I was so excited, the aches from earlier had completely subsided. I clung to him like a prince being carried to his marriage bed. Of all the fantasies I’d ever had, this was better.
Malin laid me on his bedspread, his strong arms supporting me under my shoulders. Our kiss had broken again, but now he brought it back, this time kissing me over my cheeks and down to my chin and neck.
My body began to have its own mind separate from mine. It arched at his touch. Moans escaped my throat. My heart hammered.
“Tell me what you want. What you need,” Malin said, kissing down to my shoulder.
“I don’t know. My shirt off?”
“I can help with that.” He pulled it up from the hem. It was a lightweight sweater with a woven autumn leaf design. I wore nothing beneath it.
Malin tossed it aside and pressed his palm flat to the center of my chest. “Your heart is like a trapped little bird. Maybe we should wait until you’re rested.”
In truth, I had been the caged one. “I’m not trapped anymore because of you.” His hardness pressed insistently at the outside of my thigh. “I don’t want to rest.”
I’d had a lifetime of feeling like nothing and no one. Since the age of fourteen I’d been shunned and isolated. Malin was making me feel like I’d come back from a dark dream, like I mattered, I was worthy, I existed.
“Do you know how lovely you are?” he asked.
It seemed his timing in everything he said to me was perfect. “As much as you know you’re beautiful and perfect and not really a jackass.”
He smiled, kissing the corner of my mouth. “So you don’t know.”
I gave him a smug smile.
“Let me show you?” he asked.
“Please. I’m not sure what to do. Show me, alpha.”
His eyebrows shot upward at the word alpha. “I will.”
Slowly, he kissed down my chest. When he reached my nipples, his tongue darted out and licked. The sensation made me dizzy. My fingers dug into his shoulders.
He lifted his head. “Okay?”
“More than.” My entire body was singing. “Never felt anything like it.”
His hands went to my waistband, tugging. “We need to get these off. You’re good with that?”
I nodded, reaching down to undo my button and zipper. Malin caught my hands. “Lift up. I’ll do it.”
He undressed me like I was delicate, made of glass. “Lift your hips,” he instructed.
I did everything he said. He tugged off my shoes and socks, then pushed my pants to the floor. The air was a bit of a shock against my naked body. I couldn’t tell if it was warm or cold since I was producing so much heat. The shock was having no more barriers between us. He could look at me and see me. I hoped I was pleasing. I craved to be good.
His hand ran down the center of my chest to my groin. It stopped where my hard cock curved against my abdomen. I let out a little grunt of disappointment.
“The most beautiful,” Malin whispered. “You were so beautiful at the party and you are now.”
Suddenly, I went from passive excitement to ecstasy. No one had praised me like that. And yet it seemed like such a small thing. “You want me for my looks?”
“If that was true, I would’ve had you weeks ago.”
I lifted my head. “Then you don’t want me for my looks? What’s wrong with how I look?”
Malin laughed because he heard the teasing in my tone. He went along with it. “Maybe too beautiful. Maybe it makes others jealous of you.”
He began to draw circles around my cock, still not touching. I lifted my hips an inch off the bed, begging. My slick trickled along my crack. For a moment, I panicked.
