Page 67 of The Holy Grail
“Everyone sees you,” he countered softly. “The minute you walk into a room, you’re seen.”
“I don’t mean like that. That’s superficial.”
She began moving slowly, enjoying the feeling of being filled by a man, and after a few moments, she leaned forward, supporting herself by planting her hands on his chest. This new angle gave Jules better grinding motion, and she began to rub her clit against his trimmed pubic hair, releasing a sigh of pleasure at the friction.
Since she seemed more than happy being ‘in charge’, Malcom let her set the pace and simply enjoyed the ride, while his hands trailed up and down her body, finally settling on her breasts. He couldn’t seem to get enough of them, and at one point thought he was being a little rough as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, when she groaned loudly. He gentled his pressure, only to have her tell him, “No, that was perfect.”
They got into a nice rhythm, but unfortunately he knew he wasn’t going to last very much longer, and as he tried not to think about how disappointing that was probably going to be to her, Jules shocked him by announcing her imminent orgasm.
He almost didn’t believe his ears. She was going to come before he was? That had never happened to him,ever.
Head tilting down, her hair falling forward in a thick, red curtain to partially obscure her face, Jules started to speed up, and as she reached her orgasm and tightened around him, it triggered his own.
He finished a little before she did, so he got to really enjoy watching her grind on him through a few aftershocks, before finally stopping and coming to rest on his chest with a huge, satisfied sigh.
She made no move to break their connection, and he really liked that.
Gently, he smoothed her hair back. “This was worth the wait,” he said, meaning every word.
She nodded her agreement, murmuring, “I really am an idiot for waiting so long. We’re going to have to make up for lost time, that’s for damn sure.”
That sounded like a solid plan to him.
Chapter 20
Waffles
After sleeping remarkably well, Malcom woke up the next morning to find himself alone in bed. At first, he was filled with disappointment, but it quickly dissipated when he heard the obvious sounds of someone in his kitchen. He got out of bed, took care of business in the bathroom, then threw on a clean T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and headed downstairs.
To his amusement, he found Jules in the process of making waffles. Normally it would have bothered him to see his kitchen in disarray, but for once it didn’t bother him, nor did the fact Dawn Corleone was stretched out on the island, licking one of her paws and washing her ear with it.
Instead, with a huge smile on his face, he discreetly watched Jules in her panties and the shirt he’d been wearing the night before, as she measured out the dry ingredients (flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt), then mixed them in with the wet ingredients (milk, melted butter, sour cream, and eggs). As she used the small hand mixer, she moved her hips a little and hummed what sounded like Donna Summer’s “Bad Girls”.
He was impressed she seemed to be doing everything from memory, and after she poured the first bit of batter into the waffle iron, he came forward and pressed himself against her back, hands on her hips. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she returned, before pointing a thumb in the direction of his Breville Barista Touch espresso machine, which she figured had likely cost an arm and a leg. “Iwould have made coffee, or espresso, or whatever, but I couldn’t figure out how that thing worked. I assume it was designed by engineers at NASA?”
“That’s okay. I’ll make it.”
However, instead of going over and doing so, he slid his hands under the hem of her shirt, then up until he was cupping her breasts. He felt a shiver go through her and it made his cock grow even harder than it had been watching her make waffles.
“I like you in my kitchen,” he murmured, lightly grinding.
“Me, too. You have all the fancy gadgets and stuff—even your cooking utensils are fancy. Where did you—” she broke off with a moan as he pinched her nipples, with just enough pressure to send tingles through her body.
“Where did I what?”
“Where did you, um …” One of his hands was now down the front of her panties, his fingers finding her clit with lightning accuracy. “Get them?”
“Get what?”
For the life of her she couldn’t remember what they’d been talking about ten seconds ago, but what did it matter, really? “Never mind. It’s not important.”
He pressed the length of his erection against the crease of her ass and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “If you don’t want this to go any further, tell me now.”
Instead of verbally answering, she shoved her panties down to where gravity took over and they dropped to the floor. Then, she lay forward on the granite countertop and spread her legs a little.
The sight of her laid out in front of him, with her cheek resting on her hands and her hair in disarray, as well as her bare ass and long legs on display, had Malcom swallowing hard. Barely conscious of what he was doing, he pushed his sweatpants and briefs down and took his cock in hand. It wasn’t until he was lining himself up for entry that he remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. With a heavy sigh, he stepped back a few inches. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.”
