I simply nod.
“Malcolm, don’t give her that much credit. I’m not. I gave up childish behavior when I had a child. I said that I was okay. That woman is petty and jealous and…” She leans back and gives me the same scan I gave her earlier. Once she reaches my eyes, her smile grows. “…besides, I’m with you. We’ve been together for longer than one night, and I don’t feel like you want to discard me, like she said—”
“I don’t.”
She shakes her head again. “I don’t have time in my life for petty. I don’t have time in my life for kidnapping either...” She lifts herself up on her toes and kisses my cheek. “…but I made an exception. So please don’t worry that I’ll be jealous of your past.” For a split second, a shadow passes behind her beautiful stare. And then it’s gone, and she continues, “I’m impressed with all you’ve shown me and proud to be with you. I…want to give you more…I do. But it takes me time. I guess if I can ask anything, it’s that you be patient. You have been, but don’t stop.”
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I won’t stop if you won’t stop. I have plenty of time.”
“Then in the meantime, let’s not spend that time apologizing for someone else. Besides, Sally shot her down.”
“Yeah,” I say with a grin. “Sally’s the one who told me all that was said.”
“Then did Sally tell you how upset I was and how I threatened to pull the woman’s blonde extensions from her ratty hair and claw her eyes out of her overly tanned face?”
A chuckle bubbles from my chest. “No.”
“Because I didn’t. Malcolm Peppernick, you make me feel like no matter how many beautiful women are around, you only see me.”
I let out a long breath. “I didn’t even notice her. You’re…” I let the sentence go unfinished as I pull her closer until her cheek is again against my chest. For the next few moments, or minutes, or maybe hours…we stand basking in the sunlight as the shadows continue to grow more defined and the birds continue their feast. In our own world, we hold one another with a silent contentment I can’t describe.
Finally, I break the serenity of the moment. “Mandy Wells, I’ve never met a woman like you.” I lean back, again making eye contact. “When I said you were so much more than those women, I want you to know that it’s my inadequate way of saying that you’re amazing. I meant it when I said that I want all of you, but as long as you’ll let me have this…” I kiss her forehead—my way of letting her know I love her insight, intellect, conversations, and everything about her on the inside. “…and this…” My eyebrows wiggle as I reach for the sash of her robe and begin to pull. “…I’ll wait for more.”
“If that’s enough?”
“For now, it is…”
Before Mandy can say any more, I lean down and kiss the sensitive spot where her neck and collarbone meet. The way her flesh peppers with goose bumps and her grip of my waist tightens tells me that I have her full attention.
Slowly, I tug again on the sash until the knot is freed and the front of the robe gapes open. To my delight, I’d been correct in assuming that the robe was all she put on before coming to the balcony.
I gently guide Mandy until her back is against the rail. Once her hands are secured to the top of the rail, I fall to my knees.
“Malcolm?”
Our gazes meet for a moment as her tits heave with exaggerated breaths.
“Right now, I’m going to take what I have, take it and make you remember that I’ve been there. Tell me, are you all right with that?”
A moan of acknowledgment accompanies the nodding of her head. As I push her legs apart, her lips open as her eyelids, heavy with need, flutter and her hips writhe. Leaning forward I nudge my nose, lips, and chin closer to her core. “Beautiful, you smell so good.”
“Malcolm…”
My name is drawn out as my tongue laps her folds and her knees quake.
Lifting one of her legs, I place it over my shoulder, opening her to my desires.
This is what I want, but this isn’t about me. It’s about my beautiful Mandy, showing her how damn much she means to me, how much I love…being with her. She won’t allow me to say the words, but I can damn well show her.
“Oh…” Her words stutter as her grip of the railing tightens. The top of the barrier is silver, some solid metal, but the lower portion is Plexiglas, clear to the world, the bay, and the birds. We’re fifteen stories in the sky, so all that would be visible from the beach would be her long dark hair as her head falls backward, her arms opened wide, and her robe.
My view is much better.
Mandy’s hands slip and grip as I lick and suck, eliciting her moans and whimpers. It’s as I suck her clit that her sailor talk begins, a hushed whisper until her legs begin to tremble and her words lose meaning but grow in volume. It’s as I reach for her waist to hold her in place, bringing her to her cliff’s edge and pushing her off to her release that she gasps for breath and springs up onto her toes. Her body quakes until the rigidity is gone and her legs go limp.
Not releasing my hold of her, I stand. She dives toward me, our lips uniting as her tongue delves deep, searching for her own taste. When our kiss ends, her light-blue eyes are open and on me.
“If that’s your way of saying you’re sorry, if you ever want to apologize again, I’m game.”
Our bed is only a few feet away. With a smile, I reach down and scoop her into my arms.
“Malcolm!”
“Beautiful, the way your legs were shaking...I wouldn’t want you to fall.”
I push back the glass door and lay her on the big bed. Without a word, she eases her arms from the robe. As I lean over her, she reaches for the hem of my shirt.
Before lifting it over my head, she says with a smile, “I think I’m ordering one of these when I get home.”
I look down. Upon the T-shirt in faded lettering it says BOLTS with a lightning bolt beneath. “Or you can have this one.”
“I can?”
“If you’ll make me one promise.”
Mandy’s eyes open wide as she lifts the hem, removes it from my torso, and continues to hold it in her grasp. “What would that be?”
“That you’ll wear it to bed. That I can imagine you sleeping in my shirt and nothing else.”
Her cheeks rise as her smile grows. “I’ll definitely wear it to bed.” She lifts it to her nose. “And I love that it smells like you. I can’t, however, promise the nothing else. You see, I don’t always sleep alone. Sometimes I wake and, well, my son has found his way to my bed.”
I imagine Mandy with a little her, a little boy her, and it makes me smile. “Okay…save the sleeping naked for me.”
“It’s a deal.”
As I reach for the waistband of my shorts, Mandy does the same, covering my hand with hers and pulling my shorts down. She smiles as my cock breaks free.
“Shit,” she says. “Walking may not be in the cards for today.”
My grin grows. “I told you that I’d return you perhaps a little sore and worn out, but with your fantasies fulfilled. Tell me, beautiful Mandy, what fantasy have we left unfilled?”