Page 45 of The Holy Grail
She blinked at him. That was his warm-up? He was going for another round?
“You look confused,” he said.
“I am,” she admitted.
He seemed genuinely pleased at her befuddlement, and his tone was dripping with amusement when he repeated his order from earlier. “Lay back.”
Jules quickly complied, and this time as he was ravishing her with velvety licks of his tongue and sucking on her clit, he eased two fingers inside her and began rubbing her G-spot.
“Oh, my God,” she muttered. “Stay there, if you can. That’s my G-spot.”
“I know.”
Because everything felt so good, she was only peripherally impressed he’d not only found it, butknewhe’d found it and was working it like a pro.
He really was a unicorn.
“You’re the first man to find it,” she managed to get out.
His chuckle was deep, even as his fingers continued their delicious work. “I see. Well, good for me.”
“No … good forme.”
The last part came out with a groan, as Malcom was stroking her G-spot in earnest now. With the added stimulation, her rise to orgasm this time felt different. It was more intense, and there was also an accompanying sense of having the urge to pee, which had her slightly alarmed.
“Mal, stop,” she told him, but he held firm.
“Why?”
“It feels like I’m going to … pee.”
If anything, his fingers moved faster. “Good, that means you’re getting close.”
“Close?” Jules could hear the panic in her voice. “To peeing on you?”
“No, to coming. See, the orgasm from your G-spot—you can actually ejaculate a little—uses the same tunnel as when you pee, so that’s why you feel like you’re going to pee.You’re not going to, but that’s what it feels like.”
The urge was so strong, now, that she tried closing her legs, but only trapped his head there. “Mal, I don’t want to—”
“You’re not going to pee. Trust me,” he said. “Just let go andlet it happen.”
He then pressed his mouth to her clit, licking and tugging as she tipped over the edge, and rushed toward her climax. She wanted to trust him, but the fear of actually peeing on him just wouldn’t go away.
Malcom must have felt her tensing again, because he growled, “Don’t fight it.”
It was his tone more than anything that made it possible for her to let go (in the back of her mind, however, was the thought that if she reallydidpee on him, it would be his own fault), and when Jules came, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. As her body was racked with waves of pleasure, she felt herself release a gush of fluid, not unlike the sensation of peeing, although peeing had never felt this good.
Groaning loudly, she rocked against his mouth to ride out every last bit of the orgasm, not wanting to waste any. As it receded, every one of her muscles went limp, as if she’d just competed in a triathlon. Or three.
When she was able to lift her head, she looked down to see Malcom running a hand over his mouth and chin. Then, holding her gaze, he deliberately put the two fingers he’d just had inside her into his mouth and sucked on them for a moment.
“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she whispered, uncaring of her still-spread legs and the fact his face was essentially inches away from her pussy. “How did you get that good?”
“When I was married, I did some … research … and learned all about the G-spot.”
She was amazed he’d gone to so much trouble for Gwen, and humbled by his dedication to pleasing her, which quickly gave way to being pissed at the other woman for not deserving it. However, that was almost immediately washed away as Jules realized how much she’d benefitted from it.
Ignoring her state of undress and her damp skirt underneath her, she reached for his pants, only to be stopped. “No. I want tonight to be just about this, and to enjoy it for a little while.”
