Instead, with a final gasp, he pulled me back off of him, still hard, still completely ready for me. I got up off my knees, panting for breath, and looked up to see him gazing at me with the hungriest of eyes. He grinned at me.
“You didn’t really think you were going to get off that easy, did you?” he teased.
I smiled back at him with my smokiest pair of bedroom eyes. “I sure hope not,” I said.
He seized me by the wrists, and jerked me roughly around so that I was facing the opposite wall. He pressed me up against the black tiles, my palms spread, my back arched, and my legs spread.
I felt the intense pressure of his body bearing down on me, his shaft sliding down between my buttocks, then up between my legs. I cried out with pleasure as he entered me from behind, sliding all the way up against my g-spot.
I felt my muscles tightening around him, tears nearly filling my eyes from the intensity of the sensations. He leaned his body over me as he settled in, his hands laced up under my arms and cupped around both of my breasts, as his heated breath simmered against the back of my neck.
“You… Are… Incredible!” I whispered to him, unable to contain my sheer obsession with this man any longer.
I could feel it inside me as he laughed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he teased, then eased himself back, and drove his body forward up into me again.
He was right, I hadn’t.
He began to ride me, to thrust his powerful muscles as hard as he could up against me. Our wet bodies collided, my hands sliding along the slick tiles even as he seized me from the rear with an iron grip. His undulations were forceful, decisive, each propulsive moment seeming custom-tailored to maximize my pleasure as he penetrated down to my deepest depths.
The angle at which I arched my back grew more and more severe as my front half slid down along the wall in carnal ecstasy, my muscles getting weaker and weaker, but Malcolm’s animalism growing more and more forceful as he consumed more and more of me.
At last he let out a deep, fierce roar, so for a glorious moment he seemed more beast than man- and so did I, for that matter, as he held me there, captive to his desires. Our bodies erupted in one final collision, and instantly he was filling me with his love, pulsing with sensation as my muscles grew tighter and tighter around him. I cried out with pleasure as the cascades of his longing flooded through me, and a sweeping crescendo of orgasm overtook me once again.
I shivered in his arms, every inch of me aching with a brilliant, blinding climax, a carnal euphoria so severe that I thought I might not truly survive it- and at this point, I really didn’t care.
At last, shaking, naked, breathless, and wet, I felt our beings separate. I suddenly felt I might fall to pieces without him present in me, but thankfully he pulled me into his arms, and the two of us began kissing again nearly the moment we were apart.
“I’m so goddamn glad I sent you that article,” he whispered to me between deep breaths and deeper kisses.
I laughed, feeling lighter than air with happiness at that moment. “You can’t possibly be as glad as I am,” I said, my body still ringing from head to toe with the intensity of the sensations.
We kissed and fondled and fooled around for a while under the hot water. He made good on his promise to give me a nice good scrubbing, and I loved the feeling of his hands all over me, sudsing me up, then holding me beneath the hot water, letting the soapy, iridescent streams wash away and go spinning down the drain.
A few minutes later I sat warm, damp, and happy on his bed, wrapped up in nothing but a towel. I watched him as he went around the room, as handsome and charming as ever as he rummaged through his closets and wardrobes, changing into another set of clothes.
After a long period of silence our eyes met. We exchanged a long look, when suddenly I cracked up into laughter.
He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking, and brought both of his hands to his hips. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m just happy, I guess.”
He eyed me sitting there on the bed for a moment, and I could tell he was checking me out again, despite having just had a close-up and intimate look over every inch of me.
“You know you’re even cuter in person without any clothes on,” he said. “Even more than you are over a webcam, I mean.”
I gave him a wry smile, and flipped him my middle finger.
“Hey now, that’s not very professional!” he joked.
“Please tell me you deleted that from the recording of the meeting,” I asked him, having practically forgotten about our little scantily clad encounter by this point.
“Absolutely,” he said. “Right after I took screenshots and sent them to the National Enquirer…”
“Ha, ha,” I mock-laughed, and he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
“You really are incredible, you know that?” he said.
“Obviously,” I said, flicking back my damp hair with the playful vanity of a black-and-white film star. “You aren’t too bad yourself.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” he offered gently. “I have a feeling this whole mess we’re in is about to get a whole lot more bearable…”
“I think you might be right about that,” I agreed. He grinned as he stared down at me, like I was some kind of cherished prize that he simply couldn’t believe he’d won.
Only too happy to reinforce this notion, I spread open my legs so that the towel covering up my modesty was pulled out of place. I adored the mesmerized look on his face as I slid my ankles around his waist and pulled him into me with my feet against his ass, then promptly set about unwrapping him again from the crisp new outfit he’d so meticulously picked out for himself.
4-
Settling
I spent those next weeks far happier than any girl has a right to be in the face of a global pandemic. The time I spent with Malcolm was like a dream come true to me, and things only got sweeter after that first incredible encounter we’d shared.
I was over at his place almost every night these days. I never ceased to be amazed by the sheer, raw physicality of that man. The way he put his hands on me, the way he kissed me, the way he made me feel parts of myself that I hadn’t even known were there.
By this point I had months of physical cravings pent up inside me, and if any man could even begin to satisfy them, it was definitely Malcolm.
We made love on his couch, in his bed, and outdoors in his jacuzzi. There was nothing too taboo for the two of us to try- we were free to let our most depraved sexual fantasies run wild. Blindfolds, restraints, even some mild bdsm- and that’s without me even getting into specifics, which I’ve decided to spare you from reading about here…
For the first time in ages, maybe even my entire life, it was like my entire body felt alive. Pushed to my utmost limits, desired by this incredible man from my head down to my toes, craved by him even… God, I wish I could even begin to convey what an incredible feeling that was.
And it wasn’t just the sex, either, as mind blowing as that was. It was like there was a night and day difference in my time in quarantine before Malcolm and I started talking, compared to how things felt now. Even with no end in sight to any of this, the future seemed so much brighter whenever I was with him. My day-to-day life felt so much more meaningful, and I had the funny feeling that Malcolm was suddenly feeling the same way.