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The restraints had been a bit shocking to be sure (she was only human) but whatever racing thoughts had settled when he explained them, when he assured her that he couldn't properly use them on her and that he wouldn't. It created another level of trust, of vulnerability between them.

And when he moves to press his lips against her skin, she draws in a soft breath, shifting on the bed, moving to straddle his lap, to get closer to him. "Is this alright?"

He nods, trying to not seem too eager, even if he's overjoyed to have her this close to him. "If it's alright with you," Malcolm replies. Obviously it is, or she wouldn't have done it. He's not the slickest person alive and he hopes he doesn't blow this. It's not that he's a virgin, it's just that these opportunities don't come along very often and he really, really likes Marta.

Gingerly, he starts to push down one of the straps to her bra. Trembling fingers move to the clasp in the back and he deftly unsnaps the hooks. He thinks this is what she wants, even if he sometimes doubts his own instincts.

Of course it's alright with her and she cannot stifle the laugh his words pulls from her, her expression warm and inviting, not judgmental or critical. She finds his haplessness charming, if only because she can be hapless her in her own way. However, she is in tune enough to be able to tell what he's doing, the way he moves his fingers.

And she moves to help him, pulling down the other strap and pulling the fabric away from her body, leaving her chest exposed to him completely. She leans in to kiss him quickly, hoping to distract him for a moment considering she's not the most... busty of women but maybe he won't be disappointed.

He's glad she finds it charming. Not only is he awkward, but he also wants to be respectful, especially during a first time. That's probably ultimately good, but it doesn't make for the sort of throw-me-against-the-wall sex that a lot of people like. But there's time for that.

Malcolm watches her, letting her kiss him before he can get a very good look. Her shyness is sweet. The kiss breaks and he pulls back gently. His eyes light up. How could he ever be disappointed in what he's seeing? Marta is beautiful to him.

His lips return to her jaw before kissing down her neck, sucking at the skin. One of his hands moves up to gently cup and caress one of her breasts.

She lets out a gentle, contented sigh as his mouth finds her skin again, abandoning her lips for pursuits that lay just a little lower. Her hand lifts to grasp at the back of his head as his lips wander, his hands doing the same. She slides her own hand along his shoulder and down his chest, touching him, wanting to ignite passion in him that puts him somewhere between respectful and throw-me-against-the-wall sex.

Her touch indeed sets him ablaze, those fingers on his chest like flames to his skin. His hand tightens around her breast, squeezing gently before his thumb slides across her hardened nipple.

"Marta..."

Malcolm reluctantly lets her go so that he can lay her down on the bed. He starts to unbutton her jeans, then coaxes her to lift her hips up off of the bed so that he can pull them down her legs.

He rolls them onto the bed properly, laying her back so he can get about undressing her completely. She lifts her hips as he beckons her to do, her hands moving to grip the blankets beneath her to help her, excited and ready to be closer to being naked with him.

Malcolm glances up and sees the grin on her face. It fills him with a warm happiness. He hasn't felt this way about someone in a long time.

After her jeans are down and off, he knows he won't be able to stop himself there. He slides his fingers under the waistband of her panties and, after meeting her eyes for a silent approval, starts to pull those down as well.

When she's naked before him, he looks her up and down, hoping that he isn't making her uncomfortable. He just wants to take in every inch of her. "You're beautiful," he tells her.

The very sound of his voice, the way he says things have always thrilled her but the way he tells her that she's beautiful and the way he's looking at her sends a shiver up her spine, sends a flush over her skin and makes her feel breathless.

"Thank you," she murmurs quietly, her hands sliding over her stomach for a moment before she reaches for him, wanting him to come closer now.

She's even more beautiful when her skin flushes. Malcolm watches her move her hands across her stomach and can't help but jump in.

"Oh! That's instinctual," he says. "To want to cover up when you're naked. It's a form of protection when we're feeling vulnerable, which of course people feel vulnerable when they're naked." Shut up, Malcolm. "Sorry."

He might be kind of nervous.

Malcolm lays down next to her on his side, drawing her in with him. He brushes his fingers through her hair, then kisses her. So as to make things a bit more even, he reaches down and unbuttons his pants, pushing both them and his boxer briefs down and off of his legs. Now it's turn to feel shy, though he resists covering up. He's already half hard in anticipation of what the two of them are going to do.

She cannot help but laugh softly at his rambling, clearly showing his nerves and vulnerability in a different way. And as he lays down next to her, starting to disrobe, she keeps her eyes on his face for a moment longer. "You don't need to apologize for that sort of thing, you know. It is part of why I like you so much."

She rolls onto her side to face him, reaching out to pull his mouth to hers for a kiss once he's done getting naked.

He grins at that, a faint blush on his cheeks. "I'm glad to hear that." At best it's called distracting and at worst it's called annoying. Malcolm kisses her again before resting one of his hands on her side, tracing his fingers over her soft skin.

"Do you want to know why I like you so much?" he asks.

She looks at him once she's done kissing him, her eyes meeting with his. "Why?"

"Well, not only are you absolutely stunning..." His eyes travel down her body, relishing what he sees. "You're also kind and smart and so loving and caring." She had practically acted like his father knowing about her wasn't a big deal. That had meant so much to him.

Malcolm slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer so that he could keep kissing her. His fingers moved over her stomach and then down between her thighs.

"That's too many things," she mumbles against his lips, relenting and kissing him back after only the length of a breath. And as his hand wanders, she shifts closer to him and parts her thighs to give him better access, to encourage him further.

"That's not even enough things," he replies. There are probably so many more things that he's not even thinking of right now, things that he can't articulate because he's concentrating on her naked body lying next to his.

With slightly trembling fingers, he touches her folds, sliding between them and caressing the soft, wet flesh that he finds there. His thumb searches for a moment before he finds her clit, drawing a circle around it.

She cannot help the breathless smile that curves her lips as he says those things and she dips closer to him, nuzzling his mouth with her own as he touches her. Her body shifts into his touch, hips quirking as he touches her clit and makes her gasps against his mouth. "God, Malcolm."

Marta is definitely one of the most beautiful women he's ever been with. Hearing her make those noises drives him absolutely insane. Malcolm holds himself back, wanting to keep touching her before being inside of her.

He pauses just to hike her leg up over his, opening her more. After coating his fingers in her wetness, he presses two of them to her entrance, waiting for her to tell him that it's okay before he pushes them in.

"May I?"

"You don't have to ask," she murmurs softly, thinking that he's already there, she's naked and willing in his arms, breathless and moaning. That should be permission enough but she likes him all the more for it. And she kisses him slow, inching closer. "But yes, please."

She may be naked in his arms, but her body is her own and she might not want his fingers inside of it. With her response though, Malcolm slowly slides his index and middle finger inside of her, moaning softly at how warm she feels.

He returns the kiss as he thrusts gently, his thumb finding her clit again. "You feel amazing," he tells her. Malcolm imagines her tight walls surrounding his cock and he shivers. Soon, after he makes her come like this.

Shivering at his words and the way he's touching her, she lets herself close her eyes and settle into the touch. And she will let him help her over that edge. rocking her hips into his fingers. "You're making me feel that way."

Malcolm reaches around with his other hand and brushes her hair out of her eyes. He leans forward and kisses her before pulling back to watch her with wide eyes. Marta's beautiful all the time, but she's absolutely breathtaking like this.

His fingers keep their pace inside of her, his thumb speeding up on her clit. Malcolm presses kisses to the soft skin of her neck.

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