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“Is it weird, that I have that?” he says.
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Your initial.”
I gasp and take a step back. It makes sense now, the four leaf clover. I can’t believe he got that because of me, and on such a prominent part of his body.
“You got that because of me?” I say, still not quite able to believe it.
“I wanted something to remember you by. I wasn’t sure if I would ever see you again after high school.”
“It’s not weird at all. I’m flattered.”
And to show him just how flattered I am, I kiss his chest, run my tongue across his small nipples, watch them harden. My hand slips between his legs to feel the other hard thing. It jerks under my touch and Mac sucks in a breath, and lets it out on a low moan.
He lifts me into his arms. Despite us both being wet, he holds me firm, and presses me against the tiled wall. My legs wrap around his powerful waist. With him being wet, his muscles are more evident. His entire body ripples with them. The juxtaposition of his hard and my soft is so interesting to see. My body, so full of curves, and his, so angular and structured. As if we were drawings and the artist started off with a ruler when making Mac, and got drunker, his wrist looser, when making me.
Mac envelops my mouth with his. Our tongues slide together, exploring the way our hands had. His mouth is wet, warm, eager. Sometimes when you kiss someone new, it can be awkward. They close their mouth while you open yours. Or you move too fast and your teeth clink together like a toast at a wedding. Cheers.
But that’s not how it is with me and Mac. Our mouths and tongues move in sync. Like he’s inside my head and knows my every move. It’s a delicate dance that we picked up so well even though we haven’t been together long. Some people just have chemistry, and ours is explosive.
He strokes the side of my face when we kiss. It’s just a simple gesture, but I love the way he does it. I love the way it makes me feel. Reaching down, he holds my ass in his hands and adjusts his stance. The head of his cock is right at my opening. I’m beyond ready for him.
He enters me in one swift, delicious thrust. I gasp and he takes my bottom lip between his teeth. He’s so strong. Able to hold me up and fuck me at the same time. I hang onto his shoulders, kissing his neck, licking, biting, begging him not to stop.
His body is too slick for me to keep clinging to him, so I let my legs down. He turns me around and enters me from behind. I lift my leg up onto the soap cradle to open myself up, giving him easier access.
“God, you feel so good,” he says.
My moans echo in the tiled room. I feel increasingly, blissfully dizzy as he jackhammers into me.
“I want you all to myself,” he says. He wraps his arms tight around my waist as if to punctuate this fact. “No one else can have you.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” I breathe.
“The things I want to do to you …” His voice trails off as he pushes harder into my depths. He pins me to the wall, using his hips to hold me there. He grabs my arms, holding them behind my back, pushing into me with short, hard bursts.
He slows, then stops. At first I think it’s over, that he’s finished, but then he says, “I can’t do all the things I want to do to you in here.”
We get out of the shower without drying off. The bed is too far, and to we land on the floor right outside the doorway of the bathroom, half in, half out. I’m on my back on the carpet while he hovers over me, still mostly in the bathroom. I lift my legs and prop them up on the door jam of the bathroom entrance, blocking him from getting out. He stares down at my spread open pussy and wipes drool from his lips. The bright bathroom light rains down, exposing everything. I’m no longer embarrassed of my body. He’s seen it all, and he’s appreciated it all. Now I’m able to give it all without hesitation.
He slides a finger inside of me, stroking the silky pink folds. The tip of his finger hooks, dragging across my g-spot and stunting my mind of all thought. The only thing left rattling around in my empty brain is sensation. All I can think about is what I have to do to bring him and myself more pleasure. I don’t care what it takes or what I have to do as long as we’re both consumed by it.
He leans over and sucks my clit while fingering me. Crazy noises burst from my mouth, and I sound deranged. But I can’t help it. I’m stupid with love.
He sits up, his mouth slick with my juices, and licks it off. Not leaving a drop behind.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I tell him.
I start to sit up so I can move toward him, but he holds me down. He leans over the top of me, moves until his hips hover above my head. That beautiful dick dangles there in front of my face, lovely and delicious. Using his hand as a guide, he points the head at my lips. I open my mouth and he feeds it to me.
The salty slipperiness dribbling from the head of his cock coats my mouth and throat so that he glides in and out with ease. I choke and gag and moan as he thoroughly fucks my face. When he pulls out, I swallow the saliva that had settled in my throat. I’ve never really liked the taste of a man before, but with Mac, I can’t get enough.
“More,” I beg.
He gives it to me again. Sliding all the way in until my nose is buried in the dark thatch of pubic hair. He smells like my pussy and tastes like it too. Which only turns me on more.
He pulls out of my mouth and I gasp for breath.
“Can we try something a little different?” he asks.
“Anything,” I say automatically.
I feel so dirty and cock-hungry right now. I’m willing to do anything with him, no matter what it is.
He gets up off the ground and steps over me, heading toward the night stand by the bed. Inside he grabs a bottle of something. When he comes back I can see it’s a bottle of lube. At first I assume he’s going to masturbate with it in front of me, which is definitely hot, but nothing I haven’t seen from him before considering that’s exactly what drove me out my window and over here in the first place.
But that’s not what he does with it.
He goes back to his position between my legs, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. I’m still laying on the carpet, my feet on the wall of either side of the door. Still completely exposed to him.
I start to get nervous. He doesn’t need lube to fuck me. I’m plenty wet for that. He must have something else in mind.
He puts the bottle of lube in his lap and spreads my ass cheeks apart. I feel my back entrance flex as it’s exposed to the air. Not going to lie, it’s a bit weird to have someone looking at me there. That’s just one of those places that doesn’t get much attention. I trust him, though, so I don’t try to hide myself.
Bending over, he sticks out his tongue and starts to lick the delicate opening. I whimper at this strange sensation, my thoughts foggy with a mixture of pleasure and something a bit uncomfortable. His tongue moves in slow circles, and suddenly any discomfort I’d felt melts away. It feels so good. He tries to push his tongue into me, but it’s too tight. He has to settle with exploring the surface.
“Have you ever tri
ed anal before,” he says in a seductive voice.
Shyly, I shake my head. “No.”
“Do you want to?”
“Will it hurt?”
I know a lot of girls who don’t like anal, or even the idea of it. I’m not one of them. In fact, I’ve always been curious about it. I like to watch porn sometimes when I’m feeling frisky, and the anal scenes are my favorite. It’s so dirty and taboo. Both the men and women in those videos seem to like it. But then again—though bad—they are still actors. They’re paid to make it look fun even if it isn’t. That’s the only thing holding me back. My only real concern is the pain.
“It won’t hurt if we do it right,” he assures me. “As long as you’re turned on and relaxed, and we use a lot of lube, it should feel good. I’ll make sure you’re nice and loosened up before anything goes in there.”
I glance at his huge cock with its big mushroom head. I really hope so
“I want to try it,” I tell him.
His comforting smile clears up any apprehension I might’ve had. He slathers his finger with lube, but doesn’t push it in right away. Instead he rubs it on the opening, pressing a little, testing.
“Relax,” he says.
I realize I’m holding my breath and clenching my cheeks. Taking in a long, deep breath, I slowly let it out. The tip of his finger slides in and stops at the first knuckle. I let out a startled sound, but try not to tense up.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m good. Keep going.”
It feels so strange, but not painful at all. He wiggles his finger around and that feels really weird, but kind of good in an alien sort of way. He pushes and stretches my opening until it feels more good than weird. Until I’m actually really loving the sensation of it.
“Do you think you can take more?” he asks.
“I think so.”
“That’s my girl,” he says.
He puts both of my ankles on either side of his shoulders, then goes back to fingering my back hole. Just the tip for a while, but then he slides the whole thing in.
“Holy shit,” I say. “Oh, fuck.”
A smile twists Mac’s lips. “Everything all right?”
