“Thank fuck,” I breathe.
“Do you think you should earn your orgasm or do you think you should get it for free for being good?”
Goosebumps run across my skin and I arch back up into his grip. “I don’t think that’s my choice.”
He laughs softly. “That’s a good answer.” Lifting me to my feet, he spins me around to face him and tugs a strap off my shoulder. “I like this.”
“It’s new.”
“It’s a pity that it has to come off, but I expect to see it again.”
I grin. “Got it.”
The way he strips me of my underwear is quick and efficient, so I’m the way he likes me best: completely naked. “On the bed.”
He helps me arrange myself so I’m lying spread out, head hanging off the edge. An upside-down kiss to my lips has me straining upward toward him. “You’ve been so good practicing,” he says. “Do you think you can do it?”
He means take all of his cock. I have been practicing, and we’ve gotten close. It’s not the accomplishment that I want; it’s the sounds Malcolm makes when I suck him down that I crave, and I know when he finally makes it all the way in he’s going to give me even more of that.
“I don’t know.”
“We’re going to try,” he says. There’s no room for argument, and that’s fine. I know that whatever he chooses is going to end well for me. I’ve been waiting for a week, and just knowing he’s going to both use me and pleasure me is enough. “Okay.”
Malcolm drops his pants, and the head of his cock is at my lips. I’ve grown to love the salty taste of him on my tongue. We’ve never used this position, and I like it. He slides in and in and in, and it’s easier this way. When his cock hits my throat the transition is seamless. Deeper in keeps pushing until we’re almost at my limit. My lips are stretched around the girth of him, and I’m so full that I can feel him stiff all the way down. But I’m so close. Another inch, and my lips will circle the base of his cock. I want that last inch desperately.
Fingers weave with mine on the bed as Malcolm leans into the motion. His weight pins my hands in place and his lips brush low on my stomach as he eases further. He’s kissing closer to where I want him. My legs practically fall apart, begging for him to lick me.
His cock presses deeper, and I fight the need to breathe. So close. So close. So close. A gentle kiss right next my clit has me moaning. And still he doesn’t give it to me.
Another second, and he’s pulling back to let me breathe. I haul in a breath, licking my lips before he fits himself to my lips again. “Take all of me, Juno, and I’ll give you what you’re looking for.”
I groan around his cock, and another burst of wetness dampens my pussy. I love it and I hate it. He sips all the way down to where he was, and deeper. Mouth and breath tease my clit, and I can’t help arching my hips toward him seeking that contact, but he doesn’t give it to me. “Just a little more.”
Closing my eyes, I relax my entire body. My mouth. My throat. And it happens. He slips in that extra inch, and my lips meet the skin of his toned stomach. His cock is entirely in my throat, and he groans. “Oh fuck, Juno.”
I’m soaking wet, aroused by the fact that he’s in me and that I did it. Oh my god. He rocks his hips deeper as his mouth crashes down on my clit. He devours me with lips and teeth and tongue while fucking my throat gently.
But I don’t want gentle. I want frenzy and fire and passion. And when he lets me breathe I tell him that. “You’re going too easy.”
Malcolm laughs. “Don’t want to push too far.”
If he weren’t holding me in place I would have grabbed him and pulled him too me.
“It’s been a week. Please, I’m begging you, fuck me.”
He smirks. “Okay.”
He’s in my mouth again in a second, down to the hilt. Now that I’ve done it, feels like he was meant to be there. He traces himself down the line of my throat, before he bends over and takes me with his mouth.
His hips move in time with his tongue, and I surrender to the feeling of this. Pleasure is ready and waiting in the wings, rising easily and becoming overwhelming immediately.
I come under his tongue, climax shattering through me with the force of a breaking dam. I yell around his cock, the sound completely muffled by the way he’s fucking me. I’m shaking and writhing under his mouth. I can’t take more, and I can at the same time.
Malcolm pulls out and joins me on the bed, hesitating only seconds for the condom before he pulls me on top of him. I sink down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt in an entirely different way. Now that I’ve come once, everything is unleashed, the pent-up energy exploding. Three thrusts upward into me and I’m coming again, pussy spasming around him, milking him, asking for more with words that I can’t speak. I’m shouting my climax into the air, and I don’t care how loud I am—I won’t be heard.
Malcolm’s hands land on my hips, pulling me down harder and faster, our bodies slapping together loudly. I can see him beneath me, panting and just as aroused as I am. Muscles tensing and smoothing with every movement. He’s beautiful.
And at the same time if feels like I am blind and viewing the world through a glowing haze of ecstasy and
