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Chapter 43b - She will never let go when she has you.
Episode 3.
Malou: She waited about 40 minutes, but since Dalton still hadn't come back upstairs, she decided it was about time to pay him a visit. So she quickly headed downstairs, the snow had started falling, and it was incredible cold, as she carefully stepped down the slippery stairs, and escaped into the warm studio, quickly closing the door behind her. Her naked legs were prickling from the cold wind, as she stood on the floor of the dimmed studio, looking at Dalton, sitting on his couch, staring at the floor. She sighed soft and approached him quietly
Dalton: He looked up at her as she stopped in front of him. A bottle of almost empty wine leaning in his hand I don't know how to do this?
Malou: Somehow she had a feeling she knew what he was talking about. She often had a deeper understanding of him, although she would sometimes doubt if she was actually lucky enough to be the one to read him so well. She nodded lightly Me neither…
Dalton: I'm…. scared
Malou: She nodded lightly
Dalton: …. Are you scared? he asked in an almost whisper
Malou: Constantly she took a deep, silent, shaky breath, and stepped a little closer so she stopped almost between his spread legs
Dalton: He looked up at her, leaning forwards as he grabbed her right hand, leaning his cheek against it, rubbing his cheek gently against it, as if he was a cat, asking for love.
Malou: She rested her other hand on his shoulder, stroking him gently with her thumb
Dalton: He moaned soft from the warmth of her presense and intimacy surrounding him, filling him with a pleasure he had longed for, for so long I'm…. he sighed soft ….. a lot of work… a big handful…
Malou: She let her hand slip down to his chest, gently pushing him back on the couch, so he was forced to look back up at her again I think that's up to me to decide? she spoke in a soft, now almost alluring voice. She pulled her hand back from his, and grabbed the wine bottle, placing it on a small surface next to the couch, then sat down next to him, forcing a soft smile I think we're all work, Dalton… not a single person in this world is uncomplicated, or some sort of work
Dalton: Yeah, but I'm kind of a waste of time… I don't think you're going to harvest any fruits here….
Malou: She sighed deep and pondered a moment on his words, before she leaned in a bit closer, gazing deep into his eyes I didn't come here for fruit. I can go to any supermarket and buy all the fruit I want. But I can't go and buy a Dalton she shrugged lightly and I happen to believe good things are worth the work. And all I want out of it, is literally you. I don't expect anything else. I think you're already much more than anything I could ever hope to achieve in life. I absolutely adore everything about you… and the fact that you can't seem to see your exact worth is both endearing and also something I mildly want to hit you for. You're so incredible special, Dalton. And all I ever want to do, is give you whatever you need. She lowered her head, worried about his reaction If you'll allow me, that is…?
Dalton: He looked at her with flickering eyes, his heartbeat rising, fearing…. everything. I'm… made of flaws…
Malou: She nodded lightly So am I. But I like you just the way you are… I wouldn't wanna change a thing. And I want nothing more than your happiness… and safety. All I wanna do is reach out and stroke your cheek. Keep you safe…. make you feel loved. You're literally the most precious person on this planet, and if I would have any sort of chance of she took a shaky breath being able to… be the one…. for you…. I'd literally give nearly… everything.
Dalton: …. an overwhelmingly sad and hopelessly scared feeling washed over him, and his eyes quickly filled up with tears Don't leave me… please… I beg you! I've been so fucking alone his voice broke as tears started falling down his cheeks I'm terrified of losing myself to someone new… and then be left again.
Malou: I'm not going anywhere! it burst out of her it would never occure to me, to leave you, ever! I will cling on for a life time if you let me!
Dalton: He nodded eagerly through his tears and reached out, grabbing onto her dress as if he was holding on for his life Please!
Malou: She nodded confirming and quickly scooted closer, pressing her lips longingly against his, as she quickly climbed on his lap, planting a knee on each side of his hips, pressing her upper body tight against his, wanting and needing to feel him close, and for him to feel her close as well. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him deeper into their kiss
Dalton: *A soft relived moan escaped him, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her, digging his fingers into her lower back, as he pressed himself even tighter against her, welcoming the warmth of her body, and the softness of her lips.
Malou: She moaned soft and leaned deeper into their kiss. Letting her hands travel to his chest, digging her fingers into it. Feeling an intense pleasure rolling through her body, goosebumps on the back or her neck and on her arms, from feeling the warmth of Dalton against her palms… and the beats…. the beats of his heart. Dalton's heart.
Dalton: He moaned hoarse and soft in her mouth, his tongue eagerly playing with hers, his pelvic floor lifting slightly, pressed against her, for just a breath in the night
Malou: Her pulse started rising. Here in the darkness. The dimmed room. Vibrations of deep longing being met, waving through her body. Temperature rising. Back arching. Gently nibbling on his bottom lip, sucking it playfully.
Dalton: A soft sigh of thrilling pleasure and deep yerning creating a fire inside him. His hands slowly traveling down to her butt cheeks, giving them a light squeeze through the fabric of the dress. An enquiery. A hope of an invitation.
Malou: A soft surprised moan escaped her, followed by rapid nervous heartbeat. Was this it? Was it now? Fuck! For a moment fear took over, and she almost parted their lips. Then once again felt his pelvic floor lifted. She quickly arched her back, to gently rub against his groin, answering his request with a yes.
Dalton: A trembly breath against her lips. Shaky hands, as the slowly traveled further down, and up under her skirt, once again finding their way to her round buttcheeks, now only a thin soft layer of panties preventing him from fully touching her. His lips eagerly kissing hers, his body heating up. Feeling intoxicated and drawn to her, as if something kept pulling in his very soul. His pelvic floor rising again.
Malou: A warm breathy sigh escaping her lips, as she instantly pressed her own groin tight against his again, feeling a sweet tickle between her legs, their kiss heating up further, her fingers digging tighter into his chest, her heart beating loud in her head, so loud it soon enough cancelled out all the thoughts of panic in her head, worried if she should go further, would she be good enough? Did he really want her, or was it just the alcohol? Soon enough all of these fearful questions no longer mattered. All that mattered was the sweet sensations, the closeness, the desire. And most importantly… it was Dalton. So fuck everything else!
Dalton: He pressed himself tighter against her again, lightly grinding his groin against her for just a couple of seconds, then suddenly felt nervous. Was he stepping over a line? Did she even want this, or was he leading her into something she wasn't into? He slowed down their eager passionate kiss, but as his heart started punding loudly in his head, he gave in and once again pressed his groin against her, his body taking over.
Malou: A soft moan escaped her, and she felt herself getting wet. There was no denying how much she wanted him. There was only him. She had never loved anyone as much as him. She knew there would never be anyone she could love more than him. He was Dalton after all. And no one more special than Dalton, could ever exist. Even the thought of it made her grin and a soft chuckle slipped her lips
Dalton: He frowned soft, was she laughing cause it was amusing to her or cause she liked it? But for some reason, the second after, he couldn't help but chuckle softly as well. Feeling an overwhelming happiness burst through his chest
Malou: She chuckled again and pressed her groin closer against him, playfully nibbling his bottom lip with her teeth again. Pressing her boobs against his chest, and slowly let go, allowing her arms to wrap around his neck, softly caressing the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck.
Dalton: Her fingers in his hair created sweet chills up and down his spine, and his body aurtomatically waved against hers, grinding slow and gentle, loving the feeling of her teeth nibbling his lip, sending him into a dimension of pleasure and relaxation, a sort of trance like state, where his breath turned heavy and deep, slow and steamy. His hands automatically pulling down her panties, but only to free the bottocks, greeting her slightly cold cheeks with his warm hands.
Malou: His magical hands, now resting against her soft skin, sending chills through the very core of her, her body shivering with anticipation, welcoming him with open arms, wanting him to find permanent recidence here with her. A hand of hers traveling down the side of his neck, then slightly upwards, brushing her thumb against his bottom lip, without separating their heated kiss, so curiously exploring and taking in every milimeter of the lips who let out all those beautiful songs. Wanting to touch and feel every crack, every valley.
Dalton: He sighed soft and hot against her thumb, loving how she seemed to welcome him so easily, exploring him, his tongue gently poking her finger, lifting her slightly as he once again, for a brief moment lifted his pelvic floor.
Malou: She sighed steamy against his tongue, her back arching, feeling soaked between her legs, dizzy, overwhelmed with pleasure, temperature rising, goose bumps now spreading to most parts of her body, sweat starting to form on the arch of her lower back
Dalton: Now it was his turn to surrender under a layer of goosbumps, his hands trembling slightly as he squeezed her but again, then let go, to quickly reach down in front of himself, slightly lifting his shirt, to better connect his fingertips to the button on his jeans, swiftly unbuttoning it, then forcing the zipper down as well. He struggled a bit as he lifted his lower body slightly, then quickly slipped his already baggy pants just a couple cm down, feeling relived as they automatically dragged his boxers slightly down, his dick automatically escaping the stretchy fabric, standing hard between the two of them. Then fear stroke again. His heart pounding faster. Suddenly feeling like a creepy idiot. But then he felt Malou's thumb leave his lip, her hand slowly travelling down his chest, belly, just to leave him completely. Please don't stop, he held the words back, and the tears behind his eyelids. Now it would all be over.
Malou: She quickly let her hand travel down between her legs, in a swift move grabbing the leg of her panties, and gently pulling it to the side, she took a sharp deep breath against his lips, then slowly raised herself just a tiny bit, their lips parting, her breath shaky against his mouth, as she a bit hesitating and nervous wrapped her hand around his dick, and slowly pressed it against her wet opening, feeling him slowly slide inside, as she gently lowered herself, a soft whimper of pleasure and anticipation escaping her. He was perfect. The perfect size, shape, texture. Her eyes filling with tears as she let a soft moan out, finding herself in this absolutely magical moment. A true fairy tale. Dalton. Inside her.
Dalton: A surprised moan escaped him, and he quickly wrapped his arms tight around her, burrying his face in the arch of her neck, breathing in the scent of her long hair, her skin, her. Sending shivers through his body of warm pleasure and familiar comfort. Feeling safe and undeniably satisfied in his whole soul, yet overwhelmed with feelings and…. love. A few tears making their way out from under his lids, happy tears. Thankful. Devoted. Surrendering.
Malou: She leaned her head against his, planting a soft kiss on the side of his neck, feeling so full of love that her heart could leap out of her chest, and in this moment, all she wanted to do, was speak out her love. Yet fear won her over, afraid it would be the very thing that would cross the line for him.
Dalton: His lips brushing gently against the side of her neck, wanting to taste her, feel her, worship her.
Malou: She slow and gently swayed her hips back and forwards, loving the presure it created inside her, feeling him push against her walls. No pain, only insationable pleasure rolling through her body, a soft moan escaping against his skin, her lips planting another kiss of love and devotion, loving the taste of him.
Dalton: He hugged her slightly tighter, not wanting to let go, feeling as if he was holding on for his very life. Holding on for all the isolated months without love. Holding on for all the broken pieces in his heart to mend.
Malou: She wrapped her arms around his neck again, hugging herself tighter against him. Holding on for all the months of isolation, pain, tears, loss, everything that had brought her to him. Feeling it all slowly dissolve and fly away into the night, being replaced by all of Dalton's pure magic.
Dalton: He sighed warm breath against her skin, nibbling it lightly with his teeth and lips, allowing his tongue to flutter over it a few times, to better fill his mouth with the taste of her.
Malou: A soft moan of pleasure as she felt his tongue and kisses against her neck, her back arching lightly from the sensation. Feeling as if she was suddenly stuck in the prettiest poem she had ever read. Soaked with love and longing.
Dalton: He gently pressed his groin against her, pushing himself a bit deeper inside her, a soft groan of pleasure from deep inside him, his back arching as he slowly straightened up, his lips eagerly finding their way back to hers, locking in a sensual kiss.
Malou: She moaned against his lips, as she slowly started swaying up and down, her legs trembling from the sensation and the very truth, that this was HIM, and this was HER.
Dalton: A deep surrendering moan escaping him, as he felt her move around him, growing harder, if even possible? Stroking his palms up and down her back, wishing they weren't separated from her skin, by the fabric of the dress. Digging his fingers in, trying to feel her as close as possible, without prohibiting her from swaying.
Malou: Answering his deep moan with a soft almost purring sound, as she felt herself fall even deeper in love with him, only by the sound of him, enjoying her.
Dalton: He felt dizzy and out of breath, but in a so very pleasant way, struggling not to take over and take control. But he loved the sweet tempo of her swaying, as a lullaby for his body, way too much to let lust take over. After all, what she was granting him was exactly what he needed. Love. Animal instinct could wait. Right now, his soul was on fire, and his heart so full of love, a love that could heal even the darkest crookest corners.
Malou: Her swaying stayed at it's comforting rythem, their bodies melting together, their lips locked in a forest of hope. A hope that they would never part again. Taking them both on a ride through the winter galaxy. Stardust and nebulas bathing them, and soaking them in each others name.
Dalton: He felt higher than he had ever been before, his kisses turning greedier, more passionate, yet stayed slow, deep, almost devouring. Feeling himself get lost inside her.
Malou: Gladly loosing herself, feeling him pick her heart up, putting it all back together again. No more cracks, everything melting together with Dalton. Saving her. Mending her. Breathing new life into her.
Dalton: His moans grew closer, feeling alive, feeling intense pleasure, feeling fragile, exposed, open, vulnerable, yet safe with her, as if she would never dare to cause him any pain. He was home. Protected by her heart. And he felt their souls mend with each other. Breathing new life into him.
Malou: Her moans picked up with his, and her rhythm slowly followed. Waves of the purest pleasure shooting through her, sweat forming on her nose, her temperature steady rising, running her fingers through his hair, loving the tickly butterflies causing havoc in her stomach, and the goosebumps steady dance on her skin.
Dalton: A drop of sweat running down his spine, sweat forming on his upper lip, turning their kiss salty and magnetic. Feeling weightless and free, yet gravitated by her, ensuring he wont dissappear into the vast darkness of the night. Her, his safety net, creating unimaginable sensations of pleasure through his entire being.
Malou: A deeper moan escaping her as she felt herself melt into his chest, as if she was slowly sinking into him, to live there forever. Willingly accepting her destiny. And then she came, with a surprised moan of pleasure.
Dalton: Her surprised moan, followed by a light twitch became the very thing that released his last shred of control, and he came with a deep surrendering moan, arching his back lightly, as he firmly pulled her even closer, feeling his warm cum spread inside her.
Malou: The sensation released another orgasm, and a slightly deeper, longer, surrendering moan of pure pleasure. Then her movements slowed down, till they were barely there.
Dalton: His breathing heavier now as he parted their lips, once again returning his head to the arch of her neck, panting loving butterfly kisses on her skin, not ready to let go just yet, although a much welcomed and pleasant heaviness was starting to spread in his body, his chest arching with each heavy breath, trying to catch up.
Malou: Lightly panting for air, trying hard not to move an inch, well knowing he would be turning soft now, and even the slightest flinch could be enough to send him sliding out. So she kept her body as still as possible, though allowing herself to catch her breath, her fingers still lovingly stroking through his hair, wanting nothing more than to pour so much love and affection into him, that he would never even dare to rethink what had happened between them. And never regret.
Dalton: A deep shaky breath to calm his heartbeat slightly, another drop of sweat escaping down his spine, now fully resting his head on her shoulder, as his whole body gave in and fell heavy. As if all stress, tenseness, heavy burdens, fear, doubt, pain, sadness and anything keeping him awake at night had suddenly been wiped away and been replaced with this heavy, yet immensely comforting warth and closeness, leaving his body completely relaxed.
Malou: She felt him rest against her, and kissed his hair gently, a wide smile spreading on her lips. Feeling burstingly happy and extremely priviledged that she of all people, could grant him that feeling. And as she felt him slowly slip out of her, she quickly reached for a blanket next to them, dragging it over them, in the same movement as she gently tilted them to the side, and they fell into the soft couch, the fuzzy blanket pulling over them like a thick blanket of protective love.
Dalton: A soft satisfied moan escaped him, his face snuggling against her chest, his arms still wrapped tight around her, like a soft Koala bear, clinging to a tree for safety.
Malou: She planted a couple more kisses on his hair, stroking his middle back gentle and slow, allowing herself to lay and look around the room a bit, as much as she could see from her position and the dimmed light. Her lips stuck in the happiest smile she had grown in years.
Dalton: It didn't take many minutes till he dozed into a deep sleep, feeling beyond satisfied and comfortable, loved and protected.
Malou: As she understood he had fallen asleep, she laid quite a while, just enjoying the sound of his breathing, and the feeling of her finger tips stroking either his back or his hair, sometimes the both of them together. And as it became harder for her to keep her eyes open, and sleep was drawing her in, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, to the sound of his beating heart.