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Author's Chapter Notes:

Round two. Bow chicka wowowwww. 

Joking, this is not a porn. I repeat, this is not a porn.

Much. :)

Chapter 66

I took our towels off the heated racks and placed them over the top of the shower recess. I gave Malania a moment to herself as I got the shower ready for us.

I was a bit disappointed that she didn’t come; I felt bad—like I’d failed in making her feel what I experienced. I stepped in the shower and let the water wash over my face. I grabbed the showerhead and rinsed myself off.

I heard the door open and Malania came in after me. I wondered if her inhibitions had returned after we’d made love. I decided not to confront her by turning around while she was fully naked. I heard the shower door open after a few moments and felt her presence right behind me.

“Hi…” she greeted me, wrapping her arms around me from behind. I rested my arms on hers and laced my fingers with hers.

“Hi yourself,” I replied, reaching up and moving the showerhead so that it wasn’t spraying directly in my face. I turned around to face her and held her.

She was so beautiful and her cheeks were still glowing from her earlier activities. I didn’t entirely believe that she was okay. Afterwards, she didn’t say a lot which brought to light my own set of insecurities.

“Sweetheart, was that okay in there?” I asked her. She rested her cheek on my chest. I felt her draw in a deep breath. “I kinda feel like you got quiet.”

“Everything was fine,” she replied, looking up at me with a reassuring smile. I knew she was telling the truth. “But I guess this has been a really big night for me—I’m just being a little introspective, maybe.”

Malania often had a habit of disappearing within herself. She got quiet, she became thoughtful and she generally didn’t want to talk about it how she felt. I respected that, but it was easy for me to sometimes feel like she was upset with me.

“Okay—you know if you want to talk about it, we can.”

She gave me a smile. She looked a little tired. It was well after midnight and I wasn’t really tired, myself. I took her face in my hands and kissed her under the light spray of the shower.

“Maybe we’ll talk about it later, right now I just want to enjoy hanging out with you.”

That sounded good to me.

She looked in to my eyes and smiled. “You look pretty hot with your hair all wet and curly like that…” her voice trailed off as she reached up to run her fingers through it.

I couldn’t help but to laugh. “I’m going to have a case of bed head when we get up in the morning,” I informed her. “It’ll be crazy.”

“That’s okay… I just think you are so fucking gorgeous,”

I laughed again – still, after all these months, her curses shocked me a little bit. Especially when she was using them in a positive context. “Oh Mal, you have a way with words. Your compliments certainly pack a punch.”

I felt a little better knowing that she was still smiling despite being a little quiet. She didn’t seem adversely affected by our experience together which was probably my biggest fear.

“So how do you feel?” I asked, playing with her hair, “how would you rate your experience?”

“What,” she asked, “do you want like a score out of ten?”

I shrugged, “I just want to know that you enjoyed yourself and you aren’t scared off by my Frankenstein penis.”

Both of us cracked up. I still couldn’t get past her telling me that I had a Frankenstein penis. It was still incredibly amusing to me.

“No Michael, I wasn’t scared off. I am glad that we had sex. I enjoyed myself and I know it will get easier for me each time we do it…”

I kissed her forehead. If I’d made her come, I was sure that she would have been more enthusiastic about enjoying it. I didn’t entirely believe she was able to enjoy her first time with me. I knew she didn’t hate it, she told me how good she felt, and she had turned to putty beneath my hands – but she would have enjoyed herself even more if she was able to orgasm too.

She drew in a deep breath. “Can you hand me the shampoo?” she asked me, pointing to the little bottle that was sitting in a small caddy.

I turned behind me and grabbed it for her and opened it, squeezing some in her hands. I took a step back, giving her some room as I let go of her and rinsed my own face back under the stream of water.

I closed my eyes and let the water run down my and down my chest.

When I opened my eyes, Malania was staring at me, lathering her hair up with a cheeky smile on her face.

“What are you smiling at?” I asked.

“Nothing, I was just admiring you…” she remarked.

I laughed a little bashfully. I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair. “Lemme help…”

I slowly massaged the soap in to her scalp. I could tell she instantly enjoyed it; goose bumps surfaced upon the skin of her arms and shoulders. She gave a little shiver. I watched the suds trickle down her neck and upon her collarbones, down between the valley of her breasts.

I couldn’t help myself; I smoothed the suds over her skin, lathering up her shoulders. Her eyes fell shut. I brought her close to me under the spray of the shower, smoothing the soap from her hair, letting my fingertips take through her soft, wet hair, down her back.

“That feels nice…” she smiled, avoiding getting water in her eyes.

I felt an ache in my crotch, knowing that her responsive body was turning me on.

“Yeah?” I pressed. I let my hands fall on to her backside, giving her flesh a little squeeze, drawing her hips against mine.

“Yeah…” her voice trailed off. She opened her eyes, surprised by my sudden bout of boldness.

She grinned at me, “Michael,” she giggled, “you really are an ass man, aren’t you?”

“I am…” I told her, grabbing her again, this time a little more gentle. “I mean, I’m a, ‘everything-about-you’, type man, but you have a great ass, I can’t even lie.”

“Just shut up and kiss me…” she said in a playful voice, but I knew she was serious. I did as she asked, obliging her a kiss.

I felt her hands all over me too, caressing my back, my wet hair, my ass. My penis was getting hard and I wasn’t even trying to be discreet about it. My tongue filled her mouth and danced along with hers, slow at first but it picked up pace with passion and urgency that was clearly not just one-sided.

Malania had me pressed against the wall. I could feel her small hands snaking their way down my pecs, down my stomach and reaching between my legs and cupping me. I gasped with surprised, breaking off the kiss momentarily.

“Mal…” I hissed, “fuck…”

“Yeah?” she teased me right back, “does that feel good?” she asked as she stroked my shaft. I loved her initiative and that she obviously felt comfortable with me now.

“Yes…” I took her hand, guiding her, showing her how I liked it. I knew she was still a little unsure of herself, “that feels so good…” I murmured, leaning my head against the stark, white tiles.

Before I became too worked up, I grabbed her wrist. “Stop, stop, stop—“ I halted her, “you made me come before.” I spoke frankly in to her ear between kisses; letting my words reverberate softly on her skin, “it’s your turn to come.”

There was a part of her that protested briefly, but she yielded herself to my touch.

I kissed my way down to her breasts, taking one of them in to my mouth. Her pink nipple hardened under my tongue. She buried her fingers in my hair as she gave a soft moan. I encircled an arm around her waist, supporting her weight as I noticed her knees weakened slightly.

She reached up and pushed the spray of the water in another direction. I was happy for that, I felt a little drowned and I knew water and sex were sometimes a problematic duo.

I badly wanted to be inside of her. I just wanted to make her come. I slipped my fingers inside of her and waited for a reaction that would make her body react in a way that she probably wouldn’t have been ready for. I watched her neck drop back and a moan escaped her throat. She hadn’t really been anticipating me to make such a bold move so quickly.

“Oh shit…” she muttered.

It only took a few seconds for her to become wet. I moved in and out of her slowly at first, watching her shiver and writhe around. She cursed and moaned with pleasure.

She looked so fucking hot.

“Faster…” she urged me. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I pushed further inside of her and felt her back arch as I pressed lightly on her clitoris, brushing against it as I deepened my fingers within her.

I wanted her. My penis was rock hard again. She sluggishly tried to grab for me, but I wasn’t interested in that just yet. I grabbed her hand away. “No,” I told her assertively, “let’s just worry about you right now,” I told her.

She gave up and encircled her arms around my neck, allowing me to support some of her weight. “Let’s get out of the shower…” she panted, “I want you…” she didn’t really strike me as confident enough to tell me explicitly what she wanted, but it was sure implied.

“You want what?” I teased.

“Michael…” she stammered impatiently, “don’t.”

I obnoxiously paused my fingers inside of her. “Don’t what? Don’t do this?” I asked as I rubbed her clit more directly in a circular motion. She moaned loudly as her legs threatened to buckle.

“Don’t…” she started again, “don’t fucking tease me like that… I want you in me…”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I cupped her ass in my hands and hoisted her up, my penis causing a brief discomfort between us. I pressed her against the tiles and guided my dick inside of her.

She gasped in both shock and pleasure, I wasn’t sure if it was entirely comfortable for her. With one arm around her, I turned the faucet off as she kissed me hungrily. I planned on transporting our little party back to the bed, but I felt her tightening around me and wondered if either of us would last that long.

Once out of the shower, we made it as far as the bathroom vanity. I felt her teeth sink gently in to my earlobe. My ears were by far a very sensitive area of my body. Her little kisses behind my ear and around it, always drove me crazy. Hearing her moans reverberate against it almost sent me over the edge.

With her ass on the edge of the vanity, I slid my penis in and out of her slowly, allowing her to get used to me again, not wanting to hurt her. She supported her own weight, leaning back on her hands behind her. I lifted her leg, allowing myself better access to her, enjoying the view of her breasts bare free before me, waiting to be touched.

“Is that okay?” I asked her, picking up speed a little.

“Y-ye-yes…” she nodded, her eyes clamped shut, her hips bucking forward to meet my short, deep thrusts.

“You look so fucking hot, Mal…” I told her. I grabbed gently at a mound of flesh, thumbing at her nipple.

“Go faster, deeper…” she told me. I liked it when she guided me too, so I knew she was enjoying it. I didn’t want her to just take it anyway I decided to give it to her.

My thrusts became deeper, plunging fully inside of her. I grabbed her thighs, pulling her almost completely off of the edge of the vanity. I moved in and out her faster and deeper than in our last round.

I glanced up at her, making sure she still looked comfortable. She was biting her bright pink lips; her face lacked inhibition and she had thrown caution to the wind with any insecurity that may have encumbered her earlier. She couldn’t have been anymore naked with me, neither physically nor emotionally.

I could feel her getting close to orgasm as her walls tightened around me and her body began to tense up. I could feel her becoming self aware, trying to stop herself from riding it out.

“Relax!” I told her quickly, thrusting again, slipping the pad of my fingertip over her clit. “Go for it, Mal…”

She took a deep breath. I thought the urge for her was gone, but I kept going, moving in and out of her until I felt the tension ripple through her. She grabbed for me with one of her arms, hooking it around me, bringing me closer as I felt my own orgasm building up.

She dug her nails in to my skin, grabbing at anything that she could, trying to draw me closer as she moaned my name. I massaged her clit again for a moment until I was satisfied she had reached her release.

The tension of her around my penis as I plunged in to her, exploding inside of her almost made me pass out. My dick spasmed uncontrollably; filling her up with my warmth. She wrapped her legs around me breathlessly. I rested two hands on the vanity on either side of her, supporting my weight since my legs felt suddenly weak.

“Shit…” I panted, shaking my head, “shit that was amazing…”

She didn’t say anything; she chuckled shyly and put her arms around me. I drew her in and cuddled her for a moment, feeling her beaded nipples pressing against my bare chest as our heart beats calmed down.

I ran my fingers through her hair absently and stared at my reflection in the mirror behind her that I had somehow failed to notice the entire time. “You okay?” I asked.

“Yes…” she nodded.

I created some distance between us. “You sure?” I asked, lifting her chin with my pointer.

She nodded and smiled at me; a giddy, besotted, adoring smile. It made me feel like a hero in her eyes. “Yeah, I’m more than sure…”

I felt good. “Guess we should have another rinse off, right?”

She laughed. “Guess so…”

There was a short trail of water that we’d created on the way to the bathroom vanity. I almost laughed thinking of how easy it would have been for me to slip while carrying both of our weights.

 Jacko breaks legs in sex-frenzy with wacko girlfriend.

I made a mental note to share my thought with Malania after our post-sex affections had waned.

This time I let Malania wash her hair properly and I washed mine. We cuddled in the shower briefly, but mostly we were about business. I got out first and handed her a towel and got her robe sorted and left it on the back of the bathroom door.

I left her to her own devices and had a glass of wine while I waited. It was almost three o’clock in the morning but it was nothing for us to stay up this late usually.

I was surprised by how confident I felt around her in my own skin. Even with Diane, she could never seem to make me feel brazen enough to walk around naked for too long, but having Malania stare at me as I walked from room to room in absolutely nothing didn’t phase me at all.

She looked at me with complete adoration. Her eyes fell over me as someone who was completely drinking me in, rather than silently judging.

She had a pair of neon green bikini briefs on. And brief they were. She probably wasn’t going for sexy, but they were a touch on the lacy side and when she wore them without a top, she definitely achieved sexy.

I watched her take one of my white v-necks from my bag and slip it on over her head.

“Aww,” I pouted, “I thought I was going to get to sleep next to you semi naked.”

She flashed me a cheeky grin. “Well, I’m not sleeping just yet, am I?”

“Good point. Though, I’m almost ready to sleep.”

I adjusted the air conditioner and watched her make the bed up again after we’d made a mess of it earlier. “Me too…” she yawned. “Plus, I feel like I’ve used muscles just now that I haven’t used since I used to do track in school.”

I laughed. “I doubt you used all of those muscles running,” I joked.

She laughed with me as I turned off the lights and left our bedside ones on.

She slipped beneath the covers and I followed suit. I got comfortable, primping the pillows beneath my head. “I love hotel beds…” I murmured.

“I don’t… I never sleep good,” she replied.

“Stick with me, kid, I always make sure I get the best of the hotel bed situation. On tour, I can’t afford to have a bad night’s sleep.”

She arranged all of her pillows properly and grabbed the hem of my shirt that covered her. She pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She slipped down beneath the covers.

“I love you…” she informed me, leaning over and pressing her lips against mine.

“I love you too, my heart.” I kissed her back. “Tell me, how are you feeling?”

I wanted her to be honest with me rather than giving me a ‘good,’ and ‘okay’ response.

“I’m feeling as though I’m incredibly in love with my boyfriend and I feel blessed that once again, he’s come through for me during another important time in my life.”

“It’s just that you’ve been quiet and I worry when you disappear inside yourself. I can’t read how you’re feeling,” I told her frankly, staring in to her eyes.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed, if I can be honest,” she gave me her best smile but I could see she was trying hard not to become emotional. “I guess, I expected that having sex with you was going to be a lot more traumatic than it was.”

I raised my eyebrow. “How so?”

“I don’t ever want to tell you details of what happened to me, Michael, I don’t need you to know that – but what I will tell you was that you were right; Raia was right… my experience with you was from a place of love and it wasn’t similar at all in any aspect—and I don’t even know what I was expecting-but-“

I saw her eyes covered by a clear film of water. “But in your past you were abused, in this present situation, I was just loving you… that’s why it was entirely different,” I broke in.

She nodded wordlessly, trying to compose herself.

“I kept waiting for it to feel wrong—but it didn’t and I know it won’t.”

I slipped an arm around her. She nestled in to the crook of my shoulder. “No, it won’t… because I absolutely love the shit out of you and that’s the only way I ever want you to feel when you make love with me.”

I felt her body shift beneath me as she laughed. “I love the shit out of you too, Mike…”

I took her hand and entwined our fingers. “And all that aside, the sex was good?” I wanted to know.

“Oh yes,” she answered, nodding her head and laughing, “you know how to deliver a good show, Michael, let’s put it that way.”

I laughed, “Well that’s comforting to hear. I was almost a bit scared to ask cos you didn’t say much earlier.”

“Honestly, I’m glad we did it twice.”

“I’ll bet you are,” I teased her, nudging her, “you seemed to come pretty hard yourself the second time.”

She let go of my hand and covered her face with hers with embarrassment. I chuckled lightly. “Aww, I’m teasing, I’m glad you got to come too.”

“Stoooooppppp!” she slapped me playfully on the chest.

“No, but for real…” I insisted, “we can talk about this stuff… right?”

“I guess…” she murmured, a little bashful.

“Well look, I’m just saying, I’m glad that despite it being your first time and all, that you got something out of it too, that was important to me; that it wasn’t just for the sake of getting through the motions.”

“Thanks Michael…” her voice trailed off. “For everything that you’ve done tonight and for how you’ve managed to make our night incredibly special without being a slimey cheeseball.”

I laughed, “what would have made me slimey and cheese-ball like?”

“I don’t know,” she chuckled, “like, rose petals on the bed and candles or trying to feed me chocolate-coated strawberries or some other gross shit.”

“Lucky I didn’t bust all that out, huh? What you got against strawberries?”

“Nothing, but I’m not an invalid, I can feed myself. I remember Beth telling me her first time was in high school with some jock who did all that stuff; it made me want to throw up, but she was gushing over it…”

“Ahh, this is why I love you. You’re hilarious and call it as you see it. For the record, I wouldn’t have even thought to do anything like that. Diamond bracelets are more my style.”

“Good. Just remember, I don’t want to be fed anything. I can feed myself.”

“Noted.” I smiled, kissing her forehead and feeling so content.

We both fell in to silence for a few moments. I felt my eyes start to grow heavy. I knew hers were already shut.

I felt her chest rising as she let out a big, silent yawn. “I think I’m falling asleep…” she murmured softly. “Goodnight baby.”

“Mmm, me too. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

She lifted her head, tilting her chin to look at me. I pecked her lips briefly. She snuggled back in to the crook of my arm. I reached over and turned off the lamp above our head.

I let my eyes fall shut.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, a pang of panic hit me.

I was irresponsible and stupid. I hadn’t worn a condom for years, nor had I worn one earlier.

Diane and I were taken care of; I wouldn’t have been unhappy to have a child with her. I would have been happy with a baby with Malania too, but not with both of our current states.

I wondered if I should wake her up and alert her to my immediate thoughts.

I felt like it was a little glib to ignore the faux pas we had just made, but I decided not to wake her up and worry her. It had to be discussed, but perhaps it could have waited for morning.

I would have welcomed a child at any point of my life, but with everything so up in the air, it wasn’t really a good idea. The timing was off – and we were bot still dealing with our own personal issues. I didn’t want to be an absent father.

I was pretty certain that with her being caught up in every other aspect of the evening, she probably didn’t consider protection; but maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was taking birth control, for all I knew it could have been the case.

Troubled, I stared at the ceiling, thinking of all the ramifications that sex without protection could cause us.

I wasn’t concerned with STIs; I knew where I’d been and I knew where she’d been, but even if I wanted to be a Dad, I could never expect that she would be ready to be anyone’s mother.

I resolved that I would bring it up in the morning. If necessary, I would organise for Carsen to get us something from the pharmacist.

 

But now, suddenly I felt wide, wide awake.

Chapter End Notes:

So, where should this head? And no, she's not giving him head.

Yet. 

Nor is she going to pop out a screaming, unrelenting child in the middle of Michael's trial. 

Yet. 

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