Chapter Two #2
He runs his index finger along the edge of her panties, then slips it easily inside her. “You’re so wet,” he says.
“I know.”
“Take these off.”
She eases out of her underwear and tosses them to the floor.
He presses her gently back, parting her legs so he can look at her pussy.
It used to embarrass her when he did that, but he always told her how beautiful she was and how much it turned him on to see her, so she stopped being shy about it.
Besides, the way he touches her makes any moments of bashfulness short-lived.
He can send her over the edge in less than a minute, and once he has her in that state, she couldn’t care less what he’s looking at.
She closes her eyes. He rubs the outside of her pussy with his first two fingers, then eases his middle finger in and out of her slowly, brushing her clit with his thumb. She has the urge to pull his hand in deeper, but he doesn’t like when she tries to control the pace.
“Mal, look at this.” He hands her his phone.
“What?”
“Just check it out.”
She takes the phone from him and looks at the screen filled with the image of Alec’s beautiful hands playing her pussy like an instrument.
“What did you do?” she shrieks.
“I recorded myself touching you.”
“Oh my god, erase this right now!”
“I swear I’ll erase it after you watch.” He replays it.
“Lay back down.” She complies, and feels his hands on her again.
This time, instead of closing her eyes, she holds the phone in front of her, watching him stroke her clit on the screen as his hand repeats the same motion on her body.
Then he inserts his finger slowly, in and out, in and out, onscreen and off …
and she drops the phone. Within seconds she feels the spasms building in her cunt, contracting against his hand, his fingers feeding her orgasm in their expert, practiced way.
She sits up, fumbles with his belt, and he helps her, pulling off his pants and boxers.
His cock strains against his stomach. She runs her hand along the length of it.
She can tell how incredibly turned on he is—how close to coming.
She knows that if she took him in her mouth she’d already taste it.
“Put your panties back on,” he says, his voice husky. Confused, she looks around the floor and scoops them up, wiggling into them half on her back. Doesn’t he want to have sex?
He pulls her back onto his lap so she’s straddling him, her breasts in his face.
He unclasps her bra, his mouth moving to suck her nipples so hard it almost hurts. She tries to remove her underwear but he impatiently just pushes it aside and she lowers herself onto him.
“Oh my god,” she moans. Sometimes, like tonight, he feels so big it makes her gasp.
She knows if she moves just an inch she could come.
It’s like that with him—so intense, so right every time.
She admitted once that she’s embarrassed by how crazy he makes her in bed.
He replied that sex with her was the most beautiful thing he’d experienced in his life.
Now, moving her hips, the friction of her underwear rubbing against her pussy intensifies the feeling of him inside of her.
She opens her eyes to look at him, and as if sensing her gaze, he looks up.
His face is filled with such lust and passion and love, it sends her over the edge, shuddering from her pelvis through the rest of her body.
Her release triggers Alec and she feels him coming, crying out the way he always does—loudly, with abandon. She wishes she could be as vocal, but even in the throes of ecstasy she’s mindful of being ladylike. It’s her upbringing.
Mallory rests her head against his chest and closes her eyes, relishing the absolute contentment that always washes over her after they have sex. It’s the rare time when her typically racing mind is absolutely blank.
“I hope you had a good birthday,” he says, kissing her head.
“Are you kidding? It was incredible. Thanks to you.” She shudders to think of having spent the last few hours alone tackling the drudgery of her legal work. “Definitely my most memorable birthday ever.”
“I knew you’d get into it. Didn’t imagine how much you’d get into it, but I always suspected there was a bit of a bad girl deep down.” He smiles to show he’s teasing.
Now, in the calm, rational space of their bedroom, she wonders what came over her. She didn’t belong on that stage. It’s like that puzzle setup: One of these is not like the others. She and Bette Noire are both women, but entirely different animals.
“I’m thinking of interviewing that dancer for the article,” Alec says.
“What?”
“That dancer who pulled you onstage—Bette Noire. I’m going to interview her for my article.” Mallory pulls away and looks him.
“Were you thinking about her just now? When we were having sex?”
“What? No—of course not. I just started thinking about work.”
Mallory can’t tell if he’s being honest, but she doesn’t want to have an argument and ruin what was otherwise a fun night. So she just says, “Thanks for a great birthday,” and kisses him.
“I think it’s the beginning of your best year yet, Mallory.” He strokes her hair.
“I just need one more little tiny thing from you tonight,” she says.
“Anything, my love.”
“Erase that video from your phone.”
“Aw, Mal, you’re killing me. That’s the gift that will keep on giving for us …”
“Erase!” She jumps up to find the phone and he scrambles to locate it first. He succeeds but she lunges at it and wrestles the phone away, laughing.
“Hand it over—I’ll erase it, scout’s honor,” he says.
“You were never a Boy Scout.” She holds it up just shy of his reach.
“Okay, technically that’s correct.”
She erases the video. “Fine. Have it your way,” he says. “But I think you’re underestimating the potential of a law-slash-porn career.”
“I’ll admit, you’re a very skilled cinematographer,” she says, able to joke about it now that it’s gone.
“Well, I did have a great subject. Very inspiring. Now I know how Hitchcock felt behind the camera with Grace Kelly.”
She rolls her eyes.
“You know what I’m saying, though.” He smiles. “We’re a great team.”