36. Malia
THIRTY-SIX
Malia
Walt’s gaze drops, his eyes tracing a path down my body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He reaches down, wrapping his large hand around his engorged length, stroking himself with a firm grip. My breath hitches, my eyes widening as I watch him pleasure himself.
“This,” he growls, his voice rough and low, “is what you do to me. This is how you make me feel.”
I swallow hard, my mouth going dry as I watch his hand move, his hips thrusting slightly with each stroke. He’s hard and ready, his body taut with desire.
He continues to stroke himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, suddenly, he reaches out, grabbing my hand. He wraps my fingers around his shaft, his hand covering mine, guiding me.
“Like this,” he rasps, his voice hoarse with need. “I want you to feel what you do to me. I want you to know how much I want you.”
His hand moves mine up and down, his hips thrusting in time with our combined grip. He’s hot and hard in my hand, his skin like velvet over steel. His pulse, his desire, throbs in my palm.
Walt’s breathing grows more ragged, his eyes wild with need. Suddenly, he pulls my hand away, his fingers digging into my wrist.
“Enough,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to go slow,” he says, his voice softening slightly. “I want to savor every moment, but I don’t know if I can.”
I look up at him, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. “I don’t want slow,” I whisper, barely audible. “I just want you.”
Walt’s eyes flash with desire, his jaw flexing. He leans down, his mouth claiming mine. As he kisses me, his hands roam, exploring my body, his touch rough and eager.
He breaks away, his lips trailing kisses down my neck and my collarbone, his hands cupping my breasts. He squeezes gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp with pleasure.
His mouth finds one peak, his tongue circling, his lips sucking, as his hand continues to tease the other. I arch into his touch, my body responding to his every caress.
Walt moves lower, his lips trailing kisses down my stomach, his hands gripping my hips. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants, tugging them down, revealing my most intimate place.
He looks up at me, his eyes burning with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
With that, he lays me down in his bed. He forces my thighs apart and kisses along my inner thigh, making me shiver with anticipation. Then, his mouth finds my center, his tongue darting out to taste me.
I gasp, my hips bucking off the bed as Walt’s mouth explores me, his tongue delving, his lips sucking. He groans, the sound vibrating through me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he devours me, his mouth and tongue working me into a frenzy. Tension builds, my body coiling tight, ready to explode.
Just as I’m about to reach the peak, Walt pulls away, his mouth trailing kisses back up my body. Suddenly, he grabs my hands, pulling them above my head. He pins them there, his grip firm and unyielding, effectively immobilizing me.
I gasp, my eyes widening as I look up at him, my body thrilling at his dominance.
“Don’t move your hands,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Keep them right there.”
I nod, my heart pounding. He explores my body with deliberate, possessive touches. His lips glide down my neck, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. I squirm beneath him, needing more, needing it all.
His hands move to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. My hands instinctively lower, my fingers threading through Walt’s hair as I’m overcome with sensation.
Walt’s reaction is instantaneous and shocking. He flips me onto my belly with a swift, fluid motion, his hand coming down on my ass with a sharp smack that leaves me gasping.
“What did I tell you?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “Keep your hands above your head.”
Just as quickly, he flips me back over. His body covers mine, and his mouth claims mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. He pins my hands above my head again, his grip firm and unyielding.
His words hit all my buttons, flip all the switches in my head, nearly making me come right there. The tone in his voice, the way he didn’t hesitate, how he’s feeding every depraved fantasy I’ve ever had—it’s overwhelming.
Swoon-worthy.
“I want to feel you come around me,” he says, his voice low and growly. “But first, we do this right.”
He reaches over to the nightstand, pulling out a condom. He rips the packet open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine as he rolls it on. He positions himself at my entrance, the tip of his length notched at my opening.
With that, he pushes into me, his hips moving slowly, his eyes locked on mine. I feel a sharp pain, my body tensing slightly, my nails digging into my palms as I struggle to keep my hands above my head.
Walt stills, his eyes searching mine. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.
I nod, my heart pounding with emotion. “I’m okay,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Don’t stop.”
Walt’s eyes widen slightly, a feral gleam sparking in their depths. His lips curl into a savage smile, and his eyes flash with primal hunger. He captures my mouth in a searing, brutal kiss, and he grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he surges forward, sheathing himself fully inside me.
I gasp into his mouth, my back arching, my body stretching to accommodate his invasion.
He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged pants. “You’re mine now,” he growls, his voice low and possessive.
With that, he moves. His hips thrust with wild, unrestrained abandon.
My hands fly to his back, my nails digging into his skin, holding on tightly as he rides me hard and wild. His mouth finds my neck, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking, marking me as his.
His hands roam my body, rough and possessive, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, making me cry out with pleasure and pain. I wrap my legs around his waist, my ankles locking behind his back, meeting his thrusts with eager desperation.
Walt’s body slicks with sweat, his muscles taut with exertion, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pounds into me, his hips moving like a piston, his body claiming mine with each savage thrust.
“I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Pleasure coils tight in my belly, my body trembling with the force of my impending orgasm.
“That’s it, baby,” Walt rasps, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Come for me. Let me feel you explode around my cock.”
As if on command, my body detonates, waves of pleasure coursing through me, my inner muscles clenching around Walt’s cock. He growls, his body tensing, his hips thrusting one last time before he stills, his head thrown back, his body shuddering with release.
We lie there for a long moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in sync, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Walt’s body is heavy on mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and I revel in the feel of him, the scent of him, the sheer masculinity of him.
Finally, he rolls to the side, pulling me into his arms. His body curls around mine. His mouth finds my neck, and his lips trail soft, gentle kisses down my skin.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice soft and tender. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I snuggle into his embrace, my heart filled with contentment and love. I’ve found my home, my safe haven, my everything.
And I never want to let it go.