Page 81 of Sinner's Malice
Pressing me against him, he used his hands to grip my hips, allowing me to ride him with increasing intensity, until another powerful orgasm consumed me, my body twisting and turning in ecstasy. While desperately trying to fill my lungs with air and feeling trapped against his chest, I realized even though I had experienced multiple orgasms, he hadn’t cum.
“Malice?”
Without even giving me a chance to ask my question, he swiftly flipped me onto my stomach, not bothering to withdraw first, positioning himself on top of me. I tried to rise onto my elbows, but his hand firmly pressed between my shoulder blades, effectively preventing me from getting up, even after he had already pulled me up onto my knees. The gentle friction of the sheets against my sensitive nipples added to the intense pleasure I was feeling, while my raised buttocks allowed him to enter me with powerful and satisfying thrusts.
There was no doubt that he was fully awake at that moment, displaying no signs of fatigue as he skillfully brought me to yet another climax.
My hips were no longer guided by his hands. I matched his thrusts with my own, causing a rush of pleasure to course through my body. A hand snaked around my hips, discovering my sensitive clit and rubbing it with fervor, in a desperate bid to extract another climax from my fatigued form. With each passing moment, I could feel his cock stiffen harder. His touch intensified while his other hand traced a path up my body, electrifying my senses as it reached my sensitive nipples, evoking a pleasurable shiver.
He groaned as I tightened around him. With each movement of rubbing, tweaking, and thrusting, the pleasure intensifieduntil I could no longer hold back. I bucked and climaxed, my own release echoing in the air, while he let out a primal yell, emptying himself deep inside me.
Without warning, he fell down, trapping me underneath him for a brief moment before he moved aside, returning us to our initial spooning position. His cock softened and slipped out and a warm trickle of his cum followed, leaving a damp trail down my thighs onto the mattress.
In silence, I laid there, my breathing labored, while the morning sunshine filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the disheveled sheets and my glistening, sweaty skin.
Allowing myself to fully immerse in the powerful sensation of his presence, I reveled in the delightful feeling and encountered a profound sense of gratification that ultimately left me pleasantly drowsy as he unexpectedly shifted positions and gracefully extracted himself from the twisted covers. It was chilly again, without the heat from his body cocooning mine.
I shifted my position and gazed at him as he rummaged around for a pair of boxers, marveling at the way his muscles flexed and rippled just beneath the surface of his skin. After a thorough search, he eventually found his boxers and hurriedly put them on, effectively concealing his alluring penis that was already becoming slightly erect once more.
With a puzzled expression on my face, I glanced upwards and was met with a heartwarming smile from him, followed by a tender kiss on my forehead. “Don’t move.”
With a nod, I closed my eyes and took shelter under the sheet, hoping to warm up. With the comforting sounds of his puttering filling the penthouse, I allowed myself to fully unwind and embrace the peaceful ambiance, feeling content and completely relaxed.
Sometime later, I felt the bed shift when he leaned over me, planting gentle kisses between my shoulder blades. My eyeswidened as I rolled over and saw the breakfast he had brought back. The sight of two cups of caramel dipping sauce, a bowl of meticulously sliced apples, and a large glass of apple juice, its chilled surface moist with condensation, made my mouth water.
“You really like apples, don’t you?”
“They remind me of you.”
“They do?”
“The forbidden fruit.”
When I frowned, he added, “Every time I wanted you, I would eat an apple.”
Leaning up on the bed, I looked at him and glared. “You mean to tell me the reason I had to bulk order apples was because you were horny?”
Malice nodded as a slow smile appeared on his face.
It was then I noticed he had lost his boxers. With a mysteriously devious smile, he dragged the sheet down, baring my naked body to his gaze. With a mischievous grin on his face, he grabbed the bottle of apple juice and deliberately poured a small amount into my belly button, causing me to squirm. The condensation on the glass slowly made its way down, tracing a path along my chest, and I could feel my nipples becoming more sensitive.
“Don’t move.”
The realization hit me all at once, causing me to comprehend the source of his smile. With his head lowered, he indulged in the juice from my belly button, his warm tongue providing a delightful contrast to the cold liquid.
As the sensation intensified, my nipples hardened, and I could feel the dampness increasing between my thighs. He opened the caramel sauce, and a delicious aroma filled the room. He couldn’t resist smearing a generous amount over my breasts, delighting in the feel of the smooth, sticky sauce. Leaning over, he indulged in the savory, creamy sweetnesswith each deliberate stroke of his tongue. With each passing moment, the need for him intensified, causing my hips to buck uncontrollably. He leisurely traced his lips and tongue along my sensitive nipples. He playfully nibbled on the sweet sauce, causing it to become velvety and slippery.
Drenched, my juices pooled beneath me, leaving me feeling sticky and uncomfortable. Moving down even further, he spread the last of the sticky caramel sauce onto my lower belly and exposed mound. Employing the same exquisitely slow movements as previously, he painstakingly cleaned my skin, ensuring that not a single trace of the sweet treat remained.
Moving down further, my legs unconsciously spread to create space for him to lie between them. This time, he picked up an apple slice, savoring its sweet aroma and relishing the satisfying crunch when he took a bite. As he reached between my legs, I shivered at the touch of the cold fruit gliding against my moist folds, causing me to gasp and instinctively move my hips. He raised the apple slice to his lips and licked it clean before finally taking a satisfying bite.
“Don’t move.”
With a deliberate motion, he ran the apple slice along my slit, capturing the rich juice and bringing it to his mouth. His torment persisted as he leisurely devoured one apple slice after another, my cream magically replenishing each time.
“Now I’m going to show you how I really eat my sweet apple.”
Gulping, I nodded.