Page 18 of Spark of Attraction

By the time I reached his front door, he was right behind me, his keys in hand. He wrapped a hand around my waist, reached around me and unlocked his door. Once inside, he kicked the door closed, turned the deadbolt and faced me, the heat in his gaze searing me, as if it could melt my clothes from me. Yet he said not a word.

I dropped my purse on the floor at my feet and stalked toward him, closing the distance between us like a cat advancing on its prey. Not dropping my gaze, I reached up and found the top button of his shirt and flicked it loose. Then the second button, and the third.

He swallowed hard, but didn’t stop me. Not that I wanted to be stopped. By the time I had freed all the buttons, I spread the two sides of his shirt wide and splayed my fingers over his chest. His breath hitched at my touch but I loved that he let me take charge like this. Let me explore his body at my leisure.

Years of manual labour had defined his physique, his pecs hard beneath my fingertips and his skin warm. His breath hitched again as I lowered my palms, skimmed them over his belly, and found the tops of his jeans. Undid the button at his fly, and lowered the zipper.

Only then did I drop my gaze to his cock straining against the confines of his black—or maybe it was dark blue, we hadn’t turned on the lights yet—underwear. A quick tug, and a push of both his underwear and jeans to his knees, I freed his cock, its rigid length making my body soften at the promise of him inside me, taking me, pleasuring me.

Still, he stood there, his gaze intense as he said nothing, made no demands, gave no commands.

I raised my gaze and met his again as I slowly lowered myself to my knees. He hissed in a breath as I ran my tongue around his swollen head. I played with him, both with my tongue and by wrapping my hand around his hard shaft, testing to see what made him react, made his breath stop, his body shudder. Without warning, I took his length in my mouth, and earned a rough “Holy fuck” that echoed throughout the room. As I sucked him deeply, until the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat, I rolled his globes in one palm, loving his groans and the way his body tightened and twitched at each touch, each increase and release of suction.

My own hips were rolling with the motion, pressing my clit against my heel until I was ready to come, when his hands clamped around my head and stopped me.

“Enough.” His voice was rough.

Oh shit, was he one of those one-and-done type guys?

His lips curved into a smile as if he sensed my concern. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not yet. I want to be buried deep inside your sweet little pussy that first time. I want to feel you come around me first.”

Oh fuck. I’d had guys talk dirty to me, but there was something about Malcolm, his tone, his promise, I don’t know which but my pussy dampened my panties and my body quivered in need at his confession, his promise.

He lifted me to my feet and kicked off his jeans, his cock sticking out proudly as he led me down the unlit hall and opened another door, revealing his bedroom. Before I cleared the threshold, he pressed me against the door frame, capturing my mouth, while his hands lifted my skirt and tugged my panties down past my knees. He tapped my feet until I moved them farther apart.

Then he announced, “My turn,” and lowered himself to his knees in front of me.

I swallowed my laugh when his head disappeared beneath the fabric but the laugh changed to a whimper of need when his hot breath followed by an even hotter tongue swipe across my clit, licking, stabbing across my sensitive bud. His fingers soon followed, penetrating me, giving me more pleasure with tongue and fingers than I’d had in…ever. The man proved he knew female anatomy as he pleasured me until my whole body shook and my legs could barely support me.

I wanted—needed—to take this action to the bed, to have him on top of me, filling me with his cock instead of his fingers but I couldn’t speak, couldn’t ask, didn’t want to ask because I didn’t want to stop whatever it was he was doing. He did something, hit a spot that made me come harder than I ever had before. My whole body seized with the pleasure he teased from me, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm that lasted longer and was harder than any I could remember. And he’d done it simply with his tongue and fingers. What would it be like with him inside me?

Before I could collapse onto the floor, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed.

“Fuck me, Mal. Please?” I’d wanted to come across as sexy, as in control, but I heard the need in my voice and wondered if he’d hear it as a weakness. But at this point I didn’t care. The tremor of my orgasm still quivered as I shucked off my clothes and stretched out on his mattress. “I need you inside me. Fuck me and fuck me hard.”

MALCOLM

After Ell had told me about her treatment under her husband’s hand, I figured I’d need to take things slow, to treat her gently. To let her take the lead. I’d planned to lie on the bed and have her ride me, leave her completely in control so as to not trigger her in any way.

When she’d gone down on her knees in the hallway, I’d been shocked both at her gesture and at the skill she had that made me damned near come too fast. Now she was splayed out, completely naked on my bed, a confident sex goddess knowing exactly she wanted, what she needed. Demanding I pleasure her.

Fuck yeah, I was down for that. I stripped off my shirt, the only remaining garment I wore, tossed it on the floor behind me. I opened the bedside table and found the box of condoms I’d stashed there, grabbed one and rolled it on. Not wasting a second, I mounted the bed, straddling her hips, my cock bumping against her mound.

I bent down to capture one of her nipples between my teeth, needing to taste them, to play with them—she’d always had great tits, perky things that I’d fantasized about senior year.

“Yeah, yeah, suck on them all you want while you’re fucking me,” she huffed in exasperation, lifting her hips and rolling them against my cock in an implicit demand.

Gorgeous woman beneath me demanding I fuck her hard? Yeah, talk about a total fantasy moment. Who was I to deny such a request?

Even in the dark of the room, her pussy glistened, telling me she was wet and ready for me. I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, and swiped my thumb over her clit. Her whole body jerked in response, her hips arched even more, pressing my dick halfway down her passage. Oh fuck, she was tight, pulsing around my shaft like a throbbing glove.

Her moan, one of pleasure, resonated in my chest. Despite her entreaties to take her fast and hard, I prolonged both our pleasure, my thumb busily working her clit, my hips burying and retreating my cock until sweat beaded on my forehead. I could barely hold off my own pleasure when she tightened even harder around me. She moaned long and hard as her pussy throbbed around my cock while she came.

As she came down off her orgasm, I bent my head and captured her nipple between my teeth once again, playing with one then the other. Each tug set her pussy pulsing around my cock, each swipe of my tongue over her breast, her shoulder, along the side of her neck, had her moaning in response.

The sweet musky scent of her arousal filling my senses, I touched her, tasted her, my cock staying still within her, though that was damned hard to accomplish. She arched and shuddered beneath me, her fingers digging into my back, my hips.

How had any man let such a responsive woman get away from him? Worse, treat her as badly as her dead husband had?

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