“Hmm, delicious,” I say, keeping my eyes right on hers. She makes quick work of getting rid of the rest of her clothes.
There’s the broad smile again that I love. “We’re both naked,” she observes.
“You okay with that?”
She runs her hands over my chest, heating me up, making me ache for her to be rougher with me.
“Yes,” she says, pressing her delicate lips over one nipple. Her kisses and touches over my chest and abdomen are somehow ten times more powerful than her mouth on my cock.
“Why me?” she says.
I don't think I’ve heard her correctly. “Why what?”
“Why me? Why did you pick me?”
I touch my thumb to her chin. “I didn’t pick you. We were brought together by a runaway grocery cart.”
She laughs and I drive a deep, searing kiss onto her mouth to let her know that she and I together is not an accident.
“My grocery cart knew what it was doing. It picked the kindest…” I pepper her face with kisses with every attribute I list off. To her forehead, the tip of her nose, to each eyelid, her jawline and finally her lips. “…sweetest, most talented, funniest, sexiest and most beautiful woman in all of aisle seven.”
She snorts and slaps my soft tummy. “Shut up.”
“I mean the whole store.”
Mal tweaks my nipple and I squeak in pain. It’s not very manly. “Did I say store? I meant the whole entire world.”
“Thank you,” she says. “But I’m not. Some people think I’m just an unoriginal fat lady.”
The fire inside me explodes and I grip her face in my hands. “Listen to me. Stop that right now. No woman of mine is going to talk about herself that way and neither is she going to let anyone plant those thoughts in her head. You got that?”
She nods, and just to underline my point, I hoist her up in my arms, and set her down on the bed like a delicate flower.
“Now lie back and let me worship you.”
I speak soft words of praise and adoration while I kiss her face, her lips, her ears, her cheekbones.
I savor her neck, lose myself in the softness of her breasts, marvel at the smoothness of her strong legs, then finally wrap each one around my middle and gently nudge her warm pussy with my cock.
Mal urges me onward. I push in slightly, stretching her as I go.
“You’re so big, you feel so big I don’t know if…,” she trails off with ragged breaths.
“We can stop,” I offer.
She shakes her head no.
I smile. “Kiss me some more and I’ll talk real nice and dirty. It’ll help.”
With a whimper she owns my mouth. Our tongues grapple. Her moans stoke the desire within me.
“Talk to me,” she says.
I reach my hand down and swipe her clit with the pad of my thumb. Her body jerks, her pussy drips. I slide in slightly deeper. “My sweetheart’s pussy wants me, doesn’t it?” I whisper my words close to her neck, and her body shivers.
“Mm-hmm,” she says, her muscles squeezing my shaft.