Page 65 of The Holy Grail
Chapter 19
Worth the wait
Up in Malcom’s bedroom, his hands were shaking a little as he and Jules helped each other off with their clothes. Even though he’d already gone down on her, and she’d returned the favor with a stellar blow job in his closet (a space which now made him smile every time he entered it), this wassex.
The championship game. The gold medal event.
The big Kahuna.
What if his performance sucked? What if he turned out to be Sonny Liston in the boxing ring, instead of Muhammad Ali? Joe Frazier instead of George Foreman?
His heart started to race, and not in a good way.
He tried to dial down his rising anxiety, because it would only make things worse, but it was proving to be difficult. She was a stunningly beautiful woman with more sexual experience than he had, and with likely better lovers than him—excluding the drummer—and Malcom didn’t want to disappoint.
Plus, he hadn’t jerked off in at least three days, so this could potentially very well end in disaster. Why hadn’t he taken the time to jerk off before she came over tonight?Why?
Forcing himself to ignore his negative thoughts, he turned his focus on removing the last of Jules’ clothes, and when she was standing in front of him, completely naked, he felt most of his anxiety drain away. Without a stitch on, she actually looked a little taller than 5’9”, her legs long and lean. She was sort of built like a tall gymnast, with slightly wide shoulders and small, high breasts. He knew most men preferred large breasts, whichwas perfectly fine—to each his own and all that—but he was partial to the small ones, especially when they were topped with generous, light pink nipples that were currently diamond-hard and begging to be played with and sucked on.
She wasn’t covered in freckles, but she did have a liberal amount of them, and Malcom found himself liking how they decorated her pale skin very much. To him, Jules was a treasure trove, down to the trimmed auburn triangle between her legs.
He pulled her in so he could take her face in his hands. “God, you’re fine,” he whispered against her lips.
“So, are you,” she said.
They kissed for long moments, until the feel of her warm, soft skin pressed against his had him pulling her down onto the bed, where he proceeded to get acquainted with her breasts. As he braced himself partly above her, he gently squeezed and massaged one with his free hand, and lavished attention on the other with his mouth and tongue, while her fingers sank into his hair. Sucking, licking, and occasionally using his teeth to latch onto her nipple, Malcom was thoroughly focused, and might have gone on forever, had Jules not released a long moan and whispered, “I need you inside me.”
He looked up at her, swallowing hard when he saw the hungry expression on her face. Only one other person had ever looked at him that way, and it hadn’t been his wife.
“I need that, too.”
Her expression went from hungry to anticipatory and eager, then with a hint of a smirk, she asked, “So, how are we doing this?”
“I have to be able to see your face the first time,” he told her. “So, maybe you on top, so I can—”
“Absolutely,” she quickly agreed. When he seemed taken aback at her enthusiasm, she explained, “I usually come really hard when I’m on top.”
Knowing she wasn’t one to lie or even sugarcoat things, he figured that nugget was the truth, and he smiled. “Sounds good.”
“Condoms?” she asked.
“They’re in the nightstand drawer,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the nightstand on her left.
After sort of rolling out from underneath him, she stretched an arm over to open the drawer, and pulled out a box of condoms while he admired her bare ass. “Brand new box,” she said, waving it in the air.
As she straddled him, he took it from her and began looking it over, only to realize he needed his reading glasses, which were downstairs.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Trying to check and see if there’s an expiration date, but I need my glasses, so you’ll have to check,” he said, handing her the box.
“Expiration date?” Her eyebrows rose. “Exactly how long have you had them?”
“Six months? Maybe longer.”
“Your mom told me you were seeing someone not too long ago.”
“You didn’t just bring up my mom, did you?”
