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]

"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.

[youngestrose]

She does know, though he can't possibly love them more than she loves what he does to them. Her hips twitch at the first touch of his tongue and a soft moan drifts past her lips.

"Slowly," she whispers, though he already knows how much she likes to be teased. She relishes the anticipation, the slow build-up to all-consuming need. Maybe it's because she nearly always has to be so controlled and poised. Whatever the reason, she loves it when he makes her beg.

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm tends to not be a tease during this. He gets so excited and wants to please her so much that he has more of a tendency to be overenthusiastic. However, he takes instruction very well, and he knows that when he goes more slowly he makes it even better for Margaery.

His tongue moves lazily against her, flicking over her clit before moving back down to taste her. She will always taste absolutely perfect to him. He's willing to let her pleasure build, bring her up until she's trembling and can't take it anymore.

[youngestrose]

She inhales sharply at every touch of his tongue over her clit, then sighs with a hint of frustration when he moves elsewhere. It's not long before she's gripping the couch cushions to stop herself from grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to say in one place. This is what she asked for and she feels lucky to have found a man who will give it to her.

"More," she pleads. "I want... inside...." Those beautiful, long fingers that he uses to find her g-spot so wonderfully. When combined with his tongue on her clit, they never fail to make her come so hard she nearly sees stars.

[prodigalmess]

He glances up at her, his eyes bright blue with arousal. Malcolm's always happy to give her exactly what she wants. Margaery has him wrapped around her finger.

His lips wrap around her clit, suckling gently while two of his fingers tease at her entrance. Malcolm wants them nice and wet so that he doesn't hurt her. Slowly, he pushes his fingers into her heat, tips searching for that ridged place inside of her that he knows will drive her mad with pleasure.

[youngestrose]

With the inside and outside combined she's quickly pushed to her peak. It seems to last forever, hips lifting off the couch, before she at last tumbles over with a shudder and a low moan from deep in her throat. When the waves of pleasure have subsided enough for her to catch her breath, she looks down to see him looking up at her with a satisfied smile on his face. She can only smile and reach her hands down to pull him up to lay beside her.

[prodigalmess]

Damn. Malcolm absolutely loves giving her orgasms like that, the ones that make her body tremble and make her lose her senses for a moment. He doesn't stop until he's sure she's finished, then removes his fingers from her and sits up.

Allowing himself to be pulled up next to her, Malcolm wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her in close. "Now I'm too tired to move," he says, giving her a kiss.

[youngestrose]

She grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and spreads it over them, returning his kiss before snuggling underneath his chin.

"There's nothing we can do but have a naked nap." Her whole body is warm even without the blanket, and his skin against hers is as comforting as always. There's nowhere else she'd rather be.

[This feels done. Yes?]

[prodigalmess]

[ Yep! ]