Queen of Spades (House of Car...

Malcolm's hands rested on the small of her back, offering her almost nude body his warmth. "You're stronger than I could believe possible for what you've been through." he confessed, a small smile on his lips. "But I am afraid I might hurt you."

Alice grinned at him, rising on her tip toes, using her hands on his chest for balance. "Malcolm, who ever said I was going to let you take the lead?" she whispered into his ear. And like that night at the club, carefully bit his earlobe. His hands scrambled against her back a little, then slipped down to her thighs and hoisted her up. Ace wrapped her legs around his hips, trusting him to hold her up. She slid her hands up his chest and nimble fingers undid the rest of the buttons as he walked them over to the bed.

He set her down next to the dark sheets and paused to roll her knee highs down so she could slide them off her feet. It wasn't a sexual act but every tug on her socks made something low in her stomach clench, a growing urgency building between them. Socks discarded, Alice pulled the dress shirt off of him and enjoyed sight of muscles bunching as he pulled his undershirt off, revealing the delicious abs the business clothes disguised. While he was still kneeling down, Malcolm wrapped his arms around her hips and hugged her, face resting against her chest. His fingers massaged into the back of her thighs and Alice let out a shaky gasp. If it felt this good to just touch and hold him, Alice was anticipating how much better it would feel to be with him in bed. Malcolm kissed her still bruised stomach and got back to his feet, delicately claiming her lips while his fingers brushed her hair away.

Ace's fingers shook as she unbuckled his novelty belt and let the dress slacks pile to the floor around his feet. This was as far as they had gotten before, but this time neither one felt like backing away. Malcolm was more than happy to let Alice pushing him down onto the bed, and he scooted back so she'd have room. She crawled over to him, lips kissing his cheek, his neck, down to his chest and teasing along his stomach. When she revered her trajectory and made her way back up, Malcolm finally lost hesitation and sunk a hand into her hair, pulling Alice's lips to his and burning the memory of his lips into her brain.

His hands slid down the muscles of her spine until they met the elastic of her booty shorts. He hesitated for a second, then pushing his fingers under the layer of fabric and lightly dragged his nails down her back and buttocks. Alice's body involuntarily gasped for air as she shook, tingles and goosebumps playing tag on her skin. His steady hands carefully pulled the small layer down her legs and she awkwardly shifted to pull them the rest of the way off and didn't look to see where they landed. Malcolm's boxer-briefs quickly followed and they finally saw each other stripped down and exposed. Malcolm looked eager but cautious and Alice just felt like pouncing on him so he would stop worrying and enjoy. But the bruises on her skin were a visual reminder for Mal to be gentle, so Alice took the lead, even thought she had no clue what she was doing.

She ran her hand up his thigh, fingers and thumb digging into the muscle a little as she slowly moved her palm up. Her thumb stroked the indent where thigh met hips and Malcolm huffed out a breath as his body jerked in response. Having her naked and touching him seemed to be more than enough incentive for his body to spring into

action, and seeing him fully rampant thankfully made her thrilled, not afraid. She wasn't going to let Stuart's abuse keep her afraid anymore. No, Alice had decided that she was gonig to risk everything it took to get what she wanted and what she wanted was Malcolm.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around his member, making him moan softly. "Alice... I'm trying very hard not to take advantage of you right now and let you move at your own speed. But keep doing that and I'm not sure I can keep from acting..." he warned, sucking in another breath as Alice quickly ran a fingernail across the tip.

"Malcolm, hasn't it occurred to you yet that that is exactly what I'm waiting for?" she asked, eyebrow arched. He stared at her, a little wide eyed as she slowly lowered her face to breathe along his excited body part. His eyes closed and his head rolled back when she flicked her tongue out to follow the line her finger traced. "So very noble." she mocked with a smile. Her head slowly bobbed down and Malcolm's back arched with pleasure. It hurt her face to do that though, so she carefully teased him with her mouth, then pulled away.

"Feed my beast hmmm?" Malcolm finally managed to ask, voice thick with desire. Alice smirked up and him and then let out a startled squeak when he grabbed her hips and managed to flip her onto her back. Now he was the one leaning over her body. His puffed out breath onto her stomach, making her give out a shaky laugh. He slowly licked the line of her hipbone, making her mouth go dry and the nervous laugh stop dead. The next place he licked had Alice gasp, her leg jerking in response. He gave a low chuckle, pleased with her reaction and slowly dragged his tongue again.

Alice couldn't stop the strangled moan from escaping when Malcolm settled, face low and mouth teasing. He seemed to enjoy hearing her reaction as his fingers crept up her leg to assist in his goal to 'feed his beast'. She hadn't thought he'd take it so literally but really wasn't complaining as her body started to shiver, a tight pressure building in her gut. Her body tightened down around the feigners he'd slid inside her and she panted out moaning breaths as the muscles inside spasmed and shook, flooding her with sensuous pleasure. She opened her eyes as his weight shifted away, seeing the dark fire in his eyes as he watched her recover from her orgasm. The boy scout he was during the school hours was gone and in his place was the part of Malcolm that had enjoyed the thrills of being a gangster. She could see it in the smirk that stayed on his lips as he ran fingers up her hip and swirled around her stomach.

"I wanted to do that for a while now." he confessed, voice low with promise. "Seeing you quiver like that... mmm." he rolled his lips together as he hummed and Alice felt a blush stain across her cheeks. Her own smirk reappearing as she firmly grabbed his own quivering body part.

"Really? I guess I shall have to discover what else you want to do to me." she replied letting him go to push his shoulder. Malcolm let her push him, settling onto his back while she leaned over his body. Her face still hurt too much to reciprocate, but her hands stroked his body, making his hips twitch and his hand squeeze her thigh.

"Alice..." he breathed, half warning and half pleading. She bit her lips to keep from grinning and moved her hand faster. With a growl Malcolm's control snapped and he grabbed her wrist, rolling them until he lay over top her.

He kissed down her neck, hands digging in lightly as they ran down her sides to grab her hips. He paused, just outside her opening and looked to make sure she was alright with this. Alice didn't want him to hesitate though, her nails dug into her shoulder as she tried to urge him on. He sank into her body slowly, shaking as he tried to restrain his body to a slow pace. Alice moaned a breathy sound as he pushed all the way in. Her legs gripped his body to her, not wanting to let go as his arms wrapped around her back, holding her even tighter to him. He eased out of her, slowly pulling back until just the tip remained, then slid slowly back in, carefully moving his hips to stretch her out and press as far in as possible. He stopped, back shaking as he fought down the urge to go faster.

Alice appreciated his concern, but now that they'd come this far, she didn't want him to be worried. Her face was buried into his shoulder and she sucked some of the skin in, biting it with her teeth. His reaction to the slight pain was to groan, his careful control breaking as his hips bucked, moving in shorter, faster thrusts until he slowed down again. "Malcolm..." Alice groaned, worried he was about to be careful again. But when he shifted to look down at her, Alice saw the fierceness of his possessive gaze and realized that he wasn't stopping out of fear, but to prolong this and drive her over the edge again. She swallowed, reading all that in his gaze, and felt her cheeks heat up again. Her blush seemed to provoke him and his lips crashed to hers, stealing her thoughts and breath away. His hands grabbed her hips and his body started to move harder, slamming into hers. The tight pressure was building in her gut again, making her moan and gasp as her hips started to buck outside of her control, wanting to take more of him in even though she couldn't. His lips moved down her neck and to her shoulder, teeth and tongue adding to the shockwaves of pleasure building in her body.

"Alice..."Malcolm groaned her name, body loosing it's smooth rhythm as he approached his climax. Knowing he was so close made the blush burn across her cheeks again and he saw it, triumph in his eyes as he slammed into her body, toppling over the edge of his climax. Feeling his body pulse inside her, Alice moaned as her body locked down, echoing his orgasim with her own. For a moment afterwards neither one moved, holding each other and panting as heart beats climbed back down from the stratosphere. Malcolm grabbed her close and rolled, keeping their bodies together but settling so Alice was on top of him instead of pinned underneath. His hands cupped her thighs, lightly holding her to him as their bodies slowly pulsed through the ends of their coupling. Alice rested her head on his shoulder, tucked into the corner of his neck and jaw. A languid tiredness stole through her as muscles relaxed and her breathing slowed, nose filled with the scent of their passion and his pulse. His armed wrapped around her back and Alice drifted asleep, still cuddled to his chest.