Page 64 of Naughty Heart

He released one breast, flattened his palm against my abdomen, and moved it south. Slipping his fingers beneath the top edge of my panties, Malcolm didn’t falter once on the way to the prize.

“Spread your legs, Evelyn.”

I did as he requested, his fingers immediately slipping between my thighs and through my wetness, forcing another moan to escape.

Malcolm worked his fingers between my legs, expertly rubbing and circling. He applied pressure right where I needed it, teased me in ways I didn’t even know I would like, and built me up effortlessly.

Before I knew it, I was on the verge of an orgasm, struggling to hold on and never wanting it to end.

“Let go,” he demanded.

“I can’t.”

“Darling, let go, so I can get my mouth between your legs and do it all over again.”

Malcolm wanted to put his mouth between my legs and make me come all over again. I was powerless to resist. Barely a moment later, with his fingers right where I needed them, Malcolm gave me my first orgasm.

I rode each wave of pleasure but barely had the chance to come down when Malcolm pulled his hands away, spun me around, and urged me to my back on the bed. He yanked my panties down my legs, tossed them aside, and buried his face between my legs.

Hearing the sounds he made as he started to fulfill his promise to make me come again was almost enough to get me there immediately. Malcolm feasted on me like he’d been starved for years, like he’d been dreaming of doing this from the moment he’d met me. Looking down my body, to see him loving what he was doing, it built even faster. And when he lifted his gaze briefly to my face to watch how he was affecting me, it only propelled me to the point of no return quicker than I’d thought would be possible.

The tightening started deep in my belly, and I began squirming.

Malcolm clamped an arm over my hips, flicked his tongue over my clit faster, and stroked his opposite hand up and down my thigh.

There was too much happening, so many sensations. Once again, there was nothing I could do to stop what was coming. And I quickly realized I didn’t want to. Because something told me Malcolm wasn’t going to be done. He’d take us to the next level, a place I was beyond ready to go with him.

So, I let go, calling out his name as my fingers slid down my body and into his hair. Malcolm saw me through, taking it all and groaning as he did.

My eyes squeezed shut as it slammed into me, and when the last bits of it had left me, I still hadn’t opened my eyes.

But then I heard movement, forced my eyes open, and watched as the man in front of me began stripping out of his clothes.

Suddenly, feelings of being too sated to do anything else had vanished. Malcolm was getting naked, and I intended to take in every inch of him.

With a confident grin as he worked at the fly of his pants, he said, “You look happy.”

“That’s because I am. Wow, Malcolm, you’re incredible.”

He chuckled, pulled his wallet out of his pants, tossed it on the bed, allowed his pants to fall to the ground, and worked at the buttons on his shirt. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes homed in on the skin he was beginning to reveal with each button he opened. “Yet?”

He got the last button opened and pinned his gaze on me. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you, Evelyn.”

Malcolm separated each side of his shirt and pulled it down his arms. A moment later, he pushed off his underwear, standing in front of me completely unabashed by his nudity. Then again, looking like he did, Malcolm had every reason to be confident.

As he reached for his wallet, I sat up on the edge of the bed and curled my fingers around his cock. I lifted my gaze to his, noting the fire in his eyes, and stroked him. The muscles in his jaw clenched.

He liked this.

He liked this a lot.

I wondered how much he’d enjoy himself if I returned the favor and used my mouth. It was nearly Christmas, after all. The season of giving.

I stroked him again, watching as he gripped the foil packet holding the condom in his hand tighter.

Parting my lips, my eyes still focused on his, I leaned forward. My tongue came out, licked the pre-cum off the tip, and swirled around the head.