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 waseverywhere.
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.
