For prodigalmess - A Meal to Remember

[youngestrose]

 As they stood outside the door to her grandmother's penthouse apartment, Margaery checked Malcolm over one last time. He looked impeccable as always, in a dark blue suit and perfectly shined shoes. The color of the suit complemented his eyes well and she found him so attractive that she'd been tempted to make them fashionably late by pulling him into her apartment and having her way with him when he arrived to pick her up. Alas, that would have to wait until after he'd dazzled her family with his wit and charm.

She was dressed a bit more casually than him, since she wasn't trying to impress anyone that night - a jumpsuit and heels she'd chosen out of her recently remodeled closet. Her turn would come soon, when she'd meet his mother and sister.  She wiped a bit of lipstick from his cheek where she'd kissed him earlier and smiled.

"Are you ready?" 

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[prodigalmess]

"I think so too," he replies, kissing her temple. He's pretty emotionally exhausted after their family brunch as well.

Malcolm looks down at his arm while she rolls up his sleeve. "What are you doing?" he asks with a smile.

[youngestrose]

She doesn't really know what she's doing. That doesn't mean she's going to stop.

"Shh. I'm fiddling." And generally treating him like a life-sized Ken doll. She rolls up the other sleeve, unbuttons the top two buttons, pops the collar up, then changes her mind and puts it back down. Lastly she ruffles her fingers through his hair, making the strands in the front fall over his eyes.

She sits back and takes a good look at what she's done, and smiles. It appears that emotional exhaustion has no dampening effect on her sex drive.

"You have no idea how gorgeous you are."

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm just laughs and shakes his head as she messes with his clothing and hair. If Margaery asks nicely enough, he might let her dress him one day.

"I guess I don't," he replies, reaching up to push his hair out of his face so that he can see her. "Why don't you tell me?"

[youngestrose]

She grins as she reaches down and untucks his shirt. There, now it's perfect. Except for him fixing his hair, of course.

"You are so gorgeous that I struggle to keep my hands off you," she starts softly. She touches his cheek gently, then runs her hand down his neck to where his shirt is still buttoned.

"In fact, it should be a crime for you to even wear clothes."

[prodigalmess]

He gives a short laugh at that. "I think the general populace would disagree with you about that."

Her compliments are sweet though, and Malcolm's blushing just a little as she runs her fingers over his skin. Reaching up, he loosens his tie for her.

[youngestrose]

"Not the female half," she tosses back, tugging on his tie after he's loosened it. There's something about him leaving it on that appeals to her, even as she starts to unbutton his shirt.

"You did such an amazing job putting up with my family that you've earned a reward." He should be intimately familiar with the glint in her eye by now. She shifts off the couch and onto her knees on the floor, moving one of his legs to the side so she can get between them.

[prodigalmess]

As he watches her move down to the floor, Malcolm laughs quietly. "You're too much," he says. "If this is my reward, I might have brunch with them every day."

Malcolm reaches down to play with her hair, pushing it back from her face before curling a piece of it around his finger.

[youngestrose]

"Too much?" she asks with a smirk, stopping her hands as they are unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Maybe she is being a little aggressive, but he makes her feel safe doing it. She loves the way he twirls her hair around his finger, a wonderfully affectionate gesture that she thinks many times he does without realizing it, like while they're watching television and she has her head in his lap.

"If you want me to stop, I'm sure I can find some other way to occupy myself." She bats her eyelashes innocently while unabashedly flaunting her cleavage for his viewing pleasure.

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm loves her assertiveness. He likes confident women, after all. He also loves her pretty blonde hair, which is why he touches it so often. It's probably involuntary, but he would freely admit that he likes blondes.

"I didn't say I wanted you to stop," Malcolm says with a crooked grin, his eyes sliding down to her cleavage.

[youngestrose]

"Good." She finishes with his shirt and pushes it back from his shoulders, using his loosened tie to pull him forward so she can kiss him. It's slow and deep, designed to distract him ever so slightly so she can slide her hand into his pants.

He's already semi-hard, and gets even harder when she wraps her fingers around him and strokes him slowly once, then twice.

[prodigalmess]

He lets her move him as she wants to, enjoying the taste of her lips. A gasp escapes his mouth when he feels her hand on his cock. His eyes flutter closed and he leans back on the couch.

"You're so good to me," he murmurs.

[youngestrose]

Her lips drift down to his neck and she nuzzles his ear with her nose before taking a nip at his shoulder.

"You've earned it," she says softly, removing her hand from his hardening cock so that she can undo his belt and unzip his pants. She taps her hand on his leg to get him to lift his hips so she can pull off the rest of his clothes - except for the tie, of course. She has to admit that the power she feels in this moment is intoxicating. She could easily have him begging for her touch. This is not a teasing moment, though.

She kisses him again, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth before sliding back down to her knees, settling comfortably between his legs. Taking him gently in hand she runs her tongue up the length of his cock, flicking her tongue across the sensitive spot at the top.

"Any special requests?" Might as well ask before she really gets going.

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm watches her move down his body, letting her take his clothes with him. She's mesmerizing when she's like this. He opens his legs wider so that she can sit between them.

A shiver rolls down his spine when Margaery slides her tongue over his cock. Malcolm shakes his head. She knows how to do it exactly the way that he likes.

"Do you want me to warn you before I come?" he asks.

[youngestrose]

She peers up at him with a grin. "Only if you want me to stop." She's happy to suck until he's satisfied, but if he decides he'd rather finish inside her, she's all for that too.

She blows over where she just licked, creating a cooling sensation, before taking the whole head in her mouth. She starts slowly, her hand covering what she can't fit in her mouth. As he gets harder she moves faster and sucks harder, humming softly to make her lips vibrate ever so slightly. She's so appreciative of how he handled her family that she's willing to pull out all the tricks she knows.

[prodigalmess]

"Why would I...?"

His question trails off with a moan as Margaery blows on him. She has all the power right now and Malcolm's sure she knows it. His hips rock gently against her as he buries his fingers in her hair. Malcolm gazes down at her, watching as she works his cock in and out of her mouth.

"God that's so good," he gasps.

[youngestrose]

She looks up at him every so often, loving the expression on his face and the way he occasionally looks down at her as if she were magical. With two fingers she reaches behind his scrotum to the very base of his cock and rubs it in rhythm with her mouth.

She tastes the salty tang of his precum on her tongue, and from experience knows that if she doesn't slow down he will come soon. With every upstroke she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock and resolves to keep going until he either explodes or begs her to stop. She doesn't expect the latter to happen.

[prodigalmess]

His moan is louder and more desperate when she massages the base of his cock. That feels absolutely exquisite and is sending him hurtling towards orgasm. Malcolm doesn't want it to be over yet. He bites his lip, holding back, even as he's on the edge of everything. His hips nearly lift off of the couch from where he sits at the very end of it.

"Don't stop... please don't stop."

He knows she won't. His fingers tighten in her hair. Malcolm looks down and catches her eye, watching as her mouth slides up and back over his length.

[youngestrose]

She would smile, if it wouldn't break the suction. She enjoys doing this nearly as much as he enjoys receiving it, and not just because of the power and control. She wants to make him happy, make him feel good. She wants to show him how much she appreciates him. The desperation in his voice when he asks her not to stop is all the reinforcement she needs.

She tightens her grip ever so slightly now that he's close. She takes her eyes off the look of bliss on his face to focus on the way he's moaning and breathing. She's not letting up until he's so satisfied that he can barely move.

[prodigalmess]

His toes curl and his eyes flutter shut as he finally explodes with a moan of her name. Malcolm's hips stutter as he tries to be mindful and not push himself too deeply into her mouth. As lovely and warm and inviting as it is, he doesn't want her to choke. He grips her hair as he spills everything into her, then relaxes back on the couch, feeling completely boneless.

After a few seconds of catching his breath, he leans forward to kiss Margaery and then murmurs quietly to her. "Get up here so I can eat your cunt."


[ ooc: If that word bothers you, just let me know and I won't use it again in the future. ]

[youngestrose]

[ooc: tbh, I'm not a huge fan of any of the slang terms for female anatomy, lol. But the c-bomb is my least favorite.]

"That sounds more menacing than enticing," she teases as she rises from the floor with his pants and boxers in her hand. She may have used his underwear to wipe off her chin while he was enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm.

"You don't have to." She rejoins him on the couch, sitting next to him and curling into his side. "I wanted to show you how much I appreciate everything you did today. I'm not expecting anything in return."

[prodigalmess]

"What if I want to?" he asks, one of his hands sliding up her inner thigh under her dress. "I won't if you don't want me to, though I think you know how much I enjoy doing it."

Malcolm is definitely not asking out of any sense of a need to pay her back. He genuinely likes pleasing her in that way. Of course, he's also respectful of her wishes if that's not what she wants.

[youngestrose]

He knows she can't resist the feel of his hands on her skin. With a soft sigh she shakes her head. He's too generous, and enjoys being between her legs, too much to ever forego doing it.

"You know I like to give you what you want," she replies as she reaches behind her back to undo the belt holding her simple wrap dress together. She'll let him undress her so she can feel more of his warm hands on her. Once he pushes the fabric off of her shoulders he'll find she's not wearing a bra, just a dainty pair of white satin panties.

She tugs on his tie once more so she can kiss him. His tongue is magical and never fails to ignite the flame of desire within her. It's a great place to start.

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm grins as the dress falls away from her body. When she pulls him in close, he wraps an arm around her body, keeping her pressed to him and deepening the kiss. He flicks his tongue against hers, a preview of what's to come.

While they kiss, Malcolm slips his fingers under the waistline of her panties and then pulls them down and off of her legs. He lays her back on the couch and kisses down her neck before stopping at her breasts for a moment to suck on her hardened nipples.

[youngestrose]

She loves the feel of his skin - hot compared to hers - and she presses her breasts hard against his chest. His tongue, as always, teases and makes her want more. She lets him finish undressing her and contemplates pulling him down with her. She'd love to feel him inside her but it's too soon. Maybe she'll get lucky and he'll be ready to go again by the time he's made her come with his mouth.

He targets all of her sensitive places, starting with her neck. Her pulse picks up a little, then significantly more when he reaches her nipples. His teeth graze across the top of one, making her moan and squirm underneath him.

"You know me too well," she says as if it's a bad thing.

[prodigalmess]

He smiles against her skin. "I think you know I love your breasts," he says. Malcolm hasn't been shy about it in the past. He lathes her nipple with his tongue as his fingers start to explore between her legs.

When he's ready, he moves further down her body, settling between her thighs. After a few teasing kisses to her inner thighs, Malcolm kisses down over her folds, parting her open with his tongue and easily finding her clit.