revmeup | call me out

Harley mumbles agreement, on both counts. Her lashes flutter against his skin as she moves to another spot to leave another mark.

She wouldn't mind a few marks of her own, would even welcome it, but not until she finishes this job. Maybe she'll suggest it to him.

"I love you," she whispers against his throat, over and over. She hasn't said it since Niagara Falls and apparently needs to make up for lost time.

"That's the first time you've said since we were away," he says, picking up on that immediately. "I'm sorry to make you wait so long." It's music to his ears though and he closes his eyes as Harley's lips ghost over his skin.

"I said that you look beautiful, but what I think I meant is that you look incredibly sexy in that," Malcolm tells her. It's an outfit that shows off all of her best physical features, especially her legs.

"You like it that much?" Of course he does. Harley picked out every piece of her look specifically to get a rise out of him. "Then I'll leave it on when you bend me over this sofa and fuck my brains out."

Her voice is getting a rough edge of lust and she nips at his earlobe after she says it.

"I think I'd have to be blind not to like it," he replies. There's not much to the dress. It's short, dips low in the front, and has no back. It looks absolutely amazing on her.

Malcolm lets out a low moan at her words and the way she nibbles at his earlobe. "Yeah?" he replies, his own voice getting rougher. "Is that what I'm going to do to you?" One of his hands starts to slide up her inner thigh.

Harley kisses him with a grin, catching his lip lightly between her teeth before dipping her tongue into his mouth.

"That's exactly what you're gonna do," she coos as she shifts her legs further apart to encourage his touch. Her own hand rubs him through the front of his trousers. "Because you love me."

"I do," he confirms. "I love you very much."

Malcolm moans low in his throat when Harley starts touching him. Reaching under her dress, he grips the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them down her legs. They're lacy and black, the sort of thing she looks incredible in, the sort of thing his mother probably found on the floor that morning.

Once the underwear is off, he puts his hand back between her legs and rubs his fingers through her wetness. Sometimes he can't believe how quickly he's able to turn her on.

Harley nearly whimpers when he says the L word. It's way too obvious she hasn't heard it nearly enough in her life, but she's well past the point of trying to put up a front with Malcolm.

"I'm so ready for you. Please don't make me wait."

She undoes his belt and the front of his trousers with nimble fingers so she can stroke him to full hardness.

He looks forward to being able to tell her that every day from now on. Malcolm leans his head back against the couch and moans a gentle sigh when Harley starts stroking him. He hasn't been with a ton of women in his life, but nobody has made him feel like she does.

Before he pushes his pants down and out of the way, he reaches for his wallet. Thank God he keeps remembering to put a new condom in there because the two of them go through them like tissues. Malcolm hands her the packet, letting her do the honors.

"I really gotta get the implant or somethin'," Harley mutters as she rips the foil open and drops the wrapper on the floor. She kisses him deep and slow as she unrolls the condom down his erection.

Then she cruelly slides to the other end of the sofa.

"If you want to fuck me, come here and take me. Make me yours, Malcolm. All yours, and only yours."

A sly smile crosses his lips as he watches her scoot away from him. He gets up and slowly starts advancing on her. "Yeah? You want me to bend you over this sofa, right? You're my girl now. All mine."

Malcolm quickly grabs her around the waist and tugs her back towards the middle of the couch, flipping her over in the process.

The hem of her dress slides up to her hips as pulls her towards him. She squeals in delight that Malcolm is playing along with this game.

"Yes," she moans, agreeing to being manhandled and being his. She catches herself on the couch when he flips her and wiggles her hips. "Give it to me. Now. Please."

He positions them with him on his knees behind her as he pushes her dress up her back. After lining his cock up to her entrance, he slides in. She's wet enough to not offer any resistance.

"Mmmm," he moans lightly, leaning down so that he can kiss and nibble at her earlobe. "I loved that squeal you made... love all the noises you make when we fuck. My beautiful Harley..."

Malcolm rocks his hips forward, starting a slow pace for now. It won't be long until he'll have to pick it up so he doesn't go out of his mind.

The moan that comes out of Harley when he pushes in is worthy of a worldclass porno. She pushes her hips back, obviously also about to go out of her mind if he keeps it slow.

"Malcolm," she whines, "I'm yours, I'm all yours. God, I love you, Malcolm!"

That moan goes straight to his cock, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. "Damn," he says. "You're so hot. I love you too."

Reaching down, he grabs a hold of her hips so that he can thrust harder up into her. The couch rocks underneath them as they move. Once he's sure they're steady, he tugs down the top of her dress and pulls out one of her breasts, cupping it in his hand.

Harley arches underneath him and moans again. One of her hands covers his and squeezes, showing him how she wants to be touched.

"Fuck yeah, just like this. Keep going. This is exactly what I need."

Her thighs are starting to tense and her grip on the back of the couch is white knuckled.

Malcolm loves giving her what she needs. She's got him entirely wrapped around her finger. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was doing that on purpose, making him fall in love with her to then turn on him later. Malcolm's read her though. He knows she's being honest with him. For once, he's letting go of his doubts.

He squeezes her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You're mine," he tells her again. "I'm never letting you go." The thrusts grow rougher now as Malcolm starts to lose himself inside of her. The sound of his hips crashing against hers fills his apartment.

Harley writhes beneath him and cries out with every thrust, every pinch, every fervent promise.

"I'm yours," she answers between hot, ragged puffs of breath. "Always, always, always yours."

Her fingers sneak between her legs, rubbing fast circles over her clit as he pounds away. Sex with Malcolm has always been amazing, but it's never been like this. He loves her and he needs her and, okay yes she knows sex shouldn't be the validation she seeks in their relationship, but it's still so fucking nice.

"Fuck," he whispers, slowing the pace of his hips only so he can help her sit up. Malcolm wants to be able to feel her body against his. This position, while absolutely lovely for his cock, doesn't give him enough contact with the rest of her.

Once she's got her head leaned back on his shoulder, he grips her hips tightly and increases his speed again. "Harley..." Malcolm nibbles on her earlobe. "God, you're perfect. I love you."

The muscles in his legs start to tighten and he can feel himself getting close.

Like this, Harley thinks she can feel the beat of his heart against her back but it may just be her own pounding hard enough to burst.

"Malcolm, I--"

She reaches back and tangles one hand in his hair, her other still working at a frantic pace between her legs. But it's his teeth on her ear and his voice that pushes her over the edge of orgasm.

She comes with a sharp gasp of air and a shudder in her legs.

"Yes!" he says as he feels her on the precipice. "Come for me..." Malcolm gazes down her body, watching her hand moving between her legs. The sight of her touching herself and the feeling of her body contracting against his send him spiraling into bliss.

He holds on to her tightly as the orgasm rushes through him, burying his face in her hair as he moans. Maybe it's because of what he feels for her, but sex with her is undoubtedly the best he's ever had.

Malcolm reaches out for leverage against the arm of the couch as both of them come down and catch their breaths. He tilts Harley's face towards his and brushes his lips against hers.

Harley's lips curl into a smile when he kisses her and she sighs happily. She's practically boneless in his arms.

"That ... was so hot." She chuckles and pops her fingers in her mouth to lick them clean.

Harley shifts to face him and slip her arms around his waist.

"I love you, Malcolm Bright, and if you're feeling up to it there's something else I want to do with you tonight."

It was hot. They'd had some amazing sex before, but there was something special about that, as spurred on as it had been by his admission of love. Malcolm holds her close, burying his nose in her hair.

"Oh yeah?" he asks. "I'm intrigued."

Harley pulls his shirt up to touch his skin. Her nails drag lightly up his sides.

"I want to sleep with you. In the same bed."

That causes his smile to fall. "Harley..." He sighs. "I know you can defend yourself, but I don't want to unwittingly attack you in my sleep. I don't want to fight you." Honestly, because he'd probably lose. "Even wearing the restraints I might still hurt you."

The memory of how he had almost stabbed Eve is all too vivid. Granted, he hadn't been wearing his restraints at the time. At least he wouldn't be able to get to a knife if he was strapped in.

Harley kisses the corner of his mouth to turn that frown upside down. Her touch under his shirt shifts from teasing to soothing.

"I know you're scared of hurting me, but I know how to restrain a patient in crisis. You won't hurt me." Granted, they have wildly different thresholds for what might count as damage.

"We can do it in steps. Set an alarm for, like, half an hour, and see how that goes. I want to at least try."

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