Game Of Bliss

(54)

"Finally," Malachi sighs, closing the door to their hotel room.

"Finally?" Florence questions, as he turns to look at her, a slight playful look on his face as he slowly steps towards her, "finally I get you all to myself. You've been driving me crazy ever since you walked through those doors earlier."

Florence smiles, as he stands in front of her, her hands going to loosen his tie, "and why's that, Mr Welch?"

"It's because you are so extraordinarily fucking gorgeous," Malachi replies, "Mrs Welch."

His hands go to rest on her hips, lifting her up, Florence's legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She looks down at him, admiring his precious smile, his dimples, and the green eyes that were beaming up at her.

"I have looked at you in hundreds of ways, from hundreds of angles, and I'm yet to find one that hasn't made me go weak in the legs," Florence whispers, brushing back a stray strand of his curly hair.

Mal chuckles, "oh, darling, when I'm through with you, your legs won't work," he then places her down on the edge of the bed, "I understand the removing of the garter is a traditional wedding event, I just didn't think it'd be appropriate doing this in front of our family."

Florence watches with excitement as he undoes his tie, before unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt as he lowers himself to the ground in front of her. He lifts her legs onto his shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses up her leg until he was able to take the garter between his teeth, pulling it back down her leg.

There's a look of slight confusion on Florence's face when he removes the garter from his mouth, twisting it so there were two loops before placing it on his wrist, "you like my new bracelet?"

"You're not keeping that on your wrist," Florence laughs, as he places his hands on the bed either side of her waist, standing up, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers, "oh yes I am, love."

Florence's hands trail up his bare torso, connecting around his neck, pulling him on top of her, her legs wrapping around his waist, before turning them over so she was straddling him, his hands tracing her outer thighs beneath her dress.

She reaches for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head, and discarding it to the side. Lifting one of Malachi's hands to her breast, seeing his jaw set in place as his eyes wander over her body, more specifically the lingerie she'd chosen for this evening.

"You don't like it?" Florence asks, and he shakes his head, "no, I like it, I like it a lot."

She knew that was true, she could feel his cock straining in his suit trousers beneath where she sat. Enjoying the throaty groan he releases when she softly grinds herself against his crotch, his hand kneading her breast.

"I'm going to have my way with you, Mr Welch," Florence smiles, gasping in surprise when Mal's hand drops from her breasts, using the central piece of her lingerie which connected her bra to her underwear to pull her up his body, his hands then resting on her hips, as she sits on his chest, winking up at her he grins, "have your way with me then, don't be shy, use me."

"Such dirty words from such a pretty face," Florence says, her thumb caressing his bottom lip.

Malachi smacks her arse, "shut me up then if you're so inclined."

Florence's hand softly caresses his cheek before tracing the lines of his face until she could take a fistful of his hair, lifting herself up before placing herself on his face, his hands moving to rest on her lower back, keeping her steady as he starts flicking his tongue against her clit, his grip tightening when he feels her start to rock against his tongue.

One of her hands was in his hair, the other was behind her, softly stroking his cock beneath his trousers. That hand stills though when she feels herself about to cum, her legs beginning to shake around Malachi's face, moaning out his name.

She falls forwards, lifting herself off his face, feeling Malachi's hands cupping her arse, "I'm not done," he says, pulling her back down onto his face.

"Mal, fuck, fuck, fuck," Florence screams out, breathing heavily, as his tongue continues to lick her out, until soon enough she was cumming on his face again.

Malachi flips them over, standing at the edge of the bed, his hands on her hips, her legs over his shoulders, as he smirks down at her, "this bed is the perfect height," he chuckles, making his point by pulling her against him, their crotches rubbing against each other.

"What do you think, pretty girl?" Mal asks, "you think you can take what I've got planned for you?"

Florence nods, as his hands trail over her legs, undoing his suit trousers, and freeing himself from his undergarments, "good girl."

Florence's breath hitches as he pushes into her excruciatingly slowly, one hand on her right thigh, the other resting on her stomach, "like this?"

She shakes her head, finding it difficult to form sentences.

"What do you want, darling? Use your words," Malachi teases, pulling his hips back before roughly thrusting into her, "how about this?"

He stills himself, chuckling as her head falls back against the bed with a loud moan, her hands gripping the sheets beside her.

"All you've got to do is say the words, Flo, and I'll give you what you want. I'll do anything you want me to, you know I will," Malachi says, stroking her thigh with his thumb.

"Fuck me, Mal," Florence breathes out, "don't hold back, please just fuck me, love."

Malachi smiles, "I can definitely do that."