Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Mal
It took a lot of willpower not to immediately go back over to Gray’s place and throw her on the couch, but I managed it. I went back to my apartment and stared at the little emoji she’d sent me and added her as a contact in my phone.
I finished getting my place presentable, took a shower, and then decided to do something with my hair.
For most people, a braid wasn’t that big of a deal, but for me, it was a workout.
I also made sure my toys were charged and ready for her and had a stack of towels waiting to lay over the bed since I’d neglected that last time.
Almost as an afterthought, I realized I might want to offer her something to eat or drink, so I made sure I had a few options and set out a few snacks ahead of time.
I figured I’d let her know she could come over after dinner, but not too late so we couldn’t have plenty of time with each other.
I made a quick meal of chicken stir fry and wolfed it down before I cleaned the kitchen, again, and then I was just wandering around and changing the music and fiddling with my bed and wondering if it was too early to message her to come over.
I brushed my teeth, again, and checked my outfit in the mirror, again.
By eight-thirty, I was practically crawling the walls so I caved and sent her a message.
Mal: Ready for our liaison whenever you are.
Her answer came seconds later.
Gray: Be there momentarily.
Less than a minute later there was a knock at my door, and I yanked the door open, ready to kiss her face off, but she had something in her hands that prevented that.
“What have you got there?” I asked as she came in and started taking off her shoes.
“Oh, I had some leftover gingerbread and sugar cookies Tally made, and I thought that they’d be a fantastic post-liaison snack, so I brought them over. Plus, I can’t possibly eat them all myself. Anyway.”
Jesus Christ she was sweet.
“Thank you. I bought some cookies from the store, but this is way better.” It was so, so much better.
Gray beamed and set the container down on my counter. “Awesome.”
We were absolutely mismatched as far as our outfits. She had jeans and a sweater on, and I’d put on some joggers and a cozy T-shirt. One of us had dressed up for this liaison, and it wasn’t me.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked her, because it was polite to offer something to your liaison partner, I assumed.
Taking this out of the hookup category had put me completely off-kilter and I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing anymore.
I needed to get her into the bedroom where I felt steadier.
“No, I’m good,” she said, biting her bottom lip and stepping toward me.
So damn adorable.
“Get over here,” I told her, beckoning with one finger.
She did and then it was on. That fire I’d felt between us that first night kindled and ignited the moment our lips touched, and I knew it wasn’t an accident. Gray and I had unfinished business. Naked business.
Like last time, I backed her into the bedroom, but this time we got our clothes off as quickly as possible. My brain hit a snag, however, when I got her down to her underwear, which was lacy and a dark green and looked fucking fantastic on her.
“Holy shit, look at you,” I said, leaning back to get the full picture. She was blushing, of course.
“Do you like it?”
“You look incredible,” I said, running my hands over her ass and squeezing it. The texture of the lace on her skin was so erotic I couldn’t even think.
I’d put on a nice bra and bottoms that were a matching set, but they were plain black and unexciting. She’d really stepped up her game and I’d dropped the ball. At least I’d gotten my act together with the toys and having the bed ready.
Gray let out a little giggle that I had to swoop in and get a taste of as I pushed her further and then got her on the bed.
“Towels. Smart,” she said a little breathlessly as I draped myself over her.
“This time I was better prepared. Liaisons mean towels, I guess.” What the hell was I yapping about? Gray in lingerie had wrecked me. The only thing better than her wearing it would be her naked.
I sat up and undid my bra, pulling it off and tossing it on a chair.
Gray reached up and cupped my breasts and I moaned.
“I’ve missed these,” she said.
“Just them?” I asked, looking down.
“Not just them.”
Well now I had to kiss her again.
I did that and then removed the very nice lingerie. Maybe I could convince her to put it on again later when we were both totally exhausted so I could look at her wearing it.
For now, I had this gorgeous naked woman on my bed looking up at me with so much desire that I felt like I was burning from the inside.
“What do you want, lovely?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself from using that particular word for her.
“You know what I want,” she whispered as I stroked her neck and moved my hand lower.
“You going to cry for me tonight?”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes. If you make me.”
I smiled. “Don’t worry. I will.”
Now that we had more time and I knew this wouldn’t be the last, I didn’t have to rush. I didn’t have to worry that I needed to live out every fantasy right now or else I wouldn’t get another chance.
I began by brushing the lightest of kisses on her skin, starting with her face and working my way down.
I whispered against her skin as she whimpered and squirmed and tried to get me to give her more.
My lips ghosted across her nipples and I could tell she was getting annoyed, but that was exactly what I wanted.
This was going to be excruciating, just the way she asked for. She knew she could say stop, and I would.
But she didn’t. Not even when I asked her to flip over so I could give her beautiful back the same treatment.
“What a gorgeous peach,” I said, floating my lips across her ass. It was full and jiggly and maybe someday I’d ask her if she wanted to try impact play, because this was an ass made for spanking. Not tonight. Later.
“Malllllll,” she said as I continued my torture.
“Baby, I’m just getting started,” I told her, and she let out a frustrated sound that was laced with lust.
Once I had her trembling, I rolled her back over and started over with soft touches, but they were just a little harder. Still light, but every time she arched for more, I pulled back.
“Mal!” she screamed when I did it for the third time while playing with her nipples.
“Patience, baby. I’m giving you what you want. You have to trust me, okay?”
She glared at me so adorably that I laughed.
“I hate you right now.”
I leaned down until my face was only a few inches from hers. “No, you don’t.”
“Fuck,” she whispered. “I guess not.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I went back to what I’d been doing, taking my sweet time as she suffered.
My third pass on her body, she was twitching so hard that she almost kicked me a few times. Now I was using my mouth and my hands on her with more pressure and she was so keyed up that she could barely form a coherent sentence.
She really was perfect.
With each round, I had avoided direct touches on her clit or close to it. I wasn’t going there until she was ready. Until she gave me what we both wanted.
“Mal, please. Mal, please.” She started chanting as I slunk down her body, licking every inch of her skin and letting my hands roam freely.
Her voice broke and I wondered if she’d get so desperate that she’d lose her voice begging me. I wouldn’t be upset about that.
“I’m going to take care of you, Gray. I promise. Do you trust me?”
It took a few seconds for her eyes to focus on me. Her pupils were totally blown and there was a glowing sheen of sweat over her whole body.
“Yes. But no. But yes.” She was babbling.
Figuring it was time to turn things up a notch, I slid a pillow under her hips and then pushed her legs further apart as they shook.
Leaning in, I blew a stream of air across her clit, causing her to jump and curse. Fuck, she was desperate. Exactly what I wanted.
Gently, I stroked her, leaning against her thigh so I had the best view and angle for what I wanted to do. I remembered what she liked from last time, and proceeded to slowly give her what she needed, but I kept pulling back and making my touches lighter again.
“Mal,” she gasped. “Mal.” She was reduced to just saying my name, her voice cracking. It only took a little while longer to find her cheeks were wet when I looked up.
“Poor sweet girl. You’ve waited for so long, haven’t you? Been so good for me.” I blew on her again and she sobbed once. I wished I could keep my eyes on her face and do this, but I couldn’t. Another time. I was going to make her cry more than once tonight.
Gray sniffled and then that turned into moaning as I licked her carefully, using my tongue to chisel away at the last little bit of her sanity. She was dripping, so I pressed one finger inside her, barely penetrating, not nearly enough.
She let out a hopeless sound. I removed my finger and then pressed inside her again, just a millimeter more. Little shallow thrusts with gentle licks until she was so loud and incoherent that I wondered if my neighbors were going to get concerned.
At last I let her have it. I brought her across the finish line with my tongue and my fingers, relentlessly demanding her climax as cruelly as I’d denied her up until now.
She screamed and stuffed her hand into her mouth, so at least she had the presence of mind to do that as her body took over and she came, and came, and came, drenching both me and the bed.