but a pair of lace panties and heels. “You aren’t wearing a bra!” he growled, looking at her perfect breasts. They weren’t large, but they were perfect! Round and pert with raspberry colored nipples that were hard and pointing towards him, obviously eager for his touch.
She stared up at him, but Malcolm couldn’t pull his gaze away from her beautiful breasts. His hands moved from her waist, sliding higher and higher until they cupped her breasts, feeling their weight. They were perfect in his hands, soft and supple. Slowly, his thumb moved higher and higher, circling her nipple but not quite touching it. Malcolm savored the anticipation, savored her trembling with anticipation. Her eyes were closed now and Malcolm watched her back arch, her body silently begging him to touch her nipples.
When his thumbs finally slid over the tips, she gasped. Ella’s hands had been pressed against the wall during the moments leading up to this, but when his thumbs teased her nipples, she grabbed his wrists. For a moment, he thought she might try to pull his hands away. It wouldn’t work, he thought as the desire intensified. Instead, her hands held onto his wrists, guiding his hands, showing him what she wanted him to do. It was so hot, watching her guide his hands. He couldn’t wait for her to show him what else she liked!
Ella couldn’t take the torture any longer! She whimpered and started to pull his hands away, but he pinched her nipples, ever so slightly, and the desire was like a lightning bolt that shot straight from her nipples to her core. “Malcolm!” she groaned. Then her hands moved from his wrists, fighting the stupid buttons on his tuxedo shirt. If she had a pair of scissors, she would have simply cut the shirt off. In the end, her fingers couldn’t work fast enough for either of them. Malcolm pushed the tuxedo jacket off his shoulders and tossed it onto the kitchen countertop, then went to work on the obnoxiously small buttons on his tuxedo.
Ella didn’t wait for the shirt to come off. As soon as skin was revealed, her fingers moved against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the roughness of his chest hair with a tempting line going from the center of his chest straight down…only to be lost behind his slacks.
“Take them off!” she demanded, fumbling with the button of his slacks.
“I’ll do it,” he growled right back, moving her hands away and putting them back on his chest. “Touch me, Ella!”
She did! And he made sexy, grunting noises as her hands slid over the broad expanse of his chest. He was amazing! Every part of him was rock hard, covered with muscles that ridged his arms, shoulders, and stomach. Malcolm was definitely no aristocrat slouch. He worked out hard and his efforts were…beautiful!
Ella could barely breathe as she watched him toss his slacks on top of his tuxedo jacket, then pushed his boxer briefs off as well. She had no idea when he’d discarded his shoes and socks, nor did she care. When he stood up, the man was gloriously naked.
“Bedroom!” he snapped, and picked her up.
Ella gasped when she felt his erection pressing against her core as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “There,” she said, tilting her head towards the only door in the apartment.
He carried her through the door to her bedroom, carefully lowered her down onto the bed, and stretched out beside her. He only pulled back enough to slide her panties off, dropping them on the floor before moving back between her legs, tossing several condoms onto the comforter beside them. Ella was vaguely aware and relieved that he had remembered protection, although she kept a box of condoms in her bedside drawer. They’d been there for a long time, and she didn’t have the brain capacity to wonder if they were expired by this point.
Especially with Malcolm looking at her like that. She was completely naked, wearing only a pair of black pumps. “These stay,” he decided as he slid his hand from her ankle to her outer thigh, pressing her legs wider as he moved between her legs.
She thought he’d go for her breasts again. Ella wanted him to touch her breasts. Her nipples ached to feel him touch her with his mouth, his fingers…anything at all! But his mouth moved against her neck, discovering spots she hadn’t realized existed. With each discovery, she writhed against him, feeling his erection