Page 12 of The Lists (Not Broken 1.50)

I sat back and folded my arms around his neck. He turned and our lips met. The moment they did, Malcolm took control, using only his mouth. His tongue swept through, dancing with mine. The power this man had over me. Every act radiated his love, leaving zero room for doubt. I needed more, so I made a quick turn to straddle him properly. I grabbed his face and pressed against him, the kiss turning frantic. I needed his hands on me as much as he wanted to touch me.

A simple tug, and the knot came undone. Warm, large hands grabbed my waist before moving down to squeeze my ass. With our lips still connected, he stood with ease. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. I’d never felt more at home than when his body covered mine after he laid us onto the bed.

His fingertips trailed up my outer thigh, along my side, and up to cup a breast. He nipped at my chin and kissed my neck, the short, coarse hairs of his beard adding an extra layer of sensation. My hands roamed across his back in an urgent need for skin-to-skin contact with the man who knew the exact notes to make my body sing.

A hard pinch to my taut nipple had me arching into his touch. One leg wrapped around his and I grinded against him; the thickness of his thigh provided the

perfect friction. But I desperately needed more.

“Malcolm…please.”

He ran his nose along the column of my neck, giving small bites as he did. I dug my nails into his back.

He pulled down the cup of my bra, freeing the breast and continuing to tease. “Does my naughty private dancer want something?”

A flick of his tongue against my hardened nipple had hot arousal rushing between my legs. A low throb, pulsating like an S.O.S. My body overheated with desire. I pushed against his thigh, needing more contact. His teeth clamped down on the tight bud and he pulled back, drawing a strangled cry from my lips.

“I didn’t hear an answer.”

Answer? What?

So close… I kept gyrating against him.

He shifted, taking away his leg and leaving me panting on the edge of orgasm. I found my arms pinned above my head, my husband looming above me, his dreads hanging free to shut out the world around us.

The intensity in his eyes caused my sex throb more. All him, everywhere. The strong yet gentle hold of my wrists. His heavy erection pressed against my stomach. The slight quirk of his mouth. Even the subtle sound of his breathing. I let out a stuttered breath from the magnitude of it all.

Malcolm lowered his body so our faces were inches from each other. I let my tongue snake out and licked his lips from bottom to top. His own tongue darted out and ran between them.

“Tell me how you want it.”

A rush of air forced its way past my lips as the simple words slammed me with desire.

I stretched up and nipped at his chin. A single, low word tumbled free before I could even process any other response.

“Hard.”

In record time, Malcolm discarded his shorts. His hand traveled up between my legs and he teased my aching clit through my soaked panties.

“Sorry,” he whispered against my neck.

No time to ask about what before he ripped the lace free and entered my eager body with one powerful thrust. The move knocked the breath out of me. My fingers gripped his strong arms, and he pulled back and rammed forward again.

“Fuck!” I screamed, delighting in the sweet agony.

The heels of my red stilettos pressed into the mattress as I propped my feet up to give me the leverage needed to brace for the anticipated next thrust. He kissed me in a way only he knew. Hard and demanding, yet still sweet and sensual. Faint remnants of his cologne invaded my senses, the tickle of his beard amplified by my acute awareness of all things Malcolm.

When he pulled away, I missed the connection. I needed him as surely as I needed to breathe. Each hard pump into my body, a welcomed force accompanied by a soft cry and pleas for more.

The building. Blood pulsated in my ears. My body tensed, waiting, anticipating the explosive drop into euphoric bliss.

“Holy…fucking…yes!” White light danced behind my eyelids as the orgasm did its work of obliterating my senses.

“Not done yet, baby.” Malcolm put my legs up on his shoulders and leaned forward.

The new position kept me immobilized and let him sink deeper. I slid my arms under his, feeling the slick perspiration that matched my own, and held on for dear life. He slammed into me, his balls slapping against my ass as he gave me everything I begged for. Like a kettle ready to blow, the coiling pressure gathered beneath the surface, quick on the heels of my previous release. The second hit with the force of a semi, holding me hostage, unable to even cry out from the glory. One more hard thrust and Malcolm stilled, keeping me in place as he unloaded his own climax, accompanied with a deep, guttural roar.

Another soft kiss before he slowly lowered my legs and eased out of me. He collapsed beside me. Heavy breathing from us both. I swallowed, trying to get the moisture to return to my mouth.

---