Malcolm rested with Victoria in his arms on the hard floor of their safe house. The texture of the ground reminded him of
what it was like growing up in the orphanage. There wasn’t always enough room for everyone, and the larger children were supposed to sleep on the floor so that the little ones would have more comfort. He remembered being happy to do so.
Every day, he had hoped that a family would come around and adopt him. It never happened. It never occurred to him until he had become an adult that the reason was that families wanted a younger child. It never filled him with bitterness, only sadness at the years without loving parents. Once he became older, and the number of orphans had increased, it was necessary for him to be moved out of the home. He was sent into the foster system and that was where his real trouble began.
As he looked up into the celling and felt Victoria gently breathing against him, he recalled his first foster family. He had been so happy to have parents that he had thrown his arms around his new mother the moment he met her. Then he remembered being shoved away like he was covered in slime. Quickly, he realized that his mother wanted nothing to do with him. She would constantly complain about having another mouth to feed and call him all kinds of names when she was sober, and beat him senseless when she drank.
He only stayed there for two months before he could no longer stand it and he had to run away. The police quickly found him and he was sent back into the system. It was like that for years, bouncing around from home to home with everyone treating him like a beast of burden. No one ever thought he would amount to anything.
Maybe they were right, he thought sadly as he shifted his weight to become more comfortable. The stirring woke up Victoria who looked up at him with tired eyes.
“You need to sleep, champ,” she chided gently.
“I know. I was just thinking,” he said quietly.
“Tell me?” she asked sweetly.
“That maybe everyone who told me I was worthless was right all along,” he admitted, turning away.
“How can you say that?” she asked in disbelief.
He shrugged. “Look at me. I have more money that I know what to do with and nothing to show for it. I have no family and no real friends. Even you’re only here because I initially forced you to be.” He sighed and returned his gaze to her. “I’m just wondering what the hell has my life really meant.”
“Only you can answer that, champ,” she said slowly. “I will tell you this: when I thought you were dead, the only thing that was on my mind was that I never had a chance to tell you that I love you.”
He looked at her in surprise. They hadn’t talked about the crash since they were reunited. He had always been too busy neglecting her in his efforts to find Claire. It was then that he realized that he did have something in his life; someone all his. “Victoria,” he said gently.
“Shh,” she said, placing a finger to his lips. “Don’t talk and ruin the moment.” She slid her body against his as she nuzzled his arm. “Just hold me.”
He nodded and tightened his arms around her. His emotions were all over the place at her revelation. He knew he should have seen it before, when she hesitated to say something on the plane before it crashed. He had wondered what it was but passed it off as nothing. It had been so long since he had love in his life, he forgot how to feel it.
“I love you too,” he said quietly, almost a whisper. Once the words had left his lips earlier, when she was unconscious, he had known they were true. Nothing had ever been so true in his life except those four words.
She looked at him softly and leaned up to kiss his chin. “I know you do. In your own way,” she said lightly. “You didn’t have to say it back.”
“I wanted to.” He pulled her close, kissing her nose gently. “You know,” he said sadly. “I don’t think I’d be a very good father right now.” “What do you mean?” she asked, looking up into his eyes.
“I’m too focused on finding Claire. I’ve spent all these years focusing all my energy on missing her, or looking for her. Never on loving her. I think I’ve forgotten how.”
“I think it’ll all come back to you the moment you see her face again, Malcolm. There is no way in the world you could be a bad father,” she said softly, brushing the tips of her fingers against his cheek.
“We’ll see,” he said as he pulled her against him. “Help me sleep.”
She looked at him with playful eyes. “How would you suggest I do that, champ?”
He didn’t answer her; he just rolled the two of them over so that he was on top of her. He kissed her intently, his lips acting as the vehicle for all his feelings. “My treasure,” he said breathlessly. “I won’t ever lose you again.”
“I’ll find you if you do,” she replied. Her chest heaved with her passions as she combed her fingers through his hair. “I’ll always find you.”
“And I, you,” he said as he kissed her deeply again. His fingers traveled up her body, grasping her breast into his hand. The soft flesh gave way to his kneading and he could feel how it was affecting Victoria.
She began to squirm under him, her back arching into his touch. His teeth sank into her neck and his other hand grabbed her ass, massaging her muscles intensely. She moaned loudly, gripping onto his hair tightly.
“Malcolm,” she groaned.
His hand slipped under the waistband of her pants and he yanked off her clothes quickly. He wasted no time as he slid down her body, intent on tasting her heavenly nectar. His tongue parted her lips and she cried out in pleasure. He licked up her folds until the tip of his tongue brushed against her nub. He slid the width of his tongue against her most sensitive part slowly.
She arched her back in pleasure and pulled his head between her legs.
“God, that feels good,” she cried out.
He smiled between her legs, probing his tongue more deeply against her. She quivered at his touch, trembling with each brush of his tongue. He had her close to ecstasy now; he could feel her orgasm building inside her body.
“Come for me, my treasure,” he commanded.
She cried out and raised her back until it felt like it was going to break. She shook with the pleasure and collapsed to the floor in a heap of sweat, and nirvana. He grinned to himself and lifted himself to his knees, ripping off his clothes.
He spread her legs wide, and she was more than happy to grant him access. Her pussy clenched around an invisible cock in anticipation. She needed him as much as he needed her. He angled the tip of his cock against her and thrust himself into her with unbridled hunger.
The tightening of her walls around his shaft nearly sent him into overdrive. He hadn’t felt the pleasure of being one with her in weeks, and it was nearly overwhelming. He pulled her body against him as he made love to her. His pace was slow, deliberate. He didn’t want this to end too quickly. “Harder,” she demanded. “Please, Malcolm, fuck me harder.”
Her words awoke an animal inside him that would not be denied. He began to pound himself into her roughly, deeply. “Oh, Victoria,” he grunted with each thrust. “I needed this. I need you.”
“I need you, too,” she cried out as she raked her nails down his back. “Please don’t stop.”
“Not even if we were under fire,” he said, grinning. He grabbed her hips and lifted her off the ground to change the angle from which he penetrated her.
The new position increased their pleasure to new heights and Malcolm felt his balls tighten. “I’m so close,” he cried out as he continued ramming her with his cock.
“Do it inside me,” she said as she lifted her hips into each thrust.
Their bodies created a rhythm for their love making. Their cries of pleasure were the lyrics of their erotic song. Malcolm grunted as he exploded inside of her. His cock swelled and twitched uncontrollably as he unleashed his seed inside her body.
He fell against her and panted deeply. “My treasure,” he moaned.
“I love you,” she finished for him. She kissed him deeply and rolled them over so that she straddled him, a wicked smile on her face.
“You want more?” he asked, smiling.
“Well, you did say I had to help you sleep,” she said as she began to rock her hips against him. “So far you’ve done all the work.”
He felt himself begin to swell to full hardness within seconds. His own seed dripped out of her and down his cock. “Are you sure?” he asked, concerned about her health.
“Absolutely,” she said as she began to ride him. Her pussy gripped his length as she slid up and down. She threw her head back as she lifted and dropped her hips down onto him. “I love doing this,” she cried out.
“Ride me harder, Victoria. Make yourself come on my cock,” he said as he grabbed her hips.
She didn’t respond; she just began to drive herself down onto him harder. His hands lifted to cup her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples as he massaged her flesh. He could feel her tightening around him more as her nipples were stimulated, and he felt as if she might make him explode in pleasure again.
His hips lifted on their own, driving his cock deeper inside of her with each thrust. The tip of his cock slammed against the hard bump of her cervix and sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. She cried out each time and increased the pace of her riding, moving with animalistic abandon.
“Oh, Malcolm,” she groaned. “I’m so close.”
“Grind your clit on me, Victoria. Harder,” he demanded.
She nodded her head and stopped riding him. She rocked her hips against his cock, sliding her clit against his skin. The sensation was driving both of them over the edge. They both moaned and groaned as they got lost in the passions of their lust.
Her pussy shuddered as her orgasm began to rip through her body. Malcolm saw the signs of her bliss and drove his cock into her. He began to pound her through her orgasm until she lost all sense of reason.
She couldn’t even moan. She was so lost in the pleasure of him fucking her that she felt like she was on a different plane of existence, somehow separated from her body. His cock was swelling up again with his second orgasm and it served only to drive him onward. He gripped her hips and pounded her from below for all that he was worth. The breath was escaping his body and a thick sheen of sweat was dripping off both of them.
“God!” She screamed as her senses returned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begged. “I think I’m coming again.”
He smiled a little as he fucked her. “Do it. Keep coming for me,” he grunted as he pounded her. He felt her pussy clench at his cock, and it was too much for him to take. He felt his balls release themselves into her sex again, and he laid back in exhaustion.
She fell on top of him limply. Her whole body was shuddering with residual pleasure as she clung to him. “That was amazing, Malcolm.” “I think that was more than enough to help me sleep,” he joked.
She giggled lightly and nuzzled into his neck. “I need a shower now.”
A memory returned to his mind and he grinned and circled his hips beneath her. “I could help you get clean. It would only be proper.”
“Mmm” she moaned. “Tempting.”
He smiled and combed his fingers over her hair lovingly. “Another time, my treasure.”