Page 29 of The Holy Grail

Worth the wait

Up in Malcom’s bedroom, his hands were shaking a little as he and Jules helped each other off with their clothes. Even though he’d already gone down on her, and she’d returned the favor with a stellar blow job in his closet (a space which now made him smile every time he entered it), this was sex.

The championship game. The gold medal event.

The big Kahuna.

What if his performance sucked? What if he turned out to be Sonny Liston in the boxing ring, instead of Muhammad Ali? Joe Frazier instead of George Foreman?

His heart started to race, and not in a good way.

He tried to dial down his rising anxiety, because it would only make things worse, but it was proving to be difficult. She was a stunningly beautiful woman with more sexual experience than he had, and with likely better lovers than him—excluding the drummer—and Malcom didn’t want to disappoint.

Plus, he hadn’t jerked off in at least three days, so this could potentially very well end in disaster. Why hadn’t he taken the time to jerk off before she came over tonight? Why?

Forcing himself to ignore his negative thoughts, he turned his focus on removing the last of Jules’ clothes, and when she was standing in front of him, completely naked, he felt most of his anxiety drain away.

Without a stitch on, she actually looked a little taller than 5’9”, her legs long and lean.

She was sort of built like a tall gymnast, with slightly wide shoulders and small, high breasts.

He knew most men preferred large breasts, which was perfectly fine—to each his own and all that—but he was partial to the small ones, especially when they were topped with generous, light pink nipples that were currently diamond-hard and begging to be played with and sucked on.

She wasn’t covered in freckles, but she did have a liberal amount of them, and Malcom found himself liking how they decorated her pale skin very much. To him, Jules was a treasure trove, down to the trimmed auburn triangle between her legs.

He pulled her in so he could take her face in his hands. “God, you’re fine,” he whispered against her lips.

“So, are you,” she said.

They kissed for long moments, until the feel of her warm, soft skin pressed against his had him pulling her down onto the bed, where he proceeded to get acquainted with her breasts.

As he braced himself partly above her, he gently squeezed and massaged one with his free hand, and lavished attention on the other with his mouth and tongue, while her fingers sank into his hair.

Sucking, licking, and occasionally using his teeth to latch onto her nipple, Malcom was thoroughly focused, and might have gone on forever, had Jules not released a long moan and whispered, “I need you inside me.”

He looked up at her, swallowing hard when he saw the hungry expression on her face. Only one other person had ever looked at him that way, and it hadn’t been his wife.

“I need that, too.”

Her expression went from hungry to anticipatory and eager, then with a hint of a smirk, she asked, “So, how are we doing this?”

“I have to be able to see your face the first time,” he told her. “So, maybe you on top, so I can—”

“Absolutely,” she quickly agreed. When he seemed taken aback at her enthusiasm, she explained, “I usually come really hard when I’m on top.”

Knowing she wasn’t one to lie or even sugarcoat things, he figured that nugget was the truth, and he smiled. “Sounds good.”

“Condoms?” she asked.

“They’re in the nightstand drawer,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the nightstand on her left.

After sort of rolling out from underneath him, she stretched an arm over to open the drawer, and pulled out a box of condoms while he admired her bare ass. “Brand new box,” she said, waving it in the air .

As she straddled him, he took it from her and began looking it over, only to realize he needed his reading glasses, which were downstairs.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Trying to check and see if there’s an expiration date, but I need my glasses, so you’ll have to check,” he said, handing her the box.

“Expiration date?” Her eyebrows rose. “Exactly how long have you had them?”

“Six months? Maybe longer.”

“Your mom told me you were seeing someone not too long ago.”

“You didn’t just bring up my mom, did you?”

“I’m just trying to get clarity.”

He sighed. “Yes, I was seeing someone not too long ago, but I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Why not?”

“Is now really the time for this conversation? You know, while we’re naked, and you’re about to put a condom on me, that hopefully hasn’t expired?”

“It can be a really short conversation.”

“Fine. I didn’t sleep with her because I didn’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“What happened to this being a short conversation?” At her unblinking stare, he sighed again before replying, “Because I didn’t like her enough to sleep with, that’s why.”

“Okay.”

When she continued to just look down at him, he asked, “What?”

“I’m just wondering if you cooked for her? Because sex is one thing, but cooking is something altogether different.”

He almost laughed at that. “No, I didn’t cook for her. Feel better?”

“Yes, I do.”

She started to bend down and press her lips to his, but he held her off, just enough to say, “Hold on. I think I should get some clarity, too.”

“It’s been almost that long for me, too,” she told him. “And the only person I ever cook for is Paige.”

“Are you sure? You haven’t made waffles for anyone in the morning?”

“That would require someone to actually be around for breakfast.”

That statement told him a lot, and with a smile he motioned toward the box in her hand .

“Oh, right.” She quickly looked over the box and found the condoms to be nowhere near the expiration date, so she said, “We’re golden.”

After busting open the box and pulling one out, she quickly tore the square packet, and wasted no time rolling the condom down his length.

With the moment now upon him, his anxiety came flooding back. “Oh, God, I actually feel a little … nervous,” he blurted out.

“Why?”

“Because you probably have a lot of expectations—”

“Of course I do. And we’re going to make them become reality.”

With that, Jules situated herself on top of him and took him in hand, angling his cock so that she could sink down on him. She went slowly, to savor this first time, and when he was fully inside her, she opened her eyes to see Malcom staring at her.

She’d had many lovers and was no stranger to being naked with a man, but there was something about the way he looked at her, that made her feel like she was being seen for the first time, with emotional desire as well as sexual desire.

Like she had value .

This wasn’t just about mutual pleasure and getting off, it was about taking the next step, and for a second, she faltered, because she’d never had sex with real emotions involved.

He blinked at the subtle shift in her demeanor. “What is it?”

“I was just thinking you really see me … and how much I like that.”

“Everyone sees you,” he countered softly. “The minute you walk into a room, you’re seen.”

“I don’t mean like that. That’s superficial.”

She began moving slowly, enjoying the feeling of being filled by a man, and after a few moments, she leaned forward, supporting herself by planting her hands on his chest. This new angle gave Jules better grinding motion, and she began to rub her clit against his trimmed pubic hair, releasing a sigh of pleasure at the friction.

Since she seemed more than happy being ‘in charge’, Malcom let her set the pace and simply enjoyed the ride, while his hands trailed up and down her body, finally settling on her breasts.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of them, and at one point thought he was being a little rough as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, when she groaned loudly.

He gentled his pressure, only to have her tell him, “No, that was perfect. ”

They got into a nice rhythm, but unfortunately he knew he wasn’t going to last very much longer, and as he tried not to think about how disappointing that was probably going to be to her, Jules shocked him by announcing her imminent orgasm.

He almost didn’t believe his ears. She was going to come before he was? That had never happened to him, ever.

Head tilting down, her hair falling forward in a thick, red curtain to partially obscure her face, Jules started to speed up, and as she reached her orgasm and tightened around him, it triggered his own.

He finished a little before she did, so he got to really enjoy watching her grind on him through a few aftershocks, before finally stopping and coming to rest on his chest with a huge, satisfied sigh.

She made no move to break their connection, and he really liked that.

Gently, he smoothed her hair back. “This was worth the wait,” he said, meaning every word.

She nodded her agreement, murmuring, “I really am an idiot for waiting so long. We’re going to have to make up for lost time, that’s for damn sure.”

That sounded like a solid plan to him.