by Daisy Allen
"No. We didn't." I snap at him. "Just... nevermind, forget it. I'm going."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he says, blocking me from leaving. "Malynda, why did you come here?"
"I don't know." The words come out before I can stop them and I try to focus on anywhere but his body.
"Malynda," his voice drops and he reaches out for my arm.
"No!" I push him away and almost run to the elevator. I can barely breathe. I need to get away from here.
"Hey! Malynda! What's going on?!" He says, following me,
I can’t face him. "I... I... I shouldn’t have come. I thought... after the other night..."
"Yes?"
"But I was wrong. Sorry to bother you, I didn't mean to run into your… girlfriend."
"Whoa. What? My what?"
Still facing the wall, I wave my hand towards the bathroom, as if that explains it.
"Yeah, I need more than that.” He grips me by the shoulders and spins me around. “Look at me! Who are you talking about?"
A force myself to breathe before I yell. "That... fucking... supermodel! The redhead. Your girlfriend or lover or... whatever."
His brows wrinkle. "Who… wait. You mean Patricia?"
"I didn't ask her her name, Xavier. She just knocked me over and ran off. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the new bed we bought for you." I'm being a petty bitch, but I can't see to stop myself.
But it doesn’t get past Xavier. He shakes his head and pushes me back against the wall, his hands still on my shoulders, staring me directly in the eyes.
"Are you jealous?" he asks.
I just close my eyes, trying to block out his face, trying to stop him from reading me.
I feel his hand let go of my shoulder and grip my chin.
"Open your eyes, Malynda."
I obey, I don't have the energy to fight him.
"I’m asking you, are you jealous, Malynda?" Each word makes me flinch. Makes me realize what I am feeling.
I glare at him. If he wants me to say it, I will.
"Fuck you, Xavier. Yes!" I yell, almost spitting in his face, "Is that what you want to hear? Yes! I'm jealous at the thought of you fucking her!"
He shakes his head and pushes away from me.
"Unfuckingbelievable."
I move to pull away from the wall, but he's back, pressing his bare chest against me, making me feel every inch of his body on mine.
"That is Patti, she's my assistant. You’ve been emailing with her all week. To avoid talking to me directly.” He stares at me, watching his words sink in. And then he continues, “And no, I'm not fucking her. I told you. I told you, Malynda, that you were my first, and that you were going to be my last. And unlike you, I keep my fucking promises. Every single one."
His face is barely two inches from mine.
He's whispering but it feels like a storm in my mind.
What is he saying? No. He doesn’t mean it.
"A-Are you telling me you’ve never slept with anyone else?" It can't be. Not all this time. Not looking like he looks.
His answer is short, abrupt. “Yes.”
"I don’t believe you." I hiss at him. Even though I know it's true. Oh my god.
And that's the last thought I have before he closes that two-inch gap between us and his mouth is on mine.
His tongue is instantly in my mouth and I feel myself involuntarily suck on it, a heat rising up into every part of my body. I push against his chest but pull him in by the shoulder all at once. His hands are in my hair, against the back of my neck. Strong, hot, commanding. Controlling.
"Fuck, Malynda," he groans against my mouth, and then we're kissing again. His hand moves down over my back, cupping my ass, grinding his hardness against me. I'm putty in his hands, giving in to him. I barely know how I'm standing.
He pulls away for a breath, and in that moment, my brain tells me. Stop.
He leans in again and I push hard against his chest.
"I can't. Xavier, we can't do this!" I gasp.
He stops, but doesn’t take his hands off me. “Why? Tell me why and I’ll stop right now. But you have to tell me why.”
“I don’t know! I don’t know why!” I cry. Because I don’t want to stop. Something just tells me it’s better this way.
He lifts a hand to my cheek, cupping it, dragging his thumb over the single tear that falls.
"I love you. I promise you, I've never, ever slept with anyone but you, Malynda. You're the only one I've ever wanted. Ever. Do you really think that us being together could be wrong?"
I feel my knees buckle, a physical manifestation of my resolve wavering. I can't say no, to him. He's the only one I've ever wanted as well.
"Xavier."
"Yes?"
"I've never… I never slept with anyone else either"
He frowns. It's fleeting but I see it and his hand falls away from my cheek.
"I don't believe you."
"It's true."
"Like Cameron would hang around if you weren’t having sex with him."
"Cameron and I are NOT together. So it would be strange if I was sleeping with him."
Xavier’s head shakes, as if he doesn’t believe what he’s hearing. "But he... you said he was your partner."
"He’s my business partner. We’re not together." I repeat. I don’t know why it’s so important for him to know this, but I don’t want him to get the wrong idea. I have never been with any man but him.
He takes a step back, still shaking his head. "No. Don't lie to me, Malynda. Just don't."
"I'm not, Xavier. I've never wanted anyone but you."
He looks at me, his pupils round and dilated, I can almost see the thoughts swirling in his mind.
"Fuck this, I’ve missed you so much."
In one movement, he sweeps an arm under my legs, my hand automatically coming up to loop around his neck, my mouth on his. I feel like air in his arms as he walks over to the bed and gently lays me down.
For just a moment, he looks down at me, his head haloed by the sun streaming through the windows.
"I have missed you every single day," he says, the words catching on his throat.
"I know," I say, running my fingertips down his bare chest. And he leans down, burying his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him, holding him. Ignoring everything that tells me it's wrong.
"Make love to me, Xavier," I beg against his ear. "Please."
He doesn't say anything, his lips wet and warm against my neck as he moves his body on top of mine, guiding my legs apart.
I feel his hands tugging at the seam of my dress and I move my hips, helping him pull it over my head. I reach behind me and unhook my bra, and he pulls it away. For the first time in over a decade, I'm almost naked in front of a man. The only man who's ever seen me naked. I bite my tongue, my hands coming up to cover my breasts.
"No. Don't," he says, gently brushing my hands away.
He rocks back on his heels, looking down at me, running a finger from the tip of my chin, along my neck, down between my breasts, over my stomach to rest gently between my legs.
"You're more beautiful than I even remember."
The blush streaks up my neck and down my chest. "Really? I'm not eighteen anymore."
"No, you're a woman now. A gorgeous, sexy, irresistible woman."
He leans down, his beard tickling my stomach as he drops his lips over my right nipple.
His breath is searingly hot, and it sends a rush of heat from my nipple all the way down to the pit of my stomach.
"Oh..." the moan escapes my lips without my consent.
The sound seems to trigger something in him and his hand moves down, cupping me between my thighs, grinding the ball of his hand against me.
I feel my hips tilt to meet his hand, feeling my wetness grow.
Xavier pulls his mouth away from my nipple kissing down my stomach.
"So smooth..." he mutters, as his fingers hook into the sides of my panties, and slides them down my legs. I reac
h to pull the strap of my stiletto down and his hand follows, fingertips grazing my thigh. "No, leave them on," he whispers, and at this point, I'll do anything he says.
I'm not sure how keeping my shoes on makes me feel even more naked than I already am, but it does. Or maybe it's the way, Xavier is looking at me, his eyes sliding over every inch of me, like he's trying to brand it into his brain.
"Xavier," I say, and his eyes come up to meet mine. "It's been twelve years."
His face breaks into a grin and something in the mood shifts. He slides out of his track pants, and I see his cock spring out. Hard. Ready.
Ready to be inside me.
He leans over kissing up my body again. I can declare right now, that I could live my entire life with Xavier’s mouth on me.
His tongue drags up my neck and a shiver trickles down my spine.
"Oh, Xave..."
"You need to stop moaning. Or else this is going to be faster than it already will be."
"The faster we finish, the faster we can do it again."
I take his hand and slide his finger into my mouth, sucking on it. He growls and his eyes turn dark. His hand disappears down my body and suddenly, he's touching me, sliding his finger around my wetness.
My breath catches, I try to remember what he used to do, but no blood is going to my brain.
Then his finger is inside me.
Deep.
"You are ready," he growls, and I dig my nails into his chest.
"Yes."
I lean back, his hands pushing my thighs apart, I feel him move, and there's a pause.
And then he's inside me.
Fast, hard, deep.
"Oh, Xavier."
His hands are gripping my thighs so hard, I know there will be a bruise later. But I don't care.
"Malynda... I have waited so fucking long for this. To be inside you again."
I push my hips down, taking him deeper, and he grunts.
He pulls back, and then thrusts forward, our bodies moving with the force.
"Oh!"
And he does it again.
And again.
My body slides over his slick cotton sheets, but he just grips my hips and pulls me towards him again, impaling me on his hardness.
I can barely breathe. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he leans over, flicking his tongue over my nipple. Stars burst in front of my eyes.
"God, Malynda, you are so hot," he growls, "I've missed being inside you."
I can only moan in response.
Our movements are faster, more erratic, there's no rhythm, just him driving himself in and out of me, each time pushing me closer to the edge.
His pubic bone grazes against mine, his body hard and strong on top of me.
"Make me come, Xavier," I beg him.
And he knows how.
He pulls back, the tip of his cock still inside me, but his thumb on my most sensitive spot.
"Oh, fuck!" I yell, as he circles, smaller and smaller circles until it feels like a constant torrent of caresses on my clit.
"Yes... yes... yes..." I mumble and he moves his hand faster, harder.
And just as I feel the wave crash over me, he drives his cock into me.
I come. I come so hard I barely notice him joining me.
I feel myself squeeze him, as my back arches and I gasp for breath, my hands, digging into his shoulders.
He falls on me, and I feel my legs fall open, to the side, exhausted.
"Malynda..." he murmurs, and I just move my hand to the side of his face and stroke his cheek in response.
And we stay there until we meet again in our dreams.
Eighteen
Him
She's sleeping.
Her face completely relaxed, her hair splayed all over my pillow, like a golden fan. And she's completely naked. Well, except for her heels. I grin a little at how sexy she looks in them.
And how fucking hot she looked while I slid myself into her. Her body curving and soft and wanting. I can't help comparing her to the girl I knew. All the sweetness is there, but she's grown into this woman who no man can resist.
I wonder how she's been able to hold them back all this time.
To save herself for me.
I just know I’m glad I saved myself for her. Nothing will ever compare to being with her. Inside her.
I curl my body around hers, trying not to wake her.
Because I never want this moment to end.
***
"You don't snore." It's the first thing she says when my eyes open.
"You don't either." I reach out to touch the tip of her nose, maybe to reassure myself that she’s real, that’s she’s really here.
"I don't care if I do,” she says as she shrugs. “Keeps the pests away."
"What pests? Men? I thought you don't sleep with men."
"Bears!"
"You can take the girl out of Maine but..."
I get a swift punch to the arm. That's another thing that hasn't changed.
"There aren't any bears in Manhattan, sweetheart."
She scrunches up her nose, but lays back down, laying her head on my chest, her fingertips drawing circles on my stomach.
"I've missed you, Xavier," she says.
I run my hand through her hair, twirling the strands between my fingers.
"I've loved you since the first time I saw you, Malynda."
She props herself up on her elbow and looks up at me. I love the way she looks, hair disheveled, lipstick smeared, her skin glowing.
"And when was that, the first time you saw me."
"You don't know?"
"You never said."
"That day... at the ice cream parlor. It was really busy and they had me at the counter. It was crowded and loud and hot and hellish, high schoolers everywhere. And then there was a ding of the bell and you walked in. And, I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life." I smile and cup her face with my hand. It looks so delicate. "Until now."
"My friends said you were staring. But I didn't care."
"I didn't care either. Even if it did get me pummeled." I try not to let the cringe of the memory show on my face. But she knows me too well.
"Bad memory?"
"Not the best."
"I'm sorry. Mostly because it happened because of me. They were such assholes,” she looks sheepish. Apologetic about something she had no control over.
"No, the bad memory is because I hated that you would think I was weak... and that I couldn't protect you. Those lanky arms weren't worth much back then."
"Is that why you've got all this now?" She pokes me in the stomach and then shakes her hand, pretending it's hurt. "Not that I mind," she gives me a wink, tickling my abdomen with her nails, sending sparks down to my cock.
"Is that so?" I growl, and roll her over onto her back, and the giggle is crushed against her lips as I kiss her hard. She moans in that way that makes me lose my mind and I crawl down her body, wasting no time to kiss her skin on the way.
Her knees spread out on either side of me, and I stop for just a moment to look at her, laid out in front of me.
Completely naked. Completely vulnerable. Completely mine.
I run a fingertip to open her up, running my tongue along the length of her, tasting her wetness. Sweet and salty in the perfect ratio. I glance up for a second and see her hands coming up to cup her breasts, fingers flicking at her nipples, as she watches me.
"You are going to come so hard in about two minutes," I tell her, and she bites her bottom lip, ready.
I press my face against her and slide my tongue as deep as it will go inside her.
She moans again. And I have to block it out, or else she'll be coming on my cock and not my tongue. And I want it to be on my tongue. Want to taste her gush into my mouth. I slide my tongue out, I flick the tip of it over her clit, and she whimpers. I do it again, another whimper.
I know she's waiting for me to do it again. So I don't.
I was lying
about her coming in two minutes.
I'm going to play with her until she begs me to fuck her.
And I will.
But not just yet.
My tongue moves down to circle the rim of her pussy, her hips push down, wanting more. So sensual. So fucking sexy. The soft tip of my index finger rubs around the base of her clit, not quite touching it. She doesn't like that, and growls, her knees coming up to clamp around my head.
"Hold on there, sweetheart," I say, pulling away, letting her calm down before I continue. The last twelve years have been me waiting for her. She can wait for me for a few more minutes.
She lays back down, and I lower myself down to her, my face barely inches from her, my breath hot against her. She smells like pure sex. Still her, but something wanting and wanton. I can't hold back much longer.
I press my tongue flat against her clit, hard.
"Oh, fuck," she moans, her hands reaching down to press on the back of my head.
I grind my tongue harder against her, feeling her clit pulse, my finger coming up to slide inside her.
She's slick and hot. And I'm trying so hard not to remember how she felt wrapped around my cock.
Soon, Xavier, soon, I promise myself.
I pull away so it's my tongue tip on her clit now, flicking fast. Her breath is loud and fast, her head thrown back, her back arched deep, her legs lifting her hips off the ground.
I stop. Letting her breath slow for a moment, before I move my tongue down to her pussy, and drive it into her, my thumb and index finger pinching lightly around her clit.
"XAVIER!" she screams, and I could stay drunk on that sound for the rest of my life.
I pull my tongue out, and then cram it back into her, flicking the very tip of her clit with my finger, feeling her body jerk with each movement.
"Xavier..."
"What?" I say, stopping everything.
"No... god, don't stop. Please."
"Please what?"
"Just... please."
"I don't know what to do if you don't say it, Malynda."
"Make me come, you fucking bastard!"
"Oh, that. Okay."
I slide two fingers into her, feeling her gasp and squeeze around me as my lips close around her clit. I suck and suck and suck, fucking her pussy with my fingers until I hear her scream, her hips lifting off the ground and her knees clamping around my head.
