Free Web NovelChapter 215: Chapter 215 - Do You Feel It? (R)
Malcolm pulled her in and kissed her hard.
Iyisha’s breath caught as she leaned into it, her hand gripping his shirt as his mouth pressed against hers, firm and steady. He didn’t rush it. He held her there, lips moving slow, parting just enough to deepen it, and she felt everything else drop away except him.
He pulled back just enough to look at her.
"Can you feel it?" he asked, voice low and rough.
Her chest rose fast, her eyes damp as she stared at him.
She nodded, still dazed, her fingers trembling as she reached up and touched his jaw softly. "I feel it," she whispered.
He didn’t say anything.
But something in his eyes shifted.
He pulled her in and kissed her again, slower this time, deeper.
Slower.
He never does it like this.
His lips pressed, parted, then pressed again as his hand slid from her waist up her back, pulling her body flush against his.
She let out a soft moan into his mouth, her body pressing closer, feeling the solid heat of him against her as she held on.
He broke the kiss and moved along her jaw, then down her neck, his lips brushing first before pressing there, slower now, lingering.
Her head tilted back.
Her fingers tightened on him.
His breath was warm against her skin as he stayed there, mouth moving just under her ear, and her body reacted before she could think.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, a soft sound leaving her as she felt him press firmly against her through their clothes, the contact sending a sharp need through her body.
She held onto him tightly, her breath uneven, her body answering everything he gave without him needing to say a word.
His fingers traced slow circles over her shirt, then slipped underneath the hem, his palm gliding across the bare skin of her lower back. She arched her back into his touch, pressing closer without thinking.
Malcolm gently rolled them so Iyisha was on top. His hands settled on her hips, guiding her down with steady control. He kissed her again, slower this time, his mouth moving against hers in a deep, unhurried rhythm.
One hand moved up her spine, fingers threading into her hair at the nape of her neck, while the other slipped under her shirt and pushed the fabric upward. He helped her sit up just enough to pull it off, his eyes following the movement like he was focused on something she couldn’t quite understand.
She swallowed.
He pulled his own shirt off, and when their skin met, she sucked in a breath, her hands pressing against him like she needed to check if he was really there.
His palms moved over her back and sides, slow and firm, thumbs brushing along her ribs as he kissed her again.
She followed, but her thoughts lagged behind.
What is this?
Why is he—
Her body answered before she could.
With patient fingers, he worked at her clothes, pushing the fabric away inch by inch while his mouth followed her skin, steady, unhurried.
She tensed for a second, then melted again, her fingers tightening on him.
"You’re beautiful," he said quietly.
She froze.
He never says things like that.
"What?"
He didn’t look away. "You’re beautiful."
Her face burned instantly.
She brought her hands up to cover it, her chest tightening, not sure where to look or what to do with that.
Why is he saying that?
He let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, then pulled her hands away and kissed her again. "Beautiful..." he murmured against her lips.
She pushed lightly at his chest and turned away, burying her face into the pillow. "Stop," she said, but it came out weaker than she meant.
She had heard it before.
But not like this.
Not from him.
"Look at me," he said.
She didn’t right away.
Her fingers curled into the sheet.
Then slowly, she turned back.
He was already watching her.
Not smiling. Not teasing.
Just... looking.
Her chest tightened again.
She slowly turned back to look at him.
Malcolm removed the rest of his own clothes, revealing his body to her. His hand wrapped around his hard cock and gave it one slow stroke.
It pulsed and grew even thicker in his grip.
"This is always because of you," he told her, voice low and steady, eyes never leaving hers.
Iyisha’s face burned hotter. She sat up quickly and tried to pull him down with her. "Stop," she whispered, embarrassed, but her voice came out shaky.
She kissed him hard, trying to hide how much his words made her heart race.
Malcolm kissed her back deeply for a moment, then slowly pulled away and moved lower. His mouth closed gently around one hardened nipple, sucking softly while his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak.
She sucked in a breath.
Why is he taking his time?
Why does this feel... different?
His hand kneaded her other breast, thumb brushing across it. At the same time, his free hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs.
She moaned softly as his fingers teased her, gliding through her wetness, circling her clit with slow, steady strokes. The pleasure built too fast, hot and tight in her core. Her hips jerked against his hand, thighs trembling.
He pushed one finger inside her slowly.
"Ngggn..." she moaned against his mouth, the sound breaking out uncontrollably.
A second finger joined the first, curling gently.
The pressure felt so perfect it made her toes curl.
Her body tightened suddenly and she came hard, moaning into the kiss as intense waves of pleasure crashed through her, her inner walls pulsing and squeezing around his fingers.
Malcolm stayed with her through every tremble, kissing her softly until her breathing began to calm.
Only then did he position himself between her legs. He slowly pressed forward, inch by careful inch, filling her. He paused many times, letting her adjust, his forehead resting against hers, eyes locked together.
Once he was fully inside her, he stayed completely still for several long moments, just holding her close, breathing hard. The veins in his neck stood out as he fought to stay in control.
"Malcolm..."
He began to move with slow, rolling thrusts of his hips, drawing almost all the way out before sliding back in deeply.
It was too slow but every movement is making her whimper against his skin.
His hands never stopped moving. One interlaced with her fingers, gripping gently. The other supported her lower back, pulling her body tighter against his with every stroke.
He kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck with soft, grounding kisses that matched the rhythm of his body.
He shifted his angle slightly and pressed even deeper.
"Ahh... ngggn..." she gasped, feeling him rub right against that sweet spot inside her with every slow glide.
She felt so full, so warm, every deep push sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her core.
His hips rocked in a smooth, continuous motion, building the pleasure higher and higher. One hand slid down to cup her backside, holding her firmly as he continued the slow, deep thrusts.
She couldn’t take it gripping him tighter to her body.
Malcolm stilled inside her with a grunt.
His breath tightened before he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. His jaw ticks as his hand tightened around her hips.
Iyisha’s nails dragged along his back.
Their bodies continued moving together in a quiet, intimate rhythm.
He lowered his head to kiss along her collarbone, then back to her mouth, pouring everything into each slow glide and press. The tension built gradually until they both tensed and shuddered together, clinging tightly as waves of pleasure rolled through them.
She moaned his name softly, "Malcolm... ngggn..." as she came again, her body trembling and squeezing tightly around him.
"Did you feel it?" Malcolm asked.
Iyisha stayed close, her cheek against his shoulder as she nodded, a small smile forming without her noticing.
That was different. But it’s a good different.
"Yeah," she said softly.
She didn’t pull away.
Her fingers stayed on him, holding on like she wasn’t ready to let go yet.
Malcolm looked at her for a moment, quiet.
Then he leaned in, his voice low.
"Maybe one more time."
