by Snow, Jenika
He was a foot from me, looking down at me, his pupils dilated. I shivered and licked my lips, my heart pounding in the center of my throat. Images were racing in me, each one different and trying to claim supremacy. I wanted his body pressed against mine again, to feel how much bigger he was than me.
Before I knew what was happening, he had me in his arms, and I didn’t even stop myself from pressing my breasts against his wide, muscular chest—sexually, suggestively. I gasped at the feel of the hard outline of his need for me, that thick, girthy cock pressing against my belly.
“I feel like I’m going to lose it with you, baby.” He stared at my lips, and I felt them part under the weight of his stare. “I feel like you’re my weakness, and I’ve never wanted to submit to losing my strength and composure more than I do with you.”
Malkolm was so masculine and raw, but he had this other side that was smooth and sweet, gentle. And he was showing me both sides… and God did I want to get lost in the dual sensations he threw off.
I opened my mouth, maybe to tell him that I wanted this desperately, that I’d waited for him my entire life, but words failed me. I wanted to tell Malkolm I was a virgin, that no other man had touched me, that he was the only one I wanted.
But again… I couldn’t speak.
He still looked at my lips as he whispered, “There’s no going back. Once I have you, once I touch you, Flora… you’re mine.” He pulled me impossibly closer to him.
I gasped. “Don’t stop.” I rose up and pressed my lips to his, our tongues pressing against each other’s right away. He pressed his cock against my belly harder, and I melted into him further, unable to stop myself.
“Christ,” he hissed against my mouth and then pulled back far too soon.
My lips tingled, his flavor covering every part of me, moving down the back of my throat until I grew thirstier for him. His breath brushed along my lips, not missing me, not really adding pressure, but driving me crazy nonetheless.
“Is this insane… what we’re doing right now?” He was the one to ask, and I clutched the material of his shirt as it formed around his flexing, hard biceps.
“If it is, I’d rather not be sane.”
He chuckled deeply, thickly.
I'm so ready for him.
“Tell me,” he said in a gruff voice, as if this serrated side of him was coming to the forefront, as if he couldn’t help it. I felt his hands clenching and relaxing against me, felt as if he was barely hanging on but trying so damn hard it was physically taking a toll on him.
He didn’t emphasize what he wanted me to tell him. But I knew. I didn’t even hesitate. “I want this, Malkolm.” He let out this deep rumble from his chest, and I felt tingles move along me at the fact that my words pleased him.
“Is that right, Flora?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“Tell me how much you want what only I’ll give you.”
Oh God. Can I? Can I be so bold and admit everything?
I could. I would. But he needed to know how inexperienced I was, how if he expected some mind-blowing night, I didn’t think I could deliver, because I knew nothing about sex.
So I stared into his eyes, wanting to start this off right, with honesty, so that Malkolm knew this wasn’t just a random hookup for me. This meant… everything. “I’ve never done this, Malkolm.” The words hung between us for long moments, and I could see on his face he was confused at first. I was just about to really spell it out, when his eyes widened for a fraction, and he let out a breath before pulling me against him.
“Baby,” he murmured. He pulled back and cupped my face. “I’ll be gentle.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I’ll make this so damn good for you.” He rested his forehead against mine, and we breathed the same air for long seconds. “I’m never letting you go.”
His words had my heart racing, and I didn’t want to think too hard on what he meant by those words, but they sounded… final. Like I was his, only his, and there was nothing that would change that. He made me feel that way with only a handful of words.
“I just wanted to tell you so things are an open book between us. I don’t want my virginity to be this weirdness between us. I just want you to know that this is… special for me.”
The smile that touched his lips had my breath leaving me momentarily.
“This is special for me, too.” He kissed me again and again, and I felt that passion start to build once more. “It’s been years since I allowed myself to feel anything for anyone, to be with anyone, Flora.” He stared intently into my eyes, as if he really wanted me to understand what he was saying. “Do you know what I mean, what I’m trying to say?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes.” He’d been celibate for years. God, the air left me.
“I’ve never in my life felt this way for another person.”
“And I want you.” I was the one to kiss him now. “I want you to be my first—”
“I’ll be your one and only.”
I gasped at his words, but the sound left me when he slammed his mouth on mine again and kissed me so erotically, so thoroughly, I was left clutching him for support.
His hands still cupped my cheeks, his palms big, his skin warm.
“I want to make sure this is gentle for you… perfect,” he said against my lips.
“Malkolm,” I mewled on a soft cry. “I just want you.”
I wanted whatever Malkolm had to give me, no matter how fast, how hard… how life-changing it was.
“Malkolm,” I groaned, but didn’t know why I was saying his name again, didn’t know what I was asking him. “Give it to me sweet and gentle. Give it to me hard and fast. I don’t care which. Just give it to me.”
“Sweet Jesus, baby,” Malkolm said, and I realized I said that out loud. But I wasn’t ashamed about it, and I wasn't embarrassed. I wanted him to know what he did to me. “I could come just from hearing you say those words, just by knowing how much you want me too.”
He pulled back, and I forced my eyes open, forced myself to meet his stare head-on. A dark look of possession and arousal covered his face as he watched me.
“I’ve never felt this way, never even thought it was possible to.”
He hummed and leaned in to kiss me, to nip at my bottom lip before he pulled back again. While still holding his gaze with mine, he slid his hand over my side, up my ribcage, and covered my breast. A moan spilled from me at how good that felt, how electrified my skin was when he touched me.
God, I dreamed about this moment, fantasized about being touched this way… loved this way, where I felt like I was the sole center of someone's world. And that's how Malkolm made me feel.
He applied pressure to my breast, and I let my head fall back slightly on my neck, my eyes sliding shut, my lips parting as I breathed out a moan. My skin felt so sensitive that my breasts felt heavy, my nipples tingling, almost painful.
“You like this, Flora?” The way he said my name was so gruff, so masculine, that I moaned again. I couldn't help it.
“Yes.” That word was nothing but a breath of air from my lips, but I knew he heard it regardless, because he groaned harshly.
“God, I’ve never felt anything as good as you.” It felt like he said that to himself, like he meant it as this little secret that was now out in the open. “And I’m too selfish to ever let you go, because I need to feel this all the time with you. Only you.” And then he was sucking at the base of my throat, the feel of the scruff that covered his cheeks and chin moving along my flesh, abrading it… turning me on until I was mindless with arousal.
Oh God. I could come from just this.
“God, baby,” he groaned, running his tongue up and down my throat, sucking at that little indentation at the base of my neck, then moving and gently nipping at my collarbones.
Curling my hands around his muscular shoulders, I dug my nails into his tattooed flesh, pulling him closer. I need him closer. I need to crawl inside him and live there, because n
othing has ever felt so good.
I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life and hadn’t known I’d been waiting for him to give it to me.
7
Malkolm
I was drowning in her, lost in the sensations I’d never felt before. They were emotions and feelings I’d never experienced before, ones Flora brought out in me. I was drunk, hungry, thirsty, and addicted to all that she was.
And I can’t stop. God help us both… I can’t stop or let her go.
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my mouth along her cheek, over her jawline, and down to her throat. I groaned deeply against her neck, knowing this was the first time she was experiencing this, male pride filling me that it was me who gave it to her.
She’ll only ever know this pleasure from me.
Her surrender, her clear need for me, was nearly my undoing. Groaning, all I could think about was all the ways I wanted to make her mine, every filthy, obscene… permanent way she could be marked and claimed by me. I felt primal, wild, this primitive animal who just wanted to please his mate.
I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, her skin so fucking sweet I groaned like I couldn’t help myself. Because I can’t.
In my mind, I could see the scene so clearly, could picture her in the center of my bed, my scent covering her, her hair fanned out on my pillows, her legs spread so nothing was hidden from me. While licking her neck, I moved my hands down to her chest, cupping her breasts, groaning against her throat, and wanting her clothes off, her skin pressed to mine as I swallowed her moans.
Even through her shirt and bra, I felt how rock-hard her nipples were, and as I added pressure, she sucked in a breath, as if the peaks were far too sensitive for even that small caress.
And all I wanted to do was to pull the material away, tear the fucking fabric off her body until there was nothing between us.
“Flora,” I groaned and closed my eyes, digging my cock against her belly, rolling my hips so that stiff length dug into her. God, she felt good. My dick jerked against my zipper, a painful reminder that I was harder than fucking lead.
And the longer I caressed her breasts, the more I rolled my hips against her, my cock pressed to her soft, feminine belly, the more I was losing my control. I could orgasm from just this.
“Baby… you feel that, feel what you do to me?” I was being vulgar, needing her to see, to feel my physical desire for her.
“God,” she gasped and let her head fall back. I ran the tip of my nose up the bared column of her throat, then followed that same path with my tongue. “Yes. I feel all of you.”
“It’s all for you. Only you.” Truer words had never been spoken.
She moaned, and the sound went right into my body, settling in my dick so the length jerked almost violently.
I gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, making her look at me for only a second before I started kissing her. I ran my tongue along the seam of her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth.
Fuuuck. So sweet.
All kinds of possessiveness slammed into me. She had this drugged expression covering her face, and the very male part of me, the side that was a fiend for her, pushed forward. There was no way I could give her the soft and easy like she deserved. Right here, right now, I was a fucking animal just waiting to be let free.
“I’m trying…” I paused, swallowed, breathed out slowly. “I’m trying to stay in control—”
“Don’t.”
I swayed, my big body so affected by a simple word because it’d come from her.
“Take me to your room,” she moaned, and my control snapped. I lifted her up into my arms, and the feeling of her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, and her lips on mine, had a primal growl leaving me.
My place was small, but even so, I got to the bedroom in record fucking speed. I shut the door, closing us in, and let her slide down my body. Fuck, that feels good. She was small and soft where I was big and hard.
I knew I probably looked feral as I watched her, because she took a step back as if hesitant, but the desire grew on her face. And the longer we stared at each other, not moving, the harder she breathed.
I stepped closer, so close that when I leaned down, our mouths nearly touched. The feeling of her little pants moving across my lips had my cock jerking painfully. I ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth, her flavor making me groan. I wasn't thinking clearly right now, didn’t even care how crude I was being. “I want to leave my mark on you.”
She gasped but didn’t move away.
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait for you to… mark me.”
Holy. Fucking. Hell. I closed my eyes at her softly—but passionately—spoken words. Resting my forehead against hers, I breathed in and out, my eyes closed, my need so intense I was on the verge of shaking.
“Tell me more,” she begged. “Tell me all the dirty things. They… turn me on.”
I shivered and said, “I want to spread your legs and look at your pretty virgin pussy.” I clenched my jaw as that image slammed into my head. “I want my mouth on you, my tongue lapping at your honey as you come against my lips.” God, I could come from telling her this stuff.
I didn’t want to talk anymore. All I wanted was Flora naked on my bed, her lithe body beneath me, and her legs spread as I devoured every fucking part of her.
And I’m going to do just that.
I pulled back and opened my eyes, not moving, not speaking for a suspended moment as I just soaked in the sight of her. And then I slipped my hand around her nape, pulled her forward, and took her mouth again. I fucked her with my tongue and lips, our teeth clashing together.
“God, I feel like I’m burning alive, like I could orgasm from your kisses alone,” she said between kisses.
“Fuck, you can’t say things like that to me, because then I’m going to come.”
A gasp left her, and I swallowed it, kissing her harder, pressing my body against hers. No more thinking. No more control. No more wasting time.
My mind was hazy, and I found myself tearing at her clothes, tossing the remains on the ground, and taking a step back to look at all the perfect flesh that was revealed. God, who was this man that was an animal right now? I’d never felt so unhinged. Although she still had her bra and panties on, I swore there was nothing hotter than the sight of her barely dressed and only the intimate parts of her body hidden from my view.
My mouth was dry, my throat tight. I started taking off my clothes before I knew I was actually doing it. And the whole time, my focus was trained right on her. “Take the bra off, Flora.” Fuck, was that my voice, so gravelly and commanding?
When my clothes were off and I stood totally naked in front of her, I found myself gripping my cock, then promptly let go, figuring that was too obscene.
She’s a virgin. Go slow. Go easy.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at my cock, and I knew it was a combination of the fact that I was blessed in endowment, but also because I was pierced.
“You look afraid,” I said deeply, darkly, and took a step closer. “I promise it’ll feel good inside you.” I’d make sure of that. My Prince Albert piercing was a thin hoop that was pierced right through the head of my cock, and as I stroked myself, I felt the cold metal start to warm as I jerked off. “Do you want me to stop? Do you want to go slower?” Fuck, I hoped she didn’t say yes, because I was so far-gone it would be like trying to stop a freight train. But I’d put the brakes on this if that’s what she wanted. I just wanted to be with her. In any way.
She shook her head. “Don’t stop,” she whispered and started removing her bra.
Fuck. My body roared in pleasure as I gripped the base of my shaft, then dragged my palm up, squeezing out another drop of pre-cum in the process.
And then she had the bra off. And her panties next. And I was left standing there like some dumb fuck unable to move or speak, because she looked so incredible.
“Mal
kolm,” she whispered.
It was clear that when it came to Flora, I was weak, because I'd give her the world at her feet if I could. I cradled her against me as I walked us to the bed and then gently laid her down, my heart thundering and my head dizzy. This felt like a dream, and the fact that I was about to be with Flora, that I refused to let anyone else ever have her, made me feel high.
I took a step back and just appreciated the sight of her, with her hair spread out across the white cotton, her creamy skin a stark contrast to the navy sheets. I breathed out slowly and ran my hand over my mouth. A day’s worth of scruff covered my cheeks and jaw, scraping my palm, sounding loud in my ears, mixing with my haggard breathing.
And I really looked my fill of her, sliding my gaze down to her breasts, over her flared hips and slightly rounded belly, along the small indent of her navel, and then froze when I got to the most secret part of her.
“Come here,” she moaned, and I was on her so fucking fast she let out a surprised sound.
I was kissing and sucking at her neck, dragging my tongue up and down her flesh, memorizing the flavor of her until I felt drunk. And then I had my mouth on a peaked little nipple, moaning at the feeling and flavor of her. Moving my tongue around her areola, I sucked the taut peak into my mouth and felt her tremble for me. I took her flesh harder and more fiercely in my mouth at the same time I cupped her nape and kept her where I wanted her.
I alternated to the other breast, sucked, licked, and nipped until both of her nipples were wet and hard for me. Her little pleas for more had my balls drawing up, my cock hardening further until I hissed in pain at the throbbing in my groin.
Giving her nipples a little kiss, I moved back up her body and claimed her mouth. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip before plunging it in the hot, sweet depths. I fucked her there, mimicking the act I’d soon be doing between her thighs.
