Free Web NovelChapter 84: Chapter 84 - Malcolm Speaks
He let go of her wrists and flipped her over onto her stomach, one hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down, the other pulling her hips up.
She felt vulnerable and exposed like this, her most private parts on display for him, and she whimpered softly, her breath catching in her throat.
She didn’t want to pull away.
"Such a pretty pussy," he murmured, his fingers trailing over her slit, making her shiver. "So wet and swollen. Dripping—"
"Stop."
The word came out breathless and soft, more reflex than command, and it only made her blush harder.
Heat crept up her neck and into her cheeks, her pulse skidding as she processed what he had just said, the usually silent man suddenly finding words, choosing to describe instead of simply act, and the way he did it caught her completely off guard.
It was shocking in the way honesty always was.
Arousing in a way she had not prepared for.
His voice had been calm, almost thoughtful, as if he were merely stating facts, yet every word landed heavy and intimate, painting pictures she could not unsee, making her acutely aware of herself, of how exposed she felt, of how much she wanted him to keep talking even as embarrassment made her tremble.
He chuckled quietly at her reaction, low and warm, clearly amused.
She bit her lip as his hands spread her thighs wider, his thumbs pulling her lips apart, exposing her entirely to him.
And then his mouth was on her for the second time, his tongue licking her from bottom to top, flicking over her clit with just the right amount of pressure, making her cry out and buck her hips.
He didn’t let her move though.
His hands held her hips steady, keeping her in place for his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.
He licked and sucked and nibbled her clit, alternating between gentle, teasing strokes and firm, demanding pressure, driving her wild with need.
His tongue thrust into her pussy then, fucking her with it, tasting her deeply, and she moaned into the mattress, her hips jerking, her bound hands clenching into fists.
He fucked her with his tongue for what felt like hours, taking his time, savoring her, until she was panting and trembling and on the brink of another orgasm.
"Come," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding, and his tongue flicked over her clit again, sending her over the edge.
She came hard, her pussy clenching on nothing, her body shuddering with pleasure, her moans muffled by the mattress.
He rode out her orgasm with her, his tongue gentle now, soothing her overstimulated nerves, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
When she finally stopped trembling, he pulled away, his fingers replacing his tongue, stroking her gently.
"Ready?" he asked.
Iyisha nodded. She could not find her voice.
She heard the soft sound of his zipper, the quiet intimacy of it making her breath catch as she held still, every nerve alert. He guided himself against her, slicking through her folds slowly, deliberately, and she froze, lungs locked as she held her breath.
He guided himself against her, slicking slowly through her folds, the deliberate drag making her breath lock in her chest as she held still, every nerve braced, every sensation sharp and expectant.
When he pushed forward, the first stretch caught her by surprise, a sharp fullness that made her gasp, her fingers twisting into the sheets as her body instinctively tightened.
The pressure deepened too quickly.
Pain flared, sudden and bright, stealing the air from her lungs before she could stop it.
"Ugh," she breathed, the sound thin and strained.
He felt it immediately. He froze, his body going still against hers, the contact breaking before it could go any further.
"Hey," he murmured, low and close. "You okay."
She swallowed, breath stuttering as the ache lingered, her muscles still clenched around the memory of it. "It hurts," she admitted quietly, her voice tight, honest.
He pulled back at once, withdrawing fully, giving her space, and the relief came in a rush, tension draining from her body as the pressure disappeared.
He shifted then, not rushing, adjusting his weight deliberately as he pressed himself flat between her thighs instead, his body settling against hers in a way that spread the contact instead of forcing it inward.
The change grounded her.
Heat replaced the sting. His presence was broad and steady, anchoring her as he moved slowly, letting her body catch up, letting sensation rebuild without fear.
Her breath softened.
A small sound slipped from her throat as pleasure returned, tentative at first, then stronger, her hips responding before she realized she was moving again.
The movement caught her just right, again and again, until the sound in her throat deepened, her hips reacting on instinct, tilting to meet him without being asked.
Her hips moved on their own, angling just right for his head to hit her clit again, the contact sharp and deliberate, and her breath broke apart immediately.
"Malcolm," she whimpered, the sound thin and needy, barely holding together.
Pleasure shot through her like electricity, fast and overwhelming, lighting her up from the inside out, making her toes curl and her grip on the sheets tighten.
The relief from before melted completely into want, the ache gone, replaced by something hotter and more urgent.
Sometimes, as he moved, the head would slip a little into her opening before sliding back out again, just enough to stretch her, just enough to make her gasp, and every time it happened her voice climbed higher, her body reacting before she could think.
"Malcolm... it’s so good," she said, the words spilling out broken and breathless.
He groaned at the sound of it, deep and rough, his dick growing harder with every movement, every sound she made, his control thinning as her body answered him so openly.
Then his hips pushed forward harder, one strong thrust, and this time the stretch was more than before, the head popping in suddenly, the sensation sharp and intense, pain and pleasure crashing together all at once.
Iyisha cried out as her body seized around it, the overwhelm tipping her over the edge, and she came hard, the release ripping through her even as he followed with a strained sound, the moment pulling them both under together. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
After it passed, after her body finally loosened and stopped trembling, she lay there boneless and warm, the world reduced to slow breaths and fading sensation.
The intensity ebbed into something soft and heavy, a floating calm that wrapped around her from the inside out, her limbs feeling distant, pleasantly useless.
Malcolm shifted away carefully and sat back on the edge of the bed. His chest rose and fell hard and uneven, the sound of it loud in the quiet room, the last of the tension still rolling through him in slow waves. He dragged a hand through his hair and stayed there for a moment, grounded, steadying himself, breathing it out.
Iyisha barely registered the movement.
Her body felt like it was sinking into the mattress, every muscle loose, every thought drifting. There was a faint ache threaded through the warmth, but it only made the calm deeper, sweeter, the kind that came when everything had already been spent.
Her eyelids grew heavy, her breathing slowing without her meaning to, each inhale softer than the last.
She turned her face slightly toward him, not opening her eyes, just aware of his presence nearby, solid and real, and that awareness settled her even further. The last thing she felt was the lingering hum in her body, that quiet aftershock of pleasure that made her feel suspended and safe all at once.
Sleep took her gently.
By the time Malcolm finally leaned back and looked over at her, her breathing had evened out, her features slack and peaceful, already lost to it, her body still warm and loose in that post-release haze.
He couldn’t help but chuckle.
He wasn’t done but she was.
