GWEN
I fight hard to catch my breath, noticing Malcolm does too. He doesn't look any better than I do, with his hair in disarray from when I'd run my hands through it, pupils blown, mouth slack.
"Oh, my God," I breathe, pleasure clouding my senses. "That was... Amazing." Understatement. It'd felt like the world had tilted right off its axis and only the burst of lights behind my eyelids existed. "This is what I've been missing out on."
His arms are tight around me, and I'm too drugged with pleasure to care how I look sprawled all over his lap. He raises a brow, voice dry, "Have you never had an orgasm?"
My cheeks heat. I shrug unaffectedly, or at least try to. "Yeah. It's no b--"
His nostrils flare. Before I can register what he's doing, he pushes a hand between my legs. He thrusts a finger into me and my eyes widen. When it goes in deeper, a shuddering breath leaves me and I grow surprised when I feel desire reheating my body.
Beneath my fingers tightening around his sweater, his shoulders tense. "You're a virgin," he growls, a primitive light infiltrating his eyes.
I make an incoherent reply. A gasp leaves me when he fists my hair. His mouth meets mine in a clash of hunger and possessiveness. The hand between my legs withdraws to grip my waist. It is sure to leave a bruise, but I don't mind.