EroticReverie

Malcom Miller

It's been two days since hooking up with Annalise, and two days of her ghosting my ass. I wasn't sure if I deserved it or not. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed her, maybe I shouldn't have had some of the hottest sex in my life with her on the hood of that strangers car. I just couldn't wait anymore, it'd been too long without her, and seeing her in that little fucking red bikini, and her jean shorts. Seeing those fucking freckles and green eyes. 

I'm embarrassed of how many times I've jerked off to what happened in the garage with her. No matter what I did or said though, she wasn't returning my calls. I was stupid I guess, to be hopeful that kissing her, fucking each other, would mend what I'd done.  

It was stalker, crazy creep type shit, but I had to see her. So I drove to her apartment that I knew she shared with her friend Lizzie after getting the information from a friend of a friend on Facebook. Yeah, I was a nut job. But it was Annalise James. It'd been two days since tasting her mouth, seeing her face, and I was going out of my mind. 

I go into the building, and knock on the door to their apartment, or at least I hope it's theirs.

"Got it!" I hear a female voice yell from inside and then the door opens and Lizzie is smiling, but then her smile drops and her eyes go wide. 

"Oh...you're not the delivery person." she says. 

I smile and shake my head. 

"Nope. Is Annalise here?" I ask. 

She gives me a worried look and then closes the door a bit as she whispers.

"I don't think she wants to see you." she says with a wince as if she's trying to prevent my feelings from being hurt. 

"yeah, I know she doesn't...she thinks she doesn't...we both know she does." I tell her quietly 

One side of Lizzies mouth lifts and she shrugs. 

"Lizzie who-" Annalise speaks as she pulls the door open and my eyes go to hers, and I see instant anger. But she looks, so fucking cute. She has her hair up in a messy bun, and not a single stitch of makeup. She's wearing a from fitting long sleeved white t shirt, with clearly no bra and then a small smile crosses my mouth when I see the grey sweatpants she's wearing. They're mine. She still has my clothes, well, these sweatpants at least, with our high schools name along the leg. 

"Nice sweats" I say and look back up and her eyes are glaring. 

"get the fuck out of here Malcom" she says scowling and pushes in front of Lizzie. 

"Sorry I didnt-" Lizzie starts and Annalise shakes her head. 

"It's fine, I've got it." Annalise says and steps forward and pulls the door shut as she steps outside into the hall with me.

"What the fuck do you want Malcom?" she says and her jaw sets, and she crosses her arms.

"Fucking YOU Annalise" I say, suddenly frustrated with her stubborn ass. 

"Well, I'm not available. So bye." she says and turns and I grab her arm and she whips her head back.

"Don't!" she says and shakes her arm from my grip and I let go.

"I'm begging you...fucking begging Annalise...don't pretend you don't want this." I say and she scowls. 

"I'm not pretending anything Malcom...I don't want this with you. You're mistaking my anger towards you as me being angry that I was without you. I got over it...got over you." she says and I inhale slowly and run a hand through my hair. 

"My anger is only towards what you did...how you left me...how seeing you is like a slap in the fucking face everytime..." she says

"I was going off to college...it wouldnt have worked and you know it." I say gently.

"You didnt even try." she says quietly and ...I have nothing to say, because I didnt.

"I wasn't good enough for you to try." she says and the fact she thinks that, breaks my heart. 

"You were. You know you were. But I was a fucking asshole...a young dumb asshole...that let people convince me it wouldnt work, that college was a time for being single , and fuck...don't you think they were right?" I ask her and she looks at me. 

"I deserved for you to at least try." she says and I watch her look away down the hall at nothing, just so she doesnt have to look at me. 

"I know you did. I broke your heart, and my own. I was fucking dumb Annalise, I don't know what else to say...I loved you, I STILL love you. It fucking kills me being back here, seeing you around and not being able to say 'that's mine...she's mine' to every single person I see." I say and I see a tear roll down her cheek. 

"baby, please, I'm not trying to make you cry" I say and reach for her but she turns away.

"You need to leave." she says.

"I don't want to." I say softly. 

"Let me in....just talk with me...I won't kiss you again, I won't touch you again... I just want to talk to you...I miss you so fucking much." I say and feel my own throat tighten. 

She swallows as she looks at me and I reach out for her again and I see the small sigh her body gives, caving in again as she let's me pull her into my chest and hold her head to my chest as I wrap my arms around her. 

"I love you" I whisper to her. 

"Please stop saying that" she says, her voice cracking.

"I can't." I say and hug her tighter and she slips her arms around my torso and hugs me tight back. 

Just holding her like this, the smell of her, the feeling of the way she fits with me, it's perfect.  

"This isn't a good idea." she whispers. 

"I fucked up baby" I whisper into the top of her hair. 

"I'm sorry that I didn't try." I whisper. "But I want to try to make it up to you, because, I don't care that it's been two years...nothing has changed for me." I tell her and she just shakes her head. 

"can you please just stop talking...." she says softly. 

"okay.." I say and just hold her as she stands there still hugging me tightly to her. 

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Annalise James

When he stays away , I'm able to ignore him, but when he's right in front of me, it makes it too hard to lie to myself. What I feel for Malcom Miller still two years later, makes it seem like he never left. I tried to love other guys, date them, kiss them, screw them. But every single one was always compared to the love of my life. 

I couldn't stop burying my nose in his chest, his cologne smelt to good, and took me back to our short six month relationship. The same cologne as he used to wear back then. I take a deep breath, inhaling him, and finding comfort, finding peace as I just close my eyes and make him hold me. 

I know I'm being unfair, just a little, but I can't help it. I was a lover scorned, just like in the romance novels, the woman who had her heart brutally ripped from her chest by the man who owned her entire soul.  I couldn't help but hold a grudge, to try to push him away when he came back.  But i'd be lying if I said I didnt imagine this everyday he was gone. Us together again. For him to come back to me and beg me to take him back. And here he was , here he had been for weeks since he's been back, trying to get me back. 

"come in" I whisper and back up and turn and open my apartment door. 

I can see the surprise in his face, but he follows silently, and both of us walk in and past Lizzie who is on the couch in our small living area, her eyes lighting up and she tries to hide her excitement. She is team Malcom one hundred percent. I roll my eyes at her then avoid her stare as I let Malcom give her a small wave as he follows me down the short hall to my room. 

"Open or shut?" Malcom asks , holding onto the door knob as I walk into my room. 

"Shut." I say softly and he turns and closes the door. 

When he turns back around, we just look at one another. Me standing a few feet away from him as I look at his body. God he was perfect. Nobody took my breath away like Malcom did. There was no celebrity, nobody that I thought was hotter than this man. He was fucking beautiful. 

We stood there in silence, and our eyes were on each others, and I could feel the imaginary lick of flames everywhere on my skin that his eyes went to as they roamed down. My traitorous nipples, provoked by his gaze hardened in my thin top, his eyes catching on them as he stepped a bit closer and looked down at my pants. 

"You need to change those, if you expect me to keep my hands to myself." he says and I swallow as he looks back up, his eyes studying my nipples and I see him take a deep breath as he brings his eyes to mine. 

"Then take them off." I reply and his brow raises and as he walks forward, I walk backwards slowly until I'm at the edge of my bed and then lean back crawling backward onto the bed as he comes up to it. 

"Do you want me to undress you Annalise?" he asks, his voice quiet, and low and I feel my heart race, and I nod. 

"Yes." I say softly. 

"I meant what I said...we don't have to-"

"Malcom" I say his name, my voice sounding so desperate. 

"Please stop talking and take my clothes off." I say and he fights a little smile and nods.

"Alright" he says and reaches forward and pulls my sweats by the thighs, tugging them as they slip over my hips. 

I watch his eyes study every revealed inch of skin, my hips , my pussy, my thighs, my calves as he removes them and I spread my legs apart slowly and I see him look directly to the part of me that he has an embarrassingly obvious effect on. I know my pussy is slick and wet right now, I can feel it , and shiver at the feeling of the air against my pussy as I spread my legs even wider. 

"You're beautiful" he says and then pulls his shirt off and I bite my lip as I watch him, his abs, his muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he lifts the shirt off and tosses it. 

"god you're so pretty" he says as he undoes his belt and his pants and I squirm slightly, waiting, needy and so fucking wet and my pussy aching for him to fill me again. 

Unable to wait a second longer I reach down and rub my pussy with one hand and he groans. 

I'd never touched myself in front of him when we dated, I was too inexperienced to know how to be sexy, to know what drove a guy mad. 

"Baby" he groans as his cock springs free, hard and ready and he strokes himself as he steps out of his pants and watches me rub my clit. 

"Fuck you look so good" he groans.

"Take your shirt of Annalise..I want to see all of you." he says and I moan as I slip my hand away, and push up and lift my shirt and toss it aside, each of us completely naked. 

He groans as I spread my legs again and slide my hand between my legs, propped up on one elbow as I grasp my breast in that hand. 

"jesus christ" he mutters as he watches me, and I watch him. Each of showing the other what we like, how we get off, how we've both gotten off to thoughts of each other over the past few years. 

"Fuck me" I tell him as I slide two fingers into my pussy.

"annalise" he groans my name, gripping his cock , holding it , not moving his hand and he takes a deep breath. 

"oh god" I moan as I finger myself. 

"you felt so good in that garage" I moan and he strokes himself again, watching me , his eyes on mine. 

"please fuck me Mal" I moan and he groans, getting onto the bed and dropping to his stomach and curling his arms around my thighs, and pulling me to him and he looks up at me growls. 

"not before I taste you."