“Malena,” I say, “Enough. My dick’s getting soft talking about STDs.” I’ve already told her I get tested at work constantly for everything under the sun. That came up in conversation last week.
She giggles, and that has a reverse effect.
“I want you. I don’t want a family,” I say, shaking my head. “I trust you if you say you’re on birth control, and I hate to be the horny bastard to break my own rules about two forms of baby blockers. I don’t have a condom. You okay with that?”
“You’re breaking your own rules? I’m okay with that,” Malena coos, raising a brow and leaning back on the bed. “You lose some street cred, but I can live with it,” she adds.
I grin. “I can earn it back,” I reply, touching her lower stomach and trailing my fingers between her legs. Malena closesher eyes and murmurs a contented sigh. “Open your eyes,” I command. She does as I ask.
“Can we get back to the plan?” she says, her words a breathless plea. “Kissing and filling.”
Swallowing down hesitation, I kiss her hard—opening her mouth with my tongue. Positioning myself between her legs, I tease her entrance with the head of my dick and relish the slick, warm sensation. There’s no other feeling that compares to this, the moment in which you enter a woman. This fucking feeling of nirvana is why nations have fallen and good men have done bad things. I press into her slowly, letting her adjust as I kiss her. “How’s that?” I ask.
She nods her approval while wrapping her legs around my waist and bringing my lips back to hers. When I’m buried inside her, stretching her fully, I let my head fall into the nape of her neck, breaking our mouths. “You feel so good,” I whisper as I begin thrusting, driving my cock into her tight body. Malena matches my thrusts, taking everything I’m giving in stride.
“Fuck me harder,” she says, grazing my ear with her teeth. It’s in that moment that I know I won’t last long. Not when she’s saying all the right things and looking the way she does, like she was made for me and me alone.
Cupping her face with one hand, I look down at her while I pick up the pace, thrusting into her as hard as I can. The loving, sweet pace, all but forgotten in favor of straight-up fucking. Our sexual chemistry has exploded, our desire winning over practicality. I’m filling her, she’s clinging to me, moaning, chanting my name. I’m focused on not coming, trying to block out the desperate tenor of her voice. She announces she’s almost there as she clings to my shoulders, positioning herself so her clit is rubbing against the base of my shaft each time I enter her deeply.
Keeping my mind on my pace, not on her pussy gripping my cock like a vise, I watch her come undone beneath me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are closed. Malena in this state is something to behold. I’ve never watched a woman as closely as I watch her while she comes, never cared other than it would be my turn next, and it does something to me. Something I’m not ready to admit. A deeper acknowledgment that someone else is more important. Another person is above me in the hierarchy of my own life, and I have no fucking clue how or why it happened.
It happens fast, and I’m lost in watching her and analyzing every nuance that makes Malena so entrancing when I come hard. Deep and rough inside her small body. It’s not ahey, I jacked off for fun because I was boredtype of load. It is waves of hot bursts so intense, my face screws up as I ride the pleasure. I collapse on top of her, holding the majority of my weight off her with my elbows. I breathe into her neck, sucking in Malena-tinged oxygen over and over. I feel her chest rising and falling under me, and we stay like that for a long time, me still inside her, the whole experience of claiming her more than I can fully process in one sitting. I broke so many of my own rules. Not the ones I gave Malena, rules I’ve held myself to for as long as I’ve been dating.
I roll off her minutes later and stare at the ceiling. Clearing my throat, I wait for her to say something. Anything. Did that feel as fucking life-changing for her as it did for me? Her ceiling fan is wobbling at a slow speed, and I can hear gulls cry outside in the distance. Seconds tick on. Malena catches her breath, and I start to wonder how big of a mistake I just made. She must be upset. “You okay?” I ask.
“Still trying to figure out why that was so amazing,” she replies, rolling toward me on her side, moving one hand on my chest over my heart. It’s warm. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Me too,” I reply, holding her hand. Before it gets awkward, I have to address the elephant in the room. “I, uh, didn’t mean to…without a condom on, that is,” I ramble, my face heating. “We can grab the morning-after pill when we leave here. To be safe,” I add. Real fucking gentlemanly, man. Fuck. “If you want.”
She smiles—it reaches her eyes. “You really don’t want kids? That wasn’t a line?”
Her question takes me aback. This isn’t a topic of conversation I’ve ever broached with a woman before. How to prevent kids? Yes. Always. Having kids?
“No. It’s never been something I felt the desire to do. They seem like more work than I have time for, you know?” I want to ask if she wants kids, but most women do, and I really want to stay in this lust fog a little while longer.
Malena nods, eyes steely with resolve. “I don’t need the morning-after pill. I’ll never need it. No matter how much cum you can funnel inside me.” Malena giggles. “I can’t have kids. They’ve run a bunch of tests to make sure, and things don’t work.” Her gaze darts to her hand on my chest. “I don’t tell people usually. I’m sorry. It’s not something I think about very often, but when you mentioned birth control and cum and morning-after pills, I figured I might as well tell you. I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward.”
Too forward? She’s my motherfucking dream girl. Add one more thing to the list of reasons of why she’s my one and only match.
Rolling toward her so we’re face-to-face, I say, “Never apologize for something you can’t change, Malena, or for being honest. I appreciate your honesty, and if we’re being frank, that fact only makes me want you more.” I cup her face and press my lips against hers in a passionate kiss. “It’s like you were made for me,” I say, brushing my lips against hers.
“I was thinking something of the same when you said you didn’t want kids. I’m glad this conversation is out of the way.”
“Why,” I ask. “I can put all of my cum inside you whenever I want?” I smirk, my hand wandering between her wet thighs—the evidence of my mistake.
She nods, eyes closed. “That, and so you don’t have to worry about your rule.”
“Fair point,” I reply. “Want to fuck one more time? I’ve been wanting to get inside you since that first night on the beach.”My whole life, really.“Once isn’t near enough.”I’ll never have enough of you.
Malena slings a leg over my waist, and my dick hardens again. “I was thinking a couple more times, actually. If you can hang,” she says, taking me into her hand and guiding me inside her slick folds. I jut my hips up and watch my cock disappear into her body. Then she starts riding me, hands splayed on my abs, facial features in a state of rapture as she works her hips.
With my hands free, I palm her breasts and caress her waist and hips. I let her set the pace and just enjoy the view. She isn’t alone. Nor is she sad. Perhaps I am being a gentleman after all.
“Did you see her in the garden?” Malena asks, shaking her head. “I haven’t seen her that happy in years. I would have put in a garden at my house, you know? If I didn’t worry about her wandering away anytime she went out there.”
She casts her gaze skyward, at the sunset beyond the dock at my house. The visit at Garden Breeze was short and sweet, long enough to confirm that not only is Ms. Winterset settling in, but she’s happy there. One of the nurses told Malena that typicallythis kind of move is harder on the family members than it is on the patient.
“I should have done this sooner. God, it’s been years that she’s been miserable at home.” Malena shakes her head, damning herself to an eternity in hell.
