Malachai climbed the stairs with Betty clinging to him. His strong arms held her effortlessly, one hand firm under her buttocks and the other on her lower back, keeping her pressed against his body.
She had her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms tight behind his neck, and every movement made their hips rub together more intensely. She could feel Malachai's hard erection pressing right where she needed it most, a constant friction that sent waves of heat through her belly.
"Ahh~" "Ah~" "Ahhh~"
Betty let out small gasps against his neck every time the movement made her rub against him.
The staircase seemed endless, each step an eternity in which desire grew. Betty buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling his scent that was a bit vanilla-like and coconutty, it drove her crazy.
Her fingers dug into his brown hair, pulling lightly without realizing it.
"Malachai... hurry up." Betty whispered, her voice broken by anticipation. She couldn't believe she was saying that, that she was so desperate. She had always been the shy girl, the one who in others' eyes was pure, innocent, and untouchable, who would never do things like this, but with him... with him it was different. He made her feel alive, desired, as if her body had a fire that only Malachai could ignite.
They reached the second floor. Malachai opened his bedroom door with his shoulder, a fluid movement that didn't interrupt the contact between them. They entered, and he closed the door with a soft but firm kick.
The room was dark, with only moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains, casting soft shadows on the white walls and wooden floor. The bedside lamp emitted a faint, warm glow that illuminated the king-size bed with impeccable white sheets, the large wardrobe, and the mirror that reflected their entwined silhouettes.
Malachai lowered her to the floor carefully, but without fully letting her go. His large hands rested on her waist, keeping her close.
Betty looked up at him, her large, expressive blue eyes filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. He looked at her with his usual intensity, his intense blue eyes almost black in the dim light, his tousled hair falling over his forehead.
"I don't know... if I'll do it right." Betty murmured, lowering her gaze and biting her lower lip. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She was one hundred percent virgin, the furthest she'd gone were stolen kisses on her porch or timid caresses over clothes with Malachai. She knew nothing about sex, only what she'd heard in girls' chats at school or seen in censored movies. But with Malachai, she wanted to learn. She wanted everything.
Malachai took her chin with two fingers and forced her to look into his eyes. His touch was firm but gentle, like everything about him when he was with her.
"You don't have to do anything." He said in a low voice, his warm breath against her face. "Just leave it to me. If at any point you want to stop, tell me. Understood?"
Betty nodded quickly, swallowing hard. "Yes... I want to continue. I want... to feel you."
He kissed her then, a kiss that started soft but deepened quickly. His tongue pushed between her lips, exploring her mouth with a mastery that made her melt. Betty moaned against him, her hands rising to his chest to feel the hard muscles under his t-shirt.
While kissing her, Malachai's hands went down to her pale pink sweater. He lifted it slowly, giving her time to raise her arms. The sweater fell to the floor; underneath she wore a simple white cotton bra that contrasted with the soft, natural curve of her small but firm breasts, with nipples that were already hardening from the cool air and anticipation.
Betty blushed violently when she saw how Malachai looked at her, as if he were memorizing every inch of her skin. She lowered her gaze again, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest. But he didn't allow it; gently, he moved her arms aside and looked at her with a crooked smile.
"Don't hide." He murmured. "You're perfect."
His words made her tremble. Malachai lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there, nibbling lightly.
Betty tilted her head to give him more access.
"Nngh~♥️" A moan escaped her lips.
Malachai's hands went to her back, unclasping the bra with expert ease. The bra fell.
Betty let out a muffled gasp as the cool air brushed her erect nipples.
Malachai lowered his gaze to her breasts. They were C-cup size, perfect for his hand: firm, with pale pink areolas and nipples that hardened under his gaze. He leaned in and took one into his mouth, licking it slowly at first, then sucking harder.
"Ho~" "Mmm~♥️"
Betty arched her back, a high-pitched sound escaping her throat. Her hands flew to his hair, pulling at the brown strands.
"Malachai... that... feels... Ahhhhh!♥️"
She couldn't finish the sentence. He switched to the other breast, nibbling the nipple gently while his free hand went down to her belly, tracing soft circles over her pale skin. Betty felt a liquid heat pooling between her legs, a wetness she didn't fully understand but that made her squeeze her thighs. Malachai noticed the movement and smiled against the breast he was sucking.
His hands went down to the button of her jeans. He unbuttoned it with a click, lowered the zipper with torturous slowness. Betty instinctively lifted her hips to help him. The jeans fell, dragging her simple white panties with them. She was completely naked in front of him, trembling with nerves and desire.
Her pussy had soft, very sparse blonde pubic hair, her lips already glistening with arousal.
Malachai knelt in front of her, his eyes at the level of her belly. He looked up at her, his dark eyes full of hunger.
"You're beautiful." He murmured again, his voice hoarse. "Let me see you."
Betty instinctively covered herself with her hands, the blush spreading over her whole body. But he gently moved them aside, spreading her legs a little more.
"Don't hide from me." He repeated.
He guided her to the bed, sitting her on the edge. He took off his t-shirt in a quick movement, revealing his defined torso: broad shoulders, muscular chest, marked abs with a V that descended toward his hips. Betty looked at him mesmerized, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as if she couldn't believe they were real.
"Can I... touch you?" She asked in a low voice, her innocence evident.
Malachai smiled amusedly. "Anything you want."
She did, exploring his chest, his arms, going down to the edge of his jeans. He took them off, leaving him in tight black boxers. Betty's eyes widened hugely at the evident bulge, the thick silhouette pressing against the fabric, about to burst.
"That... is it going to fit?" She asked in a trembling whisper. She didn't know much; she'd seen pictures on the internet once, out of curiosity, but this was real. Big and intimidating.
Malachai let out a low laugh. "Yes, darling, but I'll prepare you first."
He knelt between her legs. He spread them carefully, exposing her completely. Betty was trembling so much that he had to hold her thighs with firm hands.
"Relax, beautiful. Look at me."
She did, her blue eyes locked on his. Malachai lowered his head and ran his tongue over her pussy once, long and slow, from the entrance to the clit.