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“YOU WANT ME TO EAT you, baby? It would be my pleasure.” Fuck, she’s hot when she tells me what she wants. I slide down her front, kissing her smooth skin from one hip bone to the other and then to the edge of her panties. “Need to lose these.” I grip the side of them and snap them off of her and fling them across the room.
Her red mound is neatly trimmed in a landing strip pattern. I love it. I don’t care for bare. It doesn’t look right to me. But Mallory’s is beautiful and she smells delicious. I pull her apart and see her clit peeking out. I flick it with my tongue as I watch her watch me. It’s almost as hot as her licking me while we watch each other.
Her legs stiffen as I flick her clit again. “You like that?” I place a finger at her entrance. “Would you like this?” My finger enters her and I watch her eyes roll into the back of her head. Yep. She likes it. “What about two fingers?” I pull out and enter two fingers into her.
She grabs the sheets into a death grip. “If you like that, then I can’t imagine what you’re gonna do when I do this.” I pull out my two fingers and enter three, turning them up so that I’m stroking her spot all while I pull her clit into my mouth. She explodes and my hand is soaking wet, but I don’t stop pumping into her or flicking her clit. I want her to ride her wave to the end.
“Owen! I can’t”
“Yes, you can, baby. One more time.” This time I nibble on the tip of her clit and she screams.
“Ah!” Her body is convulsing as her abs pull her up into a sitting position. “No more. I can’t.” She flops back down onto the pillow.
“You can, baby.” I pull my fingers out of her, reach into the nightstand where I stashed my condoms earlier, and pull one out. As I fumble to get it on in a hurry, Mallory puts her hand on me and strokes my hard cock.
“I can’t put this on with you doing that.” She giggles and lets go.
I finally get it on and position myself at her entrance. “Don’t judge me, but it’s been a long time. I won’t last long, but I promise the next time I will.” I don’t give her a chance to respond, I just enter her.
I have to stop when our hips meet each other. I fit inside her and I didn’t think I would. She feels like something I’ve never felt before, even with Alana.
Mallory feels like home.
“Don’t stop.” She pleads, and I start pumping into her. At first, I go slow, but it only takes me a few strokes and I’m about to explode.
“Come for me, baby.” I beg her and she releases just as I can’t hold off any more. I pump a couple more times into her and then collapse beside her on the bed.
We’re quiet for a few moments, but I have to break the silence. I need to know if she’s okay. “Hey.”
She turns to me, “Hey yourself.”
“You okay?”
“You have to ask? You couldn’t tell? I’m great. Are you okay?” Her smile brightens up the dim room.
“I’m on cloud nine when I’m with you.” I stroke her cheek. “But let me take care of this.” I pull out of her and dispose of the condom while on the way to get a washcloth.
When I come back, she’s sitting up in bed, wearing her nightshirt again. I thought I tossed that thing. She holds out her hand. “I’ll do that.”
“No. I want to.” I pull the washcloth away.
“I don’t want you to.” She climbs out of bed, goes into the bathroom, and closes the door. What the fuck just happened?
I straighten up the bedsheets, turn on a light, and toss her torn panties in the trash. Hesitantly, I climb back into bed. I’m not sure she still wants me here, but I’ll be damned if I’m leaving her alone before talking about it.
She takes about five minutes before she comes out of the bathroom. “I didn’t expect you to still be here.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She looks around the room and then back at me. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
She turns off the light in the bathroom and then comes over to the bed. She doesn’t immediately climb in and I’m thinking I’m about to be sent packing. But, yet again, she surprises me and climbs in next to me.
“No. I want you to stay if you want to. I seem to sleep pretty good with you around.”
Was that a compliment? I’m taking it as a compliment. “I want to stay.”
“Good.” I’m not sure I was supposed to hear that because she said it under her breath as she adjusted her pillow and turned out the light on the nightstand. Her back is to me and she seems settled to go to sleep. Well, this won’t do.
“Hey.” I pull at her shoulder and she semi-turns to me. “What’s happening right now?”
“What do you mean?” She seems genuinely confused.
I pull on her shoulder enough that she turns to me. We’re laying on the pillows face to face but not touching. “What I mean is, I went to get a washcloth and when I come back, it feels like everything changed. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She slowly closes her eyes, and when they open, she’s got tears threatening to fall. “You did nothing wrong, and you didn’t hurt me. What we just did was wonderful.”
I can’t help myself from touching her. When I do, a tear falls loose. I swipe it away. I will always swipe away her tears. “Then why wouldn’t you let me take care of you?”
“Because doing that is a personal thing.”
“And what we just did wasn’t personal?” I’m so confused now. What the hell is she talking about?
“No. What we did was intimate and wonderful. But cleaning me up? That’s personal and we’re not personal. At least not yet.”
I shake my head. “That’s not how I see it. I see that we’ve shared something tonight that, at least for me, was something I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my life, Mallory.”
She’s quiet for a few minutes, and I can see her trying to process her thoughts. Then she drops the bomb I wasn’t expecting. “Not even with Alana?”
At the mention of Alana’s name, my heart drops. Of course, the girls mentioned Alana to Mallory. Alana was their best friend and business partner. Piper watched her murder, and she’s still dealing with the PTSD that comes with that. It never occurred to me to talk about her to Mallory. But, of course, I should have brought it up before now. Fuck, I’m an idiot.
Although it’s late, and I have the gem show tomorrow, I need to have this conversation with Mallory. I sit up in bed and pull Mallory with me. “You’re right. We should talk about this.”
She shakes her head, “No. It’s none of my business and I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s fine, Owen. Really. Let’s just go to sleep.” She tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let her.
“No.” My voice is firmer than I wanted it to be. “No, I want to tell you. Please.” I ask, using a softer tone. I don’t want to scare her away. Mallory has enough in her life to scare her. I want to be the one that protects her.
She pulls herself up, turns on a light, and sits facing me with her legs crossed. “Okay.”
I take a few moments to collect my thoughts on how to explain my relationship with Alana. “Well. It all started a few years back when I went to a bar called Sideways.”