Perfect Kiss by Lacey Black
Chapter 18
Leni
“You. Are. Brave. You. Are. Bold. You got this,” I whisper, gazing at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I’m wearing the only bikini I own, one I’ve barely worn since I purchased it years ago. It’s a dark pink number with little yellow pineapples on it. The bottoms have a higher waist, which I appreciate to help cover my stretch marks and my ass, but the top leaves little to the imagination. With my girls, they practically spill out of the cups, both on the sides and in front. When you have boobs as big as mine, it’s hard to find off the rack clothes that fit, especially swimsuits.
But this will work just fine.
If anything, I’m not worried about Malcolm’s reaction being bad. How could it be? The man has practically been foaming at the mouth since he picked me up. Even though I still feel that familiar tinge of uncertainty, of fear. Greg used to tell me my boobs and ass were too big all the time, and after a while, it really sticks with you.
But I refuse to think about Greg and his hurtful words.
There’s a gorgeous man somewhere in this house who doesn’t seem to care what my body looks like naked, even though he hasn’t seen it yet. The way he steals glances and constantly wants to touch me is quite telling really, so now’s the time I push the worry aside.
This is me.
This is the body God gave me, and if anyone doesn’t like it, well… “Fuck them,” I mumble, finishing my thought.
A huge smile spreads across my lips as I give myself one last glance. “Ready or not, Malcolm Wright, here I come.”
I walk out of that bathroom with my head held high. The first thing I notice is the small pile of dirty clothes tossed on the floor by his closet. They weren’t there before, and upon closer inspection, I realize they’re the ones he was wearing earlier. That means, he was here and changed into his trunks.
Leaving the room, I head down the hall and stairs, making my way to the sliding door. It’s standing open, an invitation for me to join him. Outside, even though the air is warm, I feel my nipples pucker. From the weather or anticipation, I’m not sure, but something tells me it’s more of the latter than the former.
Party lights are lit inside the small pergola. I follow the small sidewalk to the side of the structure where the opening is. I can hear the sound of the jets, as well as softly playing country music, and as soon as the hot tub comes into view, I find Malcolm sitting in the hot tub, his gorgeous chest on full display.
I stop in my tracks and watch his eyes slowly feast on my body. From head, all the way down to my knees, he drinks me in with dark, lustful eyes, causing me to shiver in anticipation.
“As much as I’m enjoying watching you stand there, you should get in. The water’s perfect,” he says, holding out his hand on the side to help me in.
I step onto the plastic step and into the tub, the hot water lapping at my legs. Malcolm doesn’t release my hand as he guides me to the seat beside him. The water hits below my shoulders, the perfect mixture of hot and jetted. “If I had one of these, I’d be out here nonstop.”
He rests his arm on the tub behind my neck. “Well, you’re welcome to use it anytime you want. Especially if you’re wearing that,” he says, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Hmm, I suppose that can be arranged. Do you come with the hot tub? I’m thinking I can get used to this,” I reply boldly, turning slightly so I can run my hand across his chest. He’s not overly muscular, but there’s plenty of definition. He certainly takes care of his physique.
He holds completely still as I swing a leg over his and straddle his lap. I can feel his erection pressed between us, which only gives me more confidence to do this.
I spread my fingers wide across his shoulders and press my chest against his. Malcolm’s large hands grip my ass, his fingers dancing along the elastic. “This bikini should be illegal in the state of Montana.”
“I rarely wear it.”
“Why?” his voice sounds husky and gravelly.
“Because I’ve never been happy with my body. I hate feeling like I’m on display, or worse that people would wish I’d cover myself up a little.”
He makes a growling noise as he meets my gaze. “That’s bullshit. Your body is fucking amazing. Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off in the shower thinking about it?”
A bubble of laughter spills from my lips. “You’re nuts.”
“I’m serious. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted you. You have the most erotic hourglass figure that women everywhere would die for. Your hips—”
“Are too big,” I interrupt.
“Fuck that,” he insists, shaking his head. “Your hips are so fucking beautiful, and this ass,” he adds, squeezing it with both hands, “all I’ve been able to think about is watching you on all fours, this ass pointed up at me, as I make you come with my mouth and then my dick. And don’t get me started on your breasts, Lenora. Yes, they may be big, but they’re not my favorite feature. Do you want to know what is?”
“Not my ass or my boobs?” I ask sarcastically, even though I’m slightly uncomfortable with this conversation. I’ve never been a fan of feeling like I’m under the microscope.
“While those are two of my favorite features, it’s not in the top spot. It’s your heart,” he says, catching me by complete surprise. He lifts his hand up and traces imaginary lines around the place in my chest where my heart beats wildly. “It’s the way you love your son. The way you teach and nurture him. It’s the way you are with your sister and your friends. It’s the way your entire face lights up when you’re happy, letting me catch little glimpses of the goodness that pours from it. And it’s the way you make me feel when I’m around you. Like I can be me, or maybe even the person I didn’t even know I wanted to be.
“So, yes, while you have amazing physical features, it’s what’s inside I admire the most,” he states, his words raw and full of emotion.
I have to blink a few times to clear away the wetness gathering. After several long seconds of just looking into each other’s eyes, I lean forward and brush my lips across his. The kiss starts slow, as if we’re both savoring the moment and the feel of the other person’s lips, but it quickly starts to heat up.
His hands slide down my outer thighs as I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close. I can feel my nipples pebbling against the material of my bikini top and his erection firmly against my stomach. Even then, I need more.
He leans back and glances down at my cleavage. I pull back just enough so he can see just how hard my nipples are. Malcolm lifts a hand, hesitantly hovering his fingers at the edge of the top, as if asking for permission.
“Are we completely alone back here?”
“No one can see us. The gate’s locked on the side of the house so there’s no way to get back here without coming up from the water or walking through the house. We’re alone.”
I reach around my neck and pull on the tie, letting the two pieces fall loose. Then I grab the clasp at my back and release the closure and feel the bikini top drop into the water.
Malcolm hisses, his eyes riveted on my chest as he brings his hand up and cups the right one. He runs his thumb over the hard nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His mouth descends, latching on to one, then the other. A groan spills from my lips as I arch my back and let him feast on my breasts.
“Hold on,” he whispers, picking me up and spinning me around until I’m seated on the corner of the hot tub. “Trust me?” he asks, holding my gaze with an intensity I’ve never witnessed.
“Yes,” I reply quickly, realizing I do. I trust him. Completely.
He smiles before dropping to his knees on the hard plastic seat inside the tub. He lifts my leg up and sets it on the side and props the other over his shoulder. Pushing my bottoms to the side, he says, “I’ve been dying to do this since I felt you come apart in my arms.”
He lowers his mouth and…oh my.
Heaven.
As amazing as having his fingers touch me earlier in the week was, this, his mouth, is so much better. I should be embarrassed by how quickly I respond, how rapidly he drives me over the edge, but I’m not. I can’t. I’m too overcome by the feel of his hot, wet tongue to care.
Malcolm grips my thighs, holding them in place, as he drives his tongue inside me before sucking hard on my clit. The action sends me soaring, flying over the edge into the glorious abyss of pleasure. I try to keep my mouth shut, still painfully aware that, while we’re alone, we’re still outside. And he has neighbors.
Just as I come down from the high, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. The feel of his tongue against mine has my blood zinging once more. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself against him, reveling in the feel of our bare chests pressed together. My nipples are still hard and sending tingles through my veins as they slide against his body.
“As enjoyable as this relaxation in the hot tub has been, what do you say we move this party inside?” he whispers against my jaw, the bite of his stubble causing goosebumps to pebble my skin.
“I say hurry.”
Suddenly, we’re moving. He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms tightening around his neck. I giggle as he steps out of the tub, not even bothering to dry either one of us off, and hurries to the house. His mouth claims mine as he pushes through the door, the cold air-conditioning causing me to shiver.
“No worries, love. I’ll warm you up.”
He makes sure the door is locked behind him before moving swiftly through the house, trailing water the entire way. Inside his bedroom, he gently lays me down on the bed, his large body covering mine.
“Is this okay?” he asks, running one hand down my arm.
“More than okay.”
His mouth is everywhere. My face, my neck, my chest. Hell, even the way he kisses my shoulders is erotic and drives me crazy with lust.
When he finally pulls back, there’s no denying his desire for me. It’s written all over his face, embedded in his gaze, and most definitely protruding from his swim trunks. He holds my eyes as he hitches his thumbs beneath the waist of my bottoms and slowly tugs them down. They roll as they move, considering their soaking wet, and land with a wet slap somewhere on his floor.
Then, he does the same with his trunks, tugging them down and kicking them off. My legs spread as he reaches into his nightstand and retrieves protection. He has himself sheathed and covers my body in seconds.
As he lines himself up, he holds my gaze and whispers, “Ready?”
I nod, unable to find words. The anticipation is killing me, the need to feel him inside of me even greater.
When he presses inside, I gasp from the stretch and the rightness. Malcolm pauses, giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size before pushing forward a little more. He takes me in his arms and kisses me, my body completely relaxing beneath him. That’s when he finally starts to move.
I can already feel my body humming, the driving need for another orgasm looming in the shadows. He rocks his hips, hitting me so deeply inside, I don’t even know where he ends, and I begin.
Complete.
That’s what this feels like. I’m finally complete, having found the missing piece I’ve been searching for in this crazy world.
Shaking off those thoughts to not get too ahead of myself, I give in to the pleasure. I cry out, his name on my lips, as I find release once more. This time, he’s right there with me, chasing his own release as he pumps into me and lets go. The sight of him is glorious, the feel of his tight body stuttering and shaking, riding out our releases together is something I’ll never forget. Neither is the way he instantly turns to his side, adjusting me into his body and holding me close.
“Damn,” he mutters, kissing down the side of my neck as he tries to slow his breathing.
“Yeah, wow,” I whisper as my fingers dance along his upper arm and wrap around his neck.
Malcolm kisses me, but this one is different. It’s slow and sensual and brings all of these wild feelings to the forefront of my mind. Feelings for him, ones I can’t seem to escape, even if I tried. I never pictured Malcolm as the romantic type, but he’s proving to be exactly that.
“Wait here,” he finally says, releasing me and rolling out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m not going anywhere. My top is still floating in the hot tub,” I reply with a chuckle.
Malcolm gives me a big, wolfish grin. “Good. I like having you in my bed and knowing you can’t easily run away makes it even better.”
He closes the bathroom door, the scent of him surrounding me. It’s in his pillows and the bedding, and I find myself snuggling deeper into the bed, my eyes drawing closed.
I hear him return and feel the warmth of a washcloth as he runs it along my thighs. My eyes pop open in surprise. He throws the cloth in the hamper and crawls back into bed, shifting me and the light comforter as he goes. I’m instantly wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and his arms as he pulls me against him.
There’s a sigh in complete satisfaction and contentment.
I’m pretty sure it’s from me.
Malcolm kisses my forehead and whispers, “Sleep, love.”
I move my hand and rest it on his chest, feeling the comforting beat of his heart below my palm. Between that and his steady breathing, it’s what lulls me into a deep, peaceful sleep.
