“Annalise Rhoads,” he whispered, nibbling on the lobe of my ear. “Will you make me the happiest man on earth, and agree to be my secksbuddy?”
Even at the height of erotic tension, his Nordic pronunciation of the word made me crack up with laughter.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I said, leering into his dark brown eyes, and taking both of his hands into mine. I pulled them slowly up along my body, and he obediently cupped his palms against my chest. I closed my eyes, sighing as he tenderly squeezed both of my breasts. He pulled the top of my blouse down, and leaned in to press his lips against my nipple. He took one between his teeth and sucked, rolling his tongue slowly around and around, while he squeezed the other between his thumb and index finger, caressing it gently, causing my entire body to ache with sensation. I reached up and ran my fingers slowly through his hair, shuddering with each touch, each caress, not sure how much more of this beautiful torture I could take.
At last he slid his tongue up from my breast, and instead placed both hands against my chest, freeing him up to kiss me again, the two of us breathing one another in as though dependent on each other for oxygen.
“I really want to get you wet,” he breathed into me, and pulled me even closer up against him.
I grinned at this. “You think I’m not already?” I teased, and reached between his legs, squeezing his impressive hardness through the fabric of his pants.
I loved watching his muscles tense, his chest tightening as he took in a deep breath of air. He kissed me again as though thanking me for this.
“I really want to have you in the shower,” he said. “I want to get you all clean and shiny…”
As badly as I was already melting between his fingers, it was this suggestion that somehow had the most calamitous impact on me yet. I remembered that delectable dream I’d had of Malcolm’s X-rated nude body emerging from the shadows, and the fun I’d had in the shower thinking about it immediately afterward.
This was, literally, a fantasy come true for me.
“Just promise to wash me with extra soap,” I whispered. “Now more than ever, it’s important for secksbuddies to practice good hygiene…”
Almost effortlessly he hoisted me into his arms like a bride on her wedding night. He carried me down a hallway, the two of us kissing the entire way, and sealed us inside an enormous master bathroom decorated with sleek black tiles.
Steam quickly filled the room as he cranked the hot water on full blast, and we finished tearing one another out of our clothes. My cutoffs and panties slid into a pool of lace and denim around my ankles, and I stood before him totally naked, praying that he would like what he saw.
He drank in the undulation of my curves, my soft breasts with their erect nipples, and the cleanly shaven triangle between my legs.
“You are a masterpiece,” he said to me, then leaned down to kiss me, sliding a single hand up along my thigh. I felt his fingers entering me, stroking me delicately, getting me more and more excited for him with each tender caress.
I let out a deep sigh, and reached in turn for the zipper of his pants. I pulled them down and loved the enormous protrusion of his hardness through the black fabric of his boxers. I stroked him through his underwear, loving how tortured he appeared by my doing so. Then I pulled them down, satisfied by the way his hugeness seemed to leap into the air as the fabric was peeled away.
“You really are the total package,” I teased him, and cupped his balls in my hand, giving him a light squeeze.
“Lord have mercy,” he groaned, then promptly seized a hold of me, and whisked me through the double-glazed glass of the shower door.
The black tile was ice cold against my spine as Malcolm pinned me up against the wall, compared to the hot blast of the showerhead raining down over my naked body. He ran his hands over every inch of me, savoring the texture of my dripping wet flesh from my head down to my toes. He knelt down onto the floor of the shower and spread my legs. I held my breath, and clenched my eyes tightly shut in nervous anticipation.
I shook as his lips pressed against the flesh of my vulva, his warm breath invading me, and quickly making me weak at the knees. He slid his tongue up inside me, and instantly spasms of pleasure tore through my entire body, causing me to scream out at the top of my lungs.
“Oh God!” I shrieked, barely able to breathe through the pleasure and the thick mist of steam clouding up the air around us. That beautiful brown head of hair began steadily nodding between my open legs, his dripping beard rubbing against my thighs in a way that drove me completely insane with hunger for him.
I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping him as though my life depended on it- and at that very moment, I was largely convinced that it did.
His tongue slid deeper and deeper up inside me. The destructive force of such pleasure grew more and more and more intense, and somehow the entire world seemed to be growing brighter and brighter around me.
“Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed, and pressed my knees inward around his handsome face, practically tearing the hair from his head as I gripped him. My buttocks clenched, my muscles spasmed, and my entire body shook with the most intense orgasm I had experienced since- well, ever, really.
I felt like I was soaring up into the heavens, cascading upward through impossible heights. And instead of crashing right back down again, I instead drifted gently back down into Malcolm’s powerful arms.
He rose up from off of his knees, clinging tight to my trembling body until certain I’d recovered. Our eyes locked, and I leered at him with an animalistic hunger, my inner nymphomaniac having just been unleashed.
The corner of his exquisite mouth twitched up into a smile, and he pulled my body right back up into him. He kissed me deeper than ever before, and I loved the taste of myself on him, coupled with the way our wet bodies slid all over one another as we embraced, his dripping erection pressing hot against my belly.
Gradually I allowed my hand to slide down along the course of his muscles, and wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his cock. He surged with pleasure in my hand, and again I was in awe at the sheer enormity of him. I slowly pushed back the skin along his shaft, loving the way it made him tremble for me, and licked my lips from side to side, just to push him over the edge.
I swear to God, every muscle in that incredible body of his must have been tensed to its breaking point as I stooped down onto my knees, hands gripped firmly against his sculpted buttocks, and slid his cock into my mouth.
An almost primal moan escaped his lips as I swallowed him down. I pushed my tongue lovingly along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, and savoring every inch of him in-between.
Malcolm leaned back against the wall, both relaxed and tensing as I went down on him. I loved the challenge of getting my lips completely around him, and adored the rock-hard stability of his body as I pressed my face up against him.
After a while he reached down, sliding his fingers through my soaking wet hair, and started pulling me harder and harder into himself, pushing himself deeper and deeper down my throat. I sucked back hard, craving him more and more sharply with each taste, and the strain of it, if anything, only making me hungrier for more of him.
At last I felt his body convulsing. He pulled me all the way up against him, his muscles tensed, and I knelt waiting, anticipating the sweetness of his taste on my tongue.