Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Gray
I couldn’t help but be nervous. Being with someone I didn’t really know was scary, in a way. What if I took my clothes off and she decided she didn’t like what she saw? What if I made a weird noise or something? What if…
“Gray,” Mal said before she met her lips with mine. “Just be here with me. That’s all I ask.” She had told me a bunch of times tonight how much she wanted this. Wanted me. It was hard to believe, but the one thing I wasn’t going to do was let my own insecurities ruin this night.
Telling my brain to shut the fuck up and go on vacation for a little while, I reached up and slid my fingers through her hair, nearly moaning at the touch of it. Who knew hair could be so arousing?
Tendrils of it stroked my torso, as if they wanted to touch me too. The slide was almost ticklish, but it added to the way her fingers stroked me.
“Can you take your shirt off?” I asked in between deep and unhurried kisses. Mal kissed like she had all night just to savor my mouth. I loved it.
Earlier, I’d thought she be the kind of person who would want to rip my clothes off and immediately shove her fingers inside and pound away, but she wasn’t. At least not right now.
I didn’t think I wanted to be pounded by someone I’d just met.
Of course, I hadn’t had the courage to tell her that I wanted her to make me cry. To edge me so long and so torturously that the tears streamed down my face and only then was I allowed to come.
Mal smiled as she sat up and pulled off her shirt. Her bra was lacy and a dark wine color that made her hair glow like copper.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathed, reaching up to slip my fingers across her collarbone. She made a soft sound and closed her eyes before our mouths met again and she kissed me long and slow.
I lost track of time as Mal stole my breath with every kiss and stripped my clothing one piece at a time, content to unwrap me with slow intention.
Even though I fumbled unhooking her bra, she didn’t laugh at me. She simply smiled at me over her shoulder as she held her long hair out of the way.
“How long did it take you to grow your hair?” I asked her. It was a question I’d wondered all night, but maybe now wasn’t the best time to be asking about it.
See? This was why I didn’t try random hookups. I did silly things like asking about hair when there was a half-naked woman waiting to have sex with me.
“I’ve actually always had long hair. I just sort of trim it and keep it as long as I want. The shortest it’s ever been was when I was a baby. I’m just used to it.”
She let the hair drop and it fell like a curtain across her back. If I had any sort of artistic talent, I would want to draw her right now, like this.
I stroked her skin through her hair, and she bit her bottom lip, as if she liked it.
“It’s amazing. I’m going to be thinking about this hair for a long, long time.”
Mal turned around and faced me and I got to see her.
“Come here,” I said, reaching for her. All I wanted was all of that skin touching all of my skin. I needed that contact more than I needed anything else.
Mal lay her body atop mine and we both moaned as we kissed and enjoyed the weight of each other.
Our nipples were hard and scraping across each other and fuck, I had missed this.
Now we were naked, and I couldn’t even remember what I wanted because I just…wanted.
My hands were desperate in their quest to touch as much of her as possible, greedy and searching and begging for more, more, more.
She moved one of her legs in between mine and I moaned at the increased pressure on my pussy. There was no way to tell her that if she kept pressing against me like that with her leg, I was going to come immediately.
Or maybe it was better to get that first breathless orgasm out of the way so she could torment me for the second one.
I had no intention of leaving here without having come at least twice, and hopefully so many times that I cried and had to beg her to stop.
Or passed out. Or died. Whichever came first.
I arched up into her anyway, unable to stop myself from reaching for more friction on my clit specifically, but anywhere down there was good at the moment.
Mal leaned back from the kiss and my eyes fluttered open as I did my best to focus on her face. It wasn’t an easy task. I was already dazed.
“You’re not allowed to come until I say so, understand?” Her voice took on another layer that was deeper, and sharper, and it made me let out a whimpering sound that I had missed hearing from myself.
It had been a long time.
Mal stroked my throat. “Mmmm, I like that. You good if I go on a little exploration? If you get close, let me know and I’ll ease off the gas. I want to take my time with you, Gray.”
“Yes, I will.” It had taken me a second to find the words. My poor brain just wasn’t firing on all cylinders during sex.
Mal grinned down at me, her hair a curtain shielding us.
“Give me two seconds.”
From somewhere, she produced one of those spiral plastic hair ties and quickly pulled her hair back in a long ponytail. Part of me was disappointed, but I did understand why she’d need to get it out of the way.
Without thinking, I wrapped her ponytail loosely around my forearm.
“Thanks, beautiful,” Mal said, and I wanted to respond, but then she licked my neck and I forgot how to do that.
Mal was everywhere.
Her mouth, her hands. One moment she’d be sucking on a spot below my ear and the next she was biting my nipples and stroking my stomach and then she buried her face in my belly like she was trying to devour me.
“Fuck, your body is driving me crazyyyyyy,” she said, looking up at me. Her face was the only thing in focus in the room.
Mal kissed and licked and softly bit my skin as I whimpered and writhed and tried not to come. I never thought I could get there without at least some clit stimulation or fingering, but hell. I was close.
Mal kissed lower and I knew I was in danger.
“Mal!” I gasped out, tugging gently on her hair.
“You getting close?” She sounded like she was taking a stroll in the park while I was a gasping, panting mess.
“Yeah.”
She grinned like this was the best thing she’d heard all day.
“I knew you were going to be amazing when I saw you tonight.” She ran her fingers up the center of my chest and back down.
I didn’t know what she was talking about. I hadn’t even done anything yet.
“Have you ever come without being touched?” she asked.
“No, never.”
Her smile grew devious. “Something to work toward, then.”
She was awfully confident and unfortunately, I believed her. This woman could tell me that she could pull down a star for me and I would believe her.
For a few moments, Mal just touched me while I tried to calm down, but things only got worse. I was at the stage where my labia ached like they were bruised, and I was so close to begging her to just fuck me and get it over with.
“Stay right there, lovely,” she said, sitting up. I let go of her hair so she could move.
Where was she going?
Curious, I flipped over on my stomach and scooted to the edge of the bed. She had crouched down and pulled something out from under the bed.
“Since you had that cute little shirt on, and you like toys, I figured we might want to play a little.”
Flipping the top back, she smiled as I looked at her carefully organized box of toys. It was much neater than mine.
“Anything strike your fancy?” she asked, gazing up at me. “Or do you want me to surprise you?”
“Second thing,” I said. It was a relief not to have to try and decide when all the options were good.
Mal leaned forward and gave me an awkward kiss, as if I’d given her the right answer.
She tossed a few toys on the bed with us and then joined me again, moving me until I was resting against her pillows.
“Are you just going do that all night?” I asked, laughing.
“Yes. I fucking love that I can do that. You’re just the right size.
” She tapped my nose on the last word and I giggled.
I hadn’t expected to be laughing so much tonight, but I didn’t hate it.
Alina had taught me that sex could be serious, but if you were having a good time, laughter was always close by.
“You ready?” Mal asked, draping herself over me again and kissing the corner of my mouth, as if she’d missed the target on purpose.
“Yes.” I was going to be saying that word a lot tonight.