Chapter 83: Chapter 83 - Closeness
He lifted her off the door.
She held onto his shoulders as he carried her, her legs still wrapped around him, his arms under her thighs, supporting her weight easily. Her head tipped back against his arm, exposing her neck, and he leaned down, mouth finding the hollow of her throat, lips hot and insistent.
She arched into it, into him, the world narrowing to the feel of his tongue, the heat of his breath, the firm pressure of his arms keeping her suspended, held, safe.
He lowered her onto the bed, the soft mattress cushioning her, and then his weight settled over her, heavy and warm, his body blanketing hers as his mouth reclaimed hers.
Her hands found his hair, fingers threading through it as he kissed her, slow and thorough, like he could take all the time in the world for this now.
She had forgotten how to kiss like this, how to surrender to it, how to let herself be taken apart so gently.
She shuddered when his tongue slid against hers, the contact sending sparks through her body, awakening nerves that felt dormant, half-forgotten.
His weight shifted, one arm bracing himself, the other hand moving to her shirt.
The first button opened with a small, sharp sound, followed by the second, the third, until it gaped open enough for him to slip his hand inside, fingers splaying over the soft skin of her stomach, then sliding upward, finding the underwire of her bra, the edge of her breast.
She gasped into his mouth, hips jerking slightly under him.
His lips curved against hers, and his fingers followed, tracing the curve of her breast, moving slowly, deliberately, until they found her nipple through the fabric, already pebbling, hardening.
He circled it once, light and teasing, and she broke the kiss, breath catching in her throat, eyes falling closed as the sensation shot straight to her core.
His thumb pressed then, gentle and certain, and her back arched up to meet him, seeking more of that pressure, that contact, that heat.
He obliged, hand slipping beneath her bra to find her bare skin, her nipple, fingers pinching lightly, tugging, and she bit her lip to stop the sound that wanted to escape, her hips rocking into his without thinking.
"Ah. Mmm. Malcolm..."
His mouth was on her neck again, tongue tracing the line of it, lips soft and warm against her pulse, while his fingers played with her nipple, teasing, testing, finding all the ways to make her gasp and shiver and arch.
She felt him smile against her throat when she made another sound, this one higher and more desperate, and then his mouth moved lower, tracing the line of her collarbone, his breath warm as it followed the edge of her shirt.
His fingers opened the last button slowly, almost lazily, and then pushed the fabric aside, baring her to him completely, her bra the only thing still covering her, but even that felt thin and useless now, her nipples straining against the fabric, aching for his touch.
He kissed the center of her chest, lips lingering there, and she thought for a moment he might stop, might give her a chance to breathe, to think, to do anything but feel this overwhelming flood of sensation.
He didn’t stop.
His hand slid up her body, finding her other breast, fingers circling the nipple through her bra again, teasing, and when she shuddered and her hands found his hair again, he pressed his palm against her, pushing the mound up as his mouth lowered to it, tongue wetting the fabric over her nipple in a slow, deliberate circle.
She cried out then, the sound slipping out before she could catch it, and his mouth closed over her, sucking her nipple through the thin fabric, his tongue playing with it, teasing it, the wet heat of his mouth seeping through to her skin.
Her back arched, pressing up into him, and her fingers tightened in his hair without thinking.
His teeth grazed her nipple, a light, controlled pressure, and her hips jerked, the contact making her gasp.
He did it again, sharper this time, and she moaned, the sound rough and unguarded, her body responding to him without permission.
Her nipple was hard and sensitive now, aching for more of his touch, more of his mouth, and when his fingers pinched the other one, twisting just enough, she couldn’t hold back the sounds anymore, couldn’t stop her body from moving against him, couldn’t do anything but let him take her apart piece by piece.
He seemed to sense it.
The moment she gave in completely, the moment her resistance crumbled, his mouth became more demanding, his fingers more insistent, his body pressing her harder into the bed, claiming her, taking her, owning her pleasure.
It was overwhelming and exhilarating, terrifying and addictive, and she didn’t know if she could stop even if she wanted to.
He pulled away from her breast just enough to look up at her face, his eyes dark and intent, searching hers, and she saw the question there, the unspoken offering.
She nodded, a small, jerky movement, and his hands moved to her bra clasp, unfastening it with practiced ease, and then he was pulling it away, sliding the straps down her arms, baring her breasts completely.
The moment the cool air touched her skin, shyness rushed in, sudden and disarming. She inhaled sharply and brought her hands up without thinking, not to hide herself entirely but to steady the flutter in her chest, fingers resting lightly against him instead.
Her cheeks burned as she looked away for half a second, lashes lowering, aware of herself in a way she hadn’t been moments before.
Cool air hit her skin, tightening her nipples even more, and she watched, breathless, as his gaze moved down, taking in her exposed breasts, heavy and full, nipples dark and hard.
His mouth returned to her chest, but this time without the barrier of fabric.
His lips closed over one nipple, sucking it deep into the heat of his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, flicking over the tip, and she cried out, hips bucking up under him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
His hand found her other breast, fingers tweaking and tugging her nipple, pinching just enough to make her gasp, the dual sensations almost too much to bear.
He alternated between her nipples, his mouth hot and relentless, his fingers skilled and demanding, until she was writhing under him, her moans filling the room, her body slick with sweat, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her fingertips.
"Malcolm. Please. Oh god..."
He didn’t slow down.
Didn’t stop.
Didn’t give her even a second to catch her breath.
He kept going, sucking and licking and biting her nipples, his fingers kneading her breasts, until she was a trembling, gasping mess beneath him, her thighs slick with her own wetness, her clit throbbing with need.
She was close to begging, close to pleading for him to take her, to fill her, to give her what she needed, but then his hand moved lower, fingers trailing down her stomach, and she arched up, offering herself without thinking.
He smiled against her breast, a flash of teeth that made her shudder, and then his fingers were at the waistband of her pants, unfastening them with a quick, sure motion.
She lifted her hips to help him, to hurry him, and he pulled her pants down, taking her underwear with them, leaving her completely bare beneath him.
The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her shiver, and she closed her legs instinctively, suddenly feeling too vulnerable, too exposed.
But Malcolm didn’t let her hide.
He pressed her thighs apart, his hands firm and unyielding, and she gasped, the sound high and startled, as his fingers found her, sliding through her wetness, exploring her without hesitation.
"You’re so wet," he murmured, his voice low and rough, and she flushed, the heat spreading over her chest, up her neck.
He rubbed her clit then, his fingers gentle but certain, and she moaned, her hips jerking up to meet his touch, her body responding eagerly, desperately.
"Please," she whispered, the word escaping before she could stop it.
He didn’t answer.
His fingers kept moving, circling and pressing and stroking her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her writhe and moan beneath him.
She was so close, so close to the edge, and she could feel herself tightening, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
And then his fingers slid lower, pressing into her, filling her, and she cried out as she came, her body arching up off the bed, her hips grinding against his hand, her pussy clenching around his fingers as pleasure washed over her in wave after wave.
He rode it out with her, his fingers moving inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm until she collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and trembling and utterly spent.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, his touch gentle, and she shivered at the sensation, her body still hypersensitive, still buzzing with pleasure.
She opened her eyes, looking up at him, and saw the satisfaction in his gaze, the possessiveness, the hunger.
"Good?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal.
She nodded, unable to speak, and he leaned down, kissing her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her once again.
She could taste herself on him, salty and musky, and it sent a fresh wave of heat through her body.
He broke the kiss, his lips moving to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"More?"
She shuddered, her body already responding, already wanting, and she nodded again, whispering, "Yes. Please."
He smiled, a dark and dangerous smile, and she knew that she was in for it now.
He rose up on his knees, straddling her, and began to peel off his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate.
She watched, mesmerized, as each inch of his skin was revealed, tanned and scarred and utterly beautiful.
When he shrugged off the shirt, she couldn’t help but reach out, her hands sliding over his chest, his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles, the ridges of his scars.
He let her explore, his eyes never leaving her face, watching her with an intensity that made her pulse race.
When she reached for his belt, he caught her wrists, holding them still, and she looked up at him, questioning.
"Later," he murmured, and she shivered at the promise in his voice.
