Once. Twice. Three times. When she didn’t answer, I twisted the knob to see if it was unlocked. It was.
Padding in, desire shot me straight in the cock.
Macy stood with her back to me, wearing nothing but a bra, panties, and please-fuck-me-tonight high heels.
Body swaying to the music, her smooth ass cheeks were on full display, a lacy-black thong hugging her perfect buns. Long hair that normally cascaded down her back, was pinned up, allowing my eyes to feast on the delicious contours of her back and a tiny pink-and-blue butterfly tattoo I had no fucking clue she had. The room was dim, save for the light spilling in from the en-suite bathroom. A black dress lay across the foot of the bed, and when she spun around to retrieve it, her eyes met my lustful ones. Of course, her front view presented more deliciousness than the back: an open-front bra that did very little to hide her perfect tits.
Macy Sinclair was a stunning piece of ass, and I wanted to officially make her mine, transport our relationship to the level it should have been years ago.
“Baby,” I stammered, stupid mouth salivating. “I was just coming in to check on you. It’s almost seven and…”
I stopped talking, lost in the fact she was too beautiful for words as she stood there, heat radiating from her eyes to mine.
Did she want me too? I hoped to God she did.
I ventured close, tentative, like a tiger stalking its next meal. Oh, wait. Ididwant her to be my next meal.
She padded toward me, cat-like stride in sync with mine. Her legs had always been drool-worthy, but perched in those heels? I was done. Heart stopped. Dead on arrival.
“I just need to slip into my dress,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
My cock jumped, or maybe it tried to sucker punch me, pissed off it was still inside my pants instead of deep inside Macy. “You look amazing, baby and, as you can probably tell, I can’t take my eyes off of you right now, or ever.”
We met halfway, the smell of her perfume like a match that set my raging testosterone on fire. Our bodies were flush, the chemistry combustible. Purposely, I refrained from touching her, aware that once my hands got a feel of her soft skin, the chemistry between us would be so combustable, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Her fingers crawled up and down the length of my chest, and part of me wished she’d stop. My throbbing cock became harder to control, a caged beast ready to be set free, ready to explore.
She bit down on her pillowy, gloss-coated lips. “Perhaps we can skip the fancy restaurant? Opt for an all-you-can-eat buffet instead?”
I dragged my gaze over her, admiring each curve, parts I hadn’t yet tasted, the mesmerizing woman rocking every bit of my horny-as-hell world. “Five-star rated?”
She tugged at the hem of my shirt, our noses nudging, soft lips brushing mine. “Dress to impress, birthday suits required.”
Mouth crashing down onto hers, my hands found her ample rump, and it goes without saying: all bets were right the fuck off.
“Get on the bed,” I told her, suggesting she leave everything on, including those strappy heels.
As she sauntered over, I all but ripped my clothes off, stripping down to nothing but boxer briefs, boner proudly representing my last name, eyes glued to her, mouth panting as she climbed onto the bed. Music still played boom-boom base from the tracks, the perfect soundtrack for what we were about to do.
Macy welcomed me with open legs when I climbed onto the bed, our lips, our tongues reuniting, hips grinding, quick to discover their sensual groove as I lowered myself on top of her.
“Baby,” I breathed out. “Even though we talked about it, I want to make sure you’re on the pill—no condom, right?”
“Yes!” She raked her nails down my back. “Pill. No condom. Give me all of you.”
Initiating my southbound journey, I licked the sensitive part of her neck, lingering until she tried, without success, to remove my boxers. “Didn’t we talk about patience the other night? Trust me, baby.” I unhooked the front clasp of her bra. “Taking our time will give us a generous payout.”
Bra open, I admired her tits, perky nipples saluting me, my mouth sucking the right, then the left one, giving both handfuls the equal attention they deserved. She arched her back as I circled it with my tongue, pulling the pebble between my teeth.
“Lucas,” she hummed, “I swear, your mouth and tongue are so gifted, hitting me in all the right places.”
“Wait until you meet my cock.”
On a quest to get to know every inch, her body was like Mars, my tongue the Rover on an erogenous discovery mission.
Pausing at her stomach, I licked the area below the belly button, blowing, then gently grazing, aroused by the fact my barely-there touch erupted a trail of goose bumps along her skin.
“Please,” she bucked her hips. “I…need…you.”
