Chapter 74 - seventy four
Chapter Seventy-Four
Malachi’s POV
I woke the moment her fingertips brushed my chest, light as breath, tracing slow, lazy circles around my nipple. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even. Let her think I was still gone. I wanted to feel what she would do when she thought no one watched.
Her hand drifted lower. One soft palm slid over my ribs, then my stomach, following the line of hair that pointed straight to where I was already half-hard from dreams of her. She paused there, fingertips just grazing the base of my cock. I felt her shift on the mattress, the sheet sliding down her body as she moved to straddle my thighs.
A tiny, hungry sound left her throat when she found me fully hard now. She wrapped her fingers around me, testing, stroking once, twice, slow and careful. Her thumb swept over the head, spreading the bead of wetness there. My hips wanted to jerk, but I locked them down.
She leaned forward. I felt her hair spill across my stomach, felt her breath hot against my skin. Then she rose up on her knees. The mattress dipped. She guided me to her entrance, rubbing the head through slick folds (she was soaked again, always soaked for me). One small whimper, and she started to sink down.
Fuck. She was tight and burning hot, even after last night. She took me inch by inch, biting her lip to stay quiet. When I was all the way inside her, she stilled, just breathing, letting her body adjust. I could feel her pulse fluttering around me.
Then she began to move.
Slow at first. Tiny rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against me. Her hands settled on my chest again, using me for balance. Up she lifted, almost all the way off, then down again, taking me deep. Each slide was deliberate, greedy. She found the angle that made her breath hitch and stayed there, rocking, circling, chasing it.
I kept pretending to sleep, but every nerve was on fire. Watching through slitted eyes, I saw her head fall back, hair wild, mouth open. Her tits swayed gently with every roll. She looked lost in it, lost in me.
She sped up a little, thighs trembling. Soft, wet sounds filled the room— her pussy taking me, letting me go, taking me again. She was dripping down my balls, making everything messy and perfect.
I almost broke then. Almost grabbed her hips and fucked up into her until she screamed. But I wanted to see how far she would go on her own.