“Désirée, what are you cooking that smells so good?” His deep voice erases the fear and replaces it with desire.
“Nothing much, just something I threw together,” I say as I slowly walk out of the kitchen. I didn’t have any makeup or anything like that, but I made sure to do my hair extra nice, taking my time to blow dry it.
His eyes go wide when he gets his first look at me. Then his jaw clenches, and his eyes go dark with what I think is desire. I guess I won’t know for sure until the night is over if he has the same amount of desire as I do.
“I hope you’re hungry.” I walk over to him and help him take his jacket off. He doesn’t say a word, but I can see his body is stiff with tension.
Once I take his jacket and hang it up, I walk over to the kitchen and make him a plate. I’ve made a nice roast with carrots along with some scalloped potatoes. I come back to the table to see him still standing in the same place I left him. He’s not going to make this easy, I can tell already.
“Malcolm, are you not going to eat with me?”
“Mmhmm.” He sits down at the head of the table like he always does, and I go back to the kitchen to get my plate and the bottle opener for the wine. Instead of sitting at the opposite end of the table, I sit in the chair closest to him.
I let him open the bottle, and I pour some for the both of us. I lift my glass and wait for him to raise his so I can give a cheer, “To happiness and doing what feels right.” I tap his glass before I bring my glass to my lips and take a sip.
“Mon trésor, what are you doing?” He put his glass down and pushes back from the table slightly.
“I’m not doing anything,” I say, giving my best clueless voice.
“Fine,” he grumbles out before he turns to his plate and starts to eat.
I watch from the corner of my eye as his body relaxes. He’s enjoying the food. I barely can tell what it tastes like. I’m so nervous. Just as he gets about halfway done, I softly pull the tie on the robe free, and one shoulder slides down, showing him that I’m only wearing my bra under the robe.
“Shit,” he groans and quickly drops his fork, splattering his face with some of the sauce from the pot roast.
“Something wrong?” I ask, shrugging the other side of my robe off.
“Yes, shit, fuck yes. You’re driving me out of my mind.” His hands fist on the table, but he doesn’t make a move to touch me.
“What do you think you’ve been doing to me. Every time you touch me or kiss me. You think you don’t have the same effect on me?” I stand from my chair, letting my robe fall off completely, showing him my body. “Malcolm, I need you, to be honest. Will you do that for me?”
His eyes dart over my body before he turns in his chair, so he’s facing me. I only take a little peek, but I see he’s hard and straining against his pants. “Of course,mon trésor.”
“Do you want me? Not just to protect or see happy.” It’s the moment of truth.
He stands up, and his hands snake around my bare waist. “You don’t have to do this. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
I pull myself tight against his body, “Does it feel like you’re forcing me? I want you so bad it hurts, Malcolm. Every time you walk away, it guts me. You’re the only man I want to be with, the only man I would willingly give myself to, and it’s like I’m not good enough.”
“No, you’re wrong. You’re so fucking wrong. I just want you to be sure. I’ll wait. I can wait.” He nods, but he’s moving in closer to me like all he’s waiting for is me to give the go-ahead.
“I’m sure, Malcolm. I need you.” I pull him closer until my lips are barely touching his, “Please, Malcolm.”
A deep growl and the sudden feeling of weightlessness is the only indication I have that we’re moving.
I squeal and laugh in delight as Malcolm rushes us to the bedroom. He drops me on the bed and peels out of his clothing so fast I don’t have the chance to take him in like I want to.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this,” he says as he crawls up on the bed with me. He kisses me deep and hard. My hands roam over his back, and I rock my core against his hard cock, causing him to groan and press harder against me.
“So do I.” I’m panting with need.
His hand slips into my panties and softly pushes one finger deep inside my folds. My back bows off the bed instantly, and I press down against his hand, trying to get him deeper.
“Yes, that’s what I want to see. Show me how much you love it.” He orders at my ear as his finger pumps in and out of me, steadily picking up speed. When he presses the heel of his hand against my clit and grinds it with each pump of his finger, I see stars. It feels so good.
“Oh God, Malcolm.” My abdomen clenches up tight as I feel the beginning of one of the hardest orgasms I’ve ever felt thunders through my body.
My walls pulse hard on Malcolm’s hand, and I feel him nipping at my neck. He pulls his finger out, and just when I think he’s finished, he slides two thick fingers inside of me. I cry out, and his eyes jerk up to my face.