“Between our families, not us. We’re not them, and if you want to try, and I really hope you do, we can take it slow.” Frida looked up, and her dark eyes were pools of passion, darker than the night sky behind them.
“I do want to, but not too slow. My batteries died earlier, and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.” Malco felt his eyebrows shoot up at her comment before he grinned.
“Never let it be said that I’d let a lady suffer. Stay with me tonight, we don’t have to have sex, but I need to hold you.”
“I want that, too.”
“Now the food. Why don’t I dish up, and you find something on Netflix for us to watch?”
“Are we doing Netflix and chill?” She waggled her eyebrows, and Malco realized this relaxed Frida was as beautiful and alluring as kick-ass lawyer Frida.
“Just pick something.” He couldn’t help but laugh.
They sat on the sofa and ate Chicken Jambalaya out of bowls and drank a glass of wine each, and she snuggled into him while they watched the original Ghostbusters, before falling asleep on his chest.
Malco carried her to bed when it was finished, and she woke as he placed her down in the bed.
“I fell asleep.”
“It’s been a rough day.” He got in next to her after shedding his shirt.
“You need to use the bathroom?”
“I need to brush my teeth.” He threw the covers back. “I’ll get your stuff.”
Her hand on his arm stopped him. “I’m okay, Malco. I can do it.”
“I know, but let me, please?”
He needed to care for her just tonight, and then she could be kick-ass Frida again tomorrow. She seemed to sense that and let him go with a soft smile. Once he came back and they both brushed their teeth and went through their normal bedtime routine, Malco removed his prosthetic, massaging the muscle that ached by the end of the day, even after all this time. Malco had already checked the alarms, and the house was secure. Frida was only wearing a camisole style nightie and shorts when he slid in beside her. Her body immediately moved into his, and he lifted his arm so she could lay on his chest. Malco lay looking at the ceiling and listening to her breathing, knowing she was still awake. Her hand on his abdomen made his muscles twitch, and his cock joined the party. Her light fingers drove him wild as they danced over his belly and then slid beneath his sweats. Her grip on his cock was firm and sure as she stroked him from root to tip.
“Fuck. Frida, you’re killing me.”
“But in a good way, I hope.”
“The fucking best.”
“I don’t want to just sleep beside you, Malco. I want you to make love to me.”
“A-fucking-men to that.”
He flipped them until he was on top and looked down at the stunning woman beneath him. She was quickly becoming everything to him, and he wondered if it had been like this for his friends. “So beautiful.”
His hand swept over her cheek, down her neck, and rubbed at the beaded nipple through the cami before it traveled lower. Grasping the top, he lifted it over her head, wanting nothing in the way of his eyes on her body. He trailed his lips over her cheek, kissing her long and slow until their bodies burned, and he felt the bite of her nails on his ass as she slid her hands down the back of his sweats. She was so fucking passionate she was killing him. His lips skimmed the marks on her neck, wanting to erase them from existence.
Frida’s back arched as he took her nipple in his mouth and suckled, her hands all over his back as he felt the heat of her core so close to his dick with just the thin barrier of fabric between then.
“Please, Malco, I need you,” she begged, her voice rough with desire.
Pulling away, he stood and pushed his sweats down as he grabbed a condom from the drawer beside his bed and rolled it over his hard length. Her eyes followed every move he made, and he was almost dizzy with need for this woman. Bending, he lifted her hips and skimmed the shorts down over her hips, taking her panties with him.
“Perfect.” He couldn’t stop the growl as he looked at her perfect pussy. Putting his knee in the bed, he bent over her, admiring her body. He leaned forward and kissed his way down her body, lavishing attention on every inch of her skin.
His two fingers moved over her clit, and she arched toward him, a breathy moan slipping past her lips that made his dick bob.
Malco leaned in and buried his face in her sweet pussy, her taste exploding on his lips, and he lifted her to him, his hands on her curvy, sweet ass. He felt her legs begin to shake as her climax built, her clit pulsing beneath his tongue.
“Malco, oh fuck.” Malco eased off until he was gently kissing her, then he sat up and crawled over her.
“This okay?”
“Yes. I want you, Malco.”
Laying his body flush to hers, he pushed into her, stopping as her tight heat enveloped him. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate. She was fucking perfection.
“Move,” she begged.
Malco began to move, and she lifted against him until they were in perfect rhythm, each chasing the promised release. He felt her legs clench against his side and lock behind his back. His hands threaded through hers and held them overhead as a keening moan escaped, and he fucked her through her second climax. All the while, he tried to hold his at bay until he couldn’t any longer, and his orgasm barreled through him, leaving him panting as he collapsed down next to her.
“Wow!” she breathed.
Yeah, wow was right. He had a feeling he’d just developed a full-fledged addiction to Frida
