more than I’d like to admit. The real thing is so much better than anything my brain ever conjured up.
“Fuck, Eddie,” I breathe, baring my teeth as she kisses the tip of my dick. She grins wickedly, licking me from base to tip. The comforter scrunches in my hands as her lips part, taking me all the way in. I move to tangle my fingers in her hair, letting her move as she pleases, but desperate to touch her in some way.
She’s not timid, humming around me and sending every nerve into overdrive as she moves. Faster and faster until my hips buck at the overwhelming sensation, and I hit the back of her throat. God, it feels so good. The perfect mouth onthe perfect woman.
My body tenses, and I pull at the coiled strands, only stopping when she whimpers.
“Shit. I’m sorry, honey,” I say, wiping my thumb over her cheek. “Are you okay?”
Eyes dark as soot meet mine. With a single wink, she continues, sending me closer and closer to my release.
“Mallory…Please,” I beg, my voice unrecognizable and needy as I pull her off me. “I need you right now.”
“Who’s the impatient one now?” she teases, moving to straddle my waist.
“Me. Come here.” I wrap my arms around her middle and pull her to me, pressing kisses across her chest, stomach, collarbones, and every inch I can reach.
The sound of a drawer opening pulls my eyes to my bedside. “Looking for something?”
“A condom.” She ruffles through the drawer, but I’m positive there are none in my childhood bedside table. “Do you have one?”
I rub the back of my neck. “No. I didn’t expect this to happen tonight. I’m sorry.”
“Me either,” she mutters, rolling off my lap. The headboard creaks and she leans against it.
“Do we need to stop?” I ask.
“I don’t want to. I’m on birth control and, this should go without saying, I’m not sleeping with anyone else. It’s been well over a year since my last time.”
I clear my throat and look at my hands. “This is… This would be my first time,” I admit, my voice quiet.
“Oh.”
I expected that.
Then she takes me by surprise, straddling my hips again before she kisses the tip of my nose.
“I love you. Thank you for trusting me with that.”
“I love you, and I don’t want to stop either.”
