I stared down into my lap for a moment, then finally I turned my head over to Malcolm.
He was gazing at me with longing in his eyes. I flared my nostrils at him, shifted in my seat, and burned with an intense, all-consuming desire for this man.
“I really want you,” he said in a low voice, and a wave of sensation spread hot and wonderfully up between my legs.
I tried to think of something to say, but everything that came to mind felt hollow and insufficient. He reached over to me then, and slowly, tentatively ran his fingers back through my strawberry blonde locks. He applied just the slightest pressure with the tips of his fingers, and I instinctively leaned over to him, and closed my eyes.
Our lips met. His mouth was hot, wet, and sweet.
He kissed me deep, his fingers sweeping across my chin, my chest heaving as I pressed my body further and further into him.
I slid my tongue into his mouth, and he breathed me in deep.
“I need you so bad,” I whispered to him, and I didn’t realize until now just how badly my body was aching for human contact until just that moment.
He pressed his strong, gentle hands up against my body, gripping me on either side. A shiver ran along my spine as he caressed me through my blouse, exposing my midriff to the burning of his flesh as he did so.
“You’re so amazing,” he breathed into me, nibbling on my neck, then planting a deep, hungry kiss against my throat. “Even your hair smells amazing…”
I giggled, and pressed my pelvis up against him, his solid desire immaculate up against me through the denim of my cutoffs.
I drew his mouth back to mine, desperate for his lips, and started pulling open the buttons of his shirt. I spread apart the fabric and placed both of my palms against the chiseled terrain of his musculature, fingers trickling like rain across his gleaming pectoral muscles, his six pack abs, and the delicious trenches of his Adonis muscles. However I might once have imagined him without his clothes on, the real-life version of it was more incredible than anything I could have fantasized…
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him on the sofa. I pressed down hard against him, and loved the way he groaned as I sat astride his hardness, pressing torturously up into me through the fabric of our clothes. He reached around me, sliding his hands up under my blouse, and let his fingertips dance down along my spine, to the small of my back. He cupped both hands under my buttocks, squeezing me tight, and I let out a long, desperate sigh of longing.
“Annalise Rhoads,” he whispered, nibbling on the lobe of my ear. “Will you make me the happiest man on earth, and agree to be my secksbuddy?”
Even at the height of erotic tension, his Nordic pronunciation of the word made me crack up with laughter.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I said, leering into his dark brown eyes, and taking both of his hands into mine. I pulled them slowly up along my body, and he obediently cupped his palms against my chest. I closed my eyes, sighing as he tenderly squeezed both of my breasts. He pulled the top of my blouse down, and leaned in to press his lips against my nipple. He took one between his teeth and sucked, rolling his tongue slowly around and around, while he squeezed the other between his thumb and index finger, caressing it gently, causing my entire body to ache with sensation. I reached up and ran my fingers slowly through his hair, shuddering with each touch, each caress, not sure how much more of this beautiful torture I could take.
At last he slid his tongue up from my breast, and instead placed both hands against my chest, freeing him up to kiss me again, the two of us breathing one another in as though dependent on each other for oxygen.
“I really want to get you wet,” he breathed into me, and pulled me even closer up against him.
I grinned at this. “You think I’m not already?” I teased, and reached between his legs, squeezing his impressive hardness through the fabric of his pants.
I loved watching his muscles tense, his chest tightening as he took in a deep breath of air. He kissed me again as though thanking me for this.
“I really want to have you in the shower,” he said. “I want to get you all clean and shiny…”
As badly as I was already melting between his fingers, it was this suggestion that somehow had the most calamitous impact on me yet. I remembered that delectable dream I’d had of Malcolm’s X-rated nude body emerging from the shadows, and the fun I’d had in the shower thinking about it immediately afterward.
This was, literally, a fantasy come true for me.
“Just promise to wash me with extra soap,” I whispered. “Now more than ever, it’s important for secksbuddies to practice good hygiene…”
Almost effortlessly he hoisted me into his arms like a bride on her wedding night. He carried me down a hallway, the two of us kissing the entire way, and sealed us inside an enormous master bathroom decorated with sleek black tiles.
Steam quickly filled the room as he cranked the hot water on full blast, and we finished tearing one another out of our clothes. My cutoffs and panties slid into a pool of lace and denim around my ankles, and I stood before him totally naked, praying that he would like what he saw.
He drank in the undulation of my curves, my soft breasts with their erect nipples, and the cleanly shaven triangle between my legs.
“You are a masterpiece,” he said to me, then leaned down to kiss me, sliding a single hand up along my thigh. I felt his fingers entering me, stroking me delicately, getting me more and more excited for him with each tender caress.
I let out a deep sigh, and reached in turn for the zipper of his pants. I pulled them down and loved the enormous protrusion of his hardness through the black fabric of his boxers. I stroked him through his underwear, loving how tortured he appeared by my doing so. Then I pulled them down, satisfied by the way his hugeness seemed to leap into the air as the fabric was peeled away.
“You really are the total package,” I teased him, and cupped his balls in my hand, giving him a light squeeze.
“Lord have mercy,” he groaned, then promptly seized a hold of me, and whisked me through the double-glazed glass of the shower door.
The black tile was ice cold against my spine as Malcolm pinned me up against the wall, compared to the hot blast of the showerhead raining down over my naked body. He ran his hands over every inch of me, savoring the texture of my dripping wet flesh from my head down to my toes. He knelt down onto the floor of the shower and spread my legs. I held my breath, and clenched my eyes tightly shut in nervous anticipation.
I shook as his lips pressed against the flesh of my vulva, his warm breath invading me, and quickly making me weak at the knees. He slid his tongue up inside me, and instantly spasms of pleasure tore through my entire body, causing me to scream out at the top of my lungs.
“Oh God!” I shrieked, barely able to breathe through the pleasure and the thick mist of steam clouding up the air around us. That beautiful brown head of hair began steadily nodding between my open legs, his dripping beard rubbing against my thighs in a way that drove me completely insane with hunger for him.
I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping him as though my life depended on it- and at that very moment, I was largely convinced that it did.
His tongue slid deeper and deeper up inside me. The destructive force of such pleasure grew more and more and more intense, and somehow the entire world seemed to be growing brighter and brighter around me.
“Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed, and pressed my knees inward around his handsome face, practically tearing the hair from his head as I gripped him. My buttocks clenched, my muscles spasmed, and my entire body shook with the most intense orgasm I had experienced since- well, ever, really.
I felt like I was soaring up into the heavens, cascading upward through impossible heights. And instead of crashing right back down again, I instead drifted gently back down into Malcolm’s powerful arms.
He rose up from off of his knees, clinging tight to my trembling body until certain I’d recovered.
Our eyes locked, and I leered at him with an animalistic hunger, my inner nymphomaniac having just been unleashed.
The corner of his exquisite mouth twitched up into a smile, and he pulled my body right back up into him. He kissed me deeper than ever before, and I loved the taste of myself on him, coupled with the way our wet bodies slid all over one another as we embraced, his dripping erection pressing hot against my belly.
Gradually I allowed my hand to slide down along the course of his muscles, and wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his cock. He surged with pleasure in my hand, and again I was in awe at the sheer enormity of him. I slowly pushed back the skin along his shaft, loving the way it made him tremble for me, and licked my lips from side to side, just to push him over the edge.
I swear to God, every muscle in that incredible body of his must have been tensed to its breaking point as I stooped down onto my knees, hands gripped firmly against his sculpted buttocks, and slid his cock into my mouth.
An almost primal moan escaped his lips as I swallowed him down. I pushed my tongue lovingly along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, and savoring every inch of him in-between.
Malcolm leaned back against the wall, both relaxed and tensing as I went down on him. I loved the challenge of getting my lips completely around him, and adored the rock-hard stability of his body as I pressed my face up against him.
After a while he reached down, sliding his fingers through my soaking wet hair, and started pulling me harder and harder into himself, pushing himself deeper and deeper down my throat. I sucked back hard, craving him more and more sharply with each taste, and the strain of it, if anything, only making me hungrier for more of him.
At last I felt his body convulsing. He pulled me all the way up against him, his muscles tensed, and I knelt waiting, anticipating the sweetness of his taste on my tongue.
Instead, with a final gasp, he pulled me back off of him, still hard, still completely ready for me. I got up off my knees, panting for breath, and looked up to see him gazing at me with the hungriest of eyes. He grinned at me.
“You didn’t really think you were going to get off that easy, did you?” he teased.
I smiled back at him with my smokiest pair of bedroom eyes. “I sure hope not,” I said.
He seized me by the wrists, and jerked me roughly around so that I was facing the opposite wall. He pressed me up against the black tiles, my palms spread, my back arched, and my legs spread.
I felt the intense pressure of his body bearing down on me, his shaft sliding down between my buttocks, then up between my legs. I cried out with pleasure as he entered me from behind, sliding all the way up against my g-spot.
I felt my muscles tightening around him, tears nearly filling my eyes from the intensity of the sensations. He leaned his body over me as he settled in, his hands laced up under my arms and cupped around both of my breasts, as his heated breath simmered against the back of my neck.
“You… Are… Incredible!” I whispered to him, unable to contain my sheer obsession with this man any longer.
I could feel it inside me as he laughed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he teased, then eased himself back, and drove his body forward up into me again.
He was right, I hadn’t.
He began to ride me, to thrust his powerful muscles as hard as he could up against me. Our wet bodies collided, my hands sliding along the slick tiles even as he seized me from the rear with an iron grip. His undulations were forceful, decisive, each propulsive moment seeming custom-tailored to maximize my pleasure as he penetrated down to my deepest depths.
The angle at which I arched my back grew more and more severe as my front half slid down along the wall in carnal ecstasy, my muscles getting weaker and weaker, but Malcolm’s animalism growing more and more forceful as he consumed more and more of me.
At last he let out a deep, fierce roar, so for a glorious moment he seemed more beast than man- and so did I, for that matter, as he held me there, captive to his desires. Our bodies erupted in one final collision, and instantly he was filling me with his love, pulsing with sensation as my muscles grew tighter and tighter around him. I cried out with pleasure as the cascades of his longing flooded through me, and a sweeping crescendo of orgasm overtook me once again.
I shivered in his arms, every inch of me aching with a brilliant, blinding climax, a carnal euphoria so severe that I thought I might not truly survive it- and at this point, I really didn’t care.
At last, shaking, naked, breathless, and wet, I felt our beings separate. I suddenly felt I might fall to pieces without him present in me, but thankfully he pulled me into his arms, and the two of us began kissing again nearly the moment we were apart.
“I’m so goddamn glad I sent you that article,” he whispered to me between deep breaths and deeper kisses.
I laughed, feeling lighter than air with happiness at that moment. “You can’t possibly be as glad as I am,” I said, my body still ringing from head to toe with the intensity of the sensations.
We kissed and fondled and fooled around for a while under the hot water. He made good on his promise to give me a nice good scrubbing, and I loved the feeling of his hands all over me, sudsing me up, then holding me beneath the hot water, letting the soapy, iridescent streams wash away and go spinning down the drain.
A few minutes later I sat warm, damp, and happy on his bed, wrapped up in nothing but a towel. I watched him as he went around the room, as handsome and charming as ever as he rummaged through his closets and wardrobes, changing into another set of clothes.
After a long period of silence our eyes met. We exchanged a long look, when suddenly I cracked up into laughter.
He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking, and brought both of his hands to his hips. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m just happy, I guess.”
He eyed me sitting there on the bed for a moment, and I could tell he was checking me out again, despite having just had a close-up and intimate look over every inch of me.
“You know you’re even cuter in person without any clothes on,” he said. “Even more than you are over a webcam, I mean.”
I gave him a wry smile, and flipped him my middle finger.
“Hey now, that’s not very professional!” he joked.
“Please tell me you deleted that from the recording of the meeting,” I asked him, having practically forgotten about our little scantily clad encounter by this point.
“Absolutely,” he said. “Right after I took screenshots and sent them to the National Enquirer…”
“Ha, ha,” I mock-laughed, and he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
“You really are incredible, you know that?” he said.
“Obviously,” I said, flicking back my damp hair with the playful vanity of a black-and-white film star. “You aren’t too bad yourself.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” he offered gently. “I have a feeling this whole mess we’re in is about to get a whole lot more bearable…”
“I think you might be right about that,” I agreed. He grinned as he stared down at me, like I was some kind of cherished prize that he simply couldn’t believe he’d won.
Only too happy to reinforce this notion, I spread open my legs so that the towel covering up my modesty was pulled out of place. I adored the mesmerized look on his face as I slid my ankles around his waist and pulled him into me with my feet against his ass, then promptly set about unwrapping him again from the crisp new outfit he’d so meticulously picked out for himself.
4-
Settling
I spent those next weeks far happier than any girl has a right to be in the face of a global pandemic. The time I spent with Malcolm was like a dream come true to me, and things only got sweeter after that first incredible encounter we’d shared.
I was over at his place almost every night these days. I never ceased to be amazed by the sheer, raw physicality o
f that man. The way he put his hands on me, the way he kissed me, the way he made me feel parts of myself that I hadn’t even known were there.
By this point I had months of physical cravings pent up inside me, and if any man could even begin to satisfy them, it was definitely Malcolm.
We made love on his couch, in his bed, and outdoors in his jacuzzi. There was nothing too taboo for the two of us to try- we were free to let our most depraved sexual fantasies run wild. Blindfolds, restraints, even some mild bdsm- and that’s without me even getting into specifics, which I’ve decided to spare you from reading about here…
For the first time in ages, maybe even my entire life, it was like my entire body felt alive. Pushed to my utmost limits, desired by this incredible man from my head down to my toes, craved by him even… God, I wish I could even begin to convey what an incredible feeling that was.
And it wasn’t just the sex, either, as mind blowing as that was. It was like there was a night and day difference in my time in quarantine before Malcolm and I started talking, compared to how things felt now. Even with no end in sight to any of this, the future seemed so much brighter whenever I was with him. My day-to-day life felt so much more meaningful, and I had the funny feeling that Malcolm was suddenly feeling the same way.
I came over all the time to binge bad TV with him, before retiring to his bedroom to make love after a few episodes. He insisted on cooking dinner for me on several occasions, and I was surprised to find that, on top of everything else, his culinary skills were incredible. Again, I reiterate, this man truly was the total package.
And there didn’t even always have to be a reason for me to come over. Even on nights when there was nothing to watch, and neither of us really felt especially frisky for sex, I would swing by and just chat with him for hours on end. He was as great a conversationalist as everything else, and sometimes he would even invite me to prop up my legs on his lap, and he would very sweetly massage my feet while we prattled on and on about nothing.
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