34. Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Mallori rested her head against my shoulder as I carried her out of the Den and kicked the door shut. Placing her on my bed, I turned off all the lights except for one small lamp, which cast a warm glow on her beautiful face. Then I stretched out beside her.
“Can we start over?” I asked, cupping her cheek with my hand. She deserved so much better than me, but I’d be damned if I wouldn’t bust my ass to make this second round special for her.
She turned her face and kissed my palm before nodding. “Yes.”
Reaching behind her, I unsnapped her bra and slid it off before caressing her breast with the gentlest of strokes. We kissed as I ran my hands up and down her body, loving her soft moans against my tongue.
She rolled into me, pressing those perky tits against my chest as I dropped my hand to her ass and kneaded gently.
“I want you so much, Mal,” I told her between kisses, and she looped her leg over my hip in response, pressing that perfect, wet pussy against my cock. The fucker throbbed with happiness, thrilled to be near what he wanted most. “You’re testing my control, baby. ”
“It’s okay,” she assured me, and those words… those sweet, submissive words that were lined with boldness… they fucking undid me.
I rolled us until I was straddling her hips and stretched Mallori’s arms over her head, linking my fingers with hers. Then I lowered my mouth to hers in a sweet but demanding kiss.
Mal moaned into my mouth, meeting each arduous stroke of my tongue with one of her own. She moved beneath me, pressing her stomach firmly against my straining cock and giving him the friction he so desired.
“Goddammit,” I hissed out, moving one of my hands down to cup the back of her head. We devoured each other like starving animals, and when she flicked her slick little tongue against my bottom lip and then bit it, I almost blew my load inside the condom.
With one last kiss against her swollen lips, I slid down her body and lapped at her breasts with the flat of my tongue. Back and forth between them until she arched her back into me, seeking more. I knew exactly what she needed.
“You want your tits in my mouth, angel?” I purred, and she nodded. “Use your words, Mallori.”
“Please, Tate. I want you to suck them until they hurt.”
Fuck me.
Her use of my real name soothed me somehow. Made all this seem more intimate and so fucking real. Real. I’d never had that before, and it both frightened and thrilled me.
I took my time with her breasts, sucking one and then the other into my mouth. Long, hard pulls of those pebbled nipples had Mallori alternating between begging me to stop and pleading with me to never stop .
Keeping my eyes on her face, I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything more captivating. Her lips were swollen from our aggressive kisses, and strands of sweat-soaked hair clung to her face and neck. She had a passion that was undeniable, and I guessed that’s why I’d been so surprised to hear she was still a virgin.
She’d had a fucking boyfriend. What straight male with functioning parts could have resisted this woman and the almost palpable fire that radiated from her?
The reminder that she was so young and inexperienced slowed my movements though it didn’t quell my need for her. Not in the least. I wanted her more than ever, as fucked up as that may have been.
With a final kiss against each of her tender breasts, I continued my trek downward until my face was an inch from her pussy. The scent of arousal drew me in, and I licked her from back to front.
A soft sound of need escaped her, and I gave her more, lapping and sucking as her legs fell open wider. There was a little blood, not much, but the slight taste of it mixed with her cream as I buried my tongue inside her should have turned me off.
But it didn’t.
No, I got some kind of sick satisfaction in the fact that she’d trusted me enough to give me the gift of her virginity, one I wasn’t going to waste. Easing two fingers inside her, I stretched her—properly, this time—as my mouth worked over her clit.
When I sensed she was nearing another orgasm, I added a third finger. The fullness pushed her over the edge, and I watched, fascinated, as she tilted her chin to the ceiling and cried out my name.
God, I love hearing that.
Once she was pliable and relaxed, I covered her small body with my big one and propped myself on one arm. My other hand worked its way down until I wedged my fingers behind the crook of her knee and pulled it up over my hip.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” I told her as my cock sought her entrance.
This time, when I pressed my tip inside her heat, I could see her eyes. I could watch her and make sure she was okay.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered against her lips before taking them in a deep, lush kiss. Mallori’s body seemed to meld itself to mine, and her tight channel gave way to take another inch of me.
It took the strength of a thousand men to take my time working my cock inside her, but I did. I took her like I should have done earlier, with patient rocks of my hips, slowing every time she winced.
Once I was fully seated, our eyes held, and I was so goddamn happy I was the man on top of her. God only knew why she chose me, but she did, and I was going to make this good for her.
I circled my hips, stirring my dick in her hot depths, and she let out a moan of approval. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well.”
“I love how you feel inside me,” she whimpered, burying her hands in my hair as I pulled out to the tip and entered her heat with a gentle thrust. “God, yes. Do that again.”
I did. Over and over, until her body began moving with mine. We were damp with sweat as we writhed together, getting lost in the sweet cadence of sex.
Shifting, I changed my angle until Mallori’s eyes rolled back in her head, and I knew I had found the spot. Focusing the crown of my dick—and my piercings—against that area, I fucked her slowly as I lowered my mouth to her neck, biting and licking the pulse that was thrumming just below her skin.
All five of my senses buzzed with everything Mallori. The salty taste of her flesh. Her sugary scent. The feel of fingernails cutting tiny half-moons into my scalp. My name rolling from her tongue between moans. And when I lifted my head again, the sight of her eyes burning into mine.
I was mesmerized. Lost. She held me spellbound with a pair of aqua irises, like she was a siren with the power to suck me into her soul merely with a stare.
When one of her hands clutched the sheet near her shoulder, I untangled her fingers and linked them with my own. My mouth closed the distance between us, and we kissed as we held hands and undulated against each other.
I hadn’t had full-body contact during sex in a long time, usually opting for doggy style, and now I wondered why. Was it because two bodies pressed together from chest to hip was so intimate and I avoided that kind of thing? I wasn’t sure; all I knew was that it was my new favorite thing.
Or maybe she was my new favorite thing.
Mallori pulled out of the kiss and released my hair before sliding her hand down to my ass, giving me an urgent squeeze.
“More.” It was only one word, uttered in her sweet voice, but goddamn if it didn’t kick my already raging libido into overdrive.
Lifting my ass, I pulled almost all the way out before slamming into her, watching her face morph into that of a woman close to orgasm. I darted my tongue between her parted lips, wanting to taste her again.
The eager response of her tongue only fueled me to increase my pace, fucking into her as her slim hips met me thrust for thrust. One of her legs was still around my waist, her heel digging into my back and imploring me to continue as her other leg curled around the back of my thigh. She was completely wrapped around me like a vine, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Tate, don’t stop,” she begged into my mouth, and I couldn’t hold back my chuckle.
“Baby girl, a horse tranquilizer couldn’t make me stop right now.”
My Little Bee felt small beneath me, but her fervor was so fucking big. With confident hips and a hungry mouth, she blew my fucking mind, and all I wanted was to be worthy. To give her as much pleasure as she was giving me.
“You okay, Bee?” I asked, wanting to check in because fuck … we were going at it hard and fast.
“I love everything,” she whispered, kissing her way across my cheek and down to my neck. “The way we sound together. The way we smell together.”
My senses focused, trying to take in everything from her perspective. Maybe I’d become immune to the sights and smells of fucking, but this was her first time. The sounds of our bodies slapping together coalesced with the smell of sex in the air, and my balls tightened up against my body. She was right. Her feminine scent combined with my rougher one was intoxicating.
The headboard banged against the plaster while I worked her over, rolling my lower back as my cock tunneled through her tightening walls. She was close, so fucking close, and so was I. But I needed to get her there first.
Her hand squeezed mine at the same time her pussy rippled around me and then clamped down. “Fuck, baby,” I muttered as her teeth sank into my shoulder. “You’re milking me so goddamn hard.”
Her bite deepened as the ecstasy overtook her, but I didn’t feel the pain of it. Only the thrill of her mark on my skin and the absolute joy of making her come.
“That’s it. Come on my cock,” I growled, burying my nose against the side of her cheek as I neared my own peak. Mal thrashed beneath me, lost in the bliss as I lost myself in her. Three more thrusts, and I held myself deep, finally letting go inside her tight little body with low grunts of pure satisfaction.
My world turned upside down, the room spun, and I closed my eyes against the sensation of falling. I always enjoyed sex, but that… Christ …. that wasn’t fucking normal.
The room filled with the sound of heavy breaths, and Mallori’s jaw loosened, her mouth gentle against my shoulder now. Soft licks and kisses soothed the bite, and my lips turned up into a smile at her sweetness.
Her voice was muffled when she spoke. “Did you like it?”
A laugh rumbled up from my chest, and I managed to lift my spinning head so I could look down at her.
“Considering the top of my head almost blew off, I’d say yes.” I pressed a kiss against her puffy, red lips. “Bee, that was, hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had.”
She giggled like I was exaggerating, but I wasn’t. Not even a little bit.
“Me too. ”
That made me smile even bigger, and I lowered my forehead to hers, allowing my eyes to close. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly, realizing how rough I’d gotten with her there at the end.
Her hand lifted to sift through my facial hair, and I felt her words feather across my lips.
“I’ve never been better.”