Mac made a strangled sound and swatted my backside. “I hate when you do that. Give me a warning next time.”
I landed a solid smack to her jeans-covered ass, grinning as she yelped. Then I made my way up the stairs to her bedroom. It reminded me of our first time together. She’d been eager then, too. Hell-bent on getting me out of her system and shoving me from her mind.
We’d come a long way in six months, but not nearly far enough.
Mac laughed as I tossed her down on top of the bed, dark hair fanned out like a siren. I crawled over her, unwilling to have any more space between us.
For long minutes, we just made out, lips eager and hands skimming over each other’s bodies. I could feel her impatience in nails scored along my sides and the tug of her teeth on my bottom lip. But I still wasn’t ready to strip her down and sink into her, no matter how good I knew it would feel.
To appease her restlessness, I lifted her shirt and shifted my attention to her breasts. Pushing down the cups of her lacy bra, I licked and sucked and nibbled her pale flesh, only running my tongue across her pebbled nipples when I felt her hands slip into my hair. I loved how soft Mac was here, a contrast to all the sharp edges she presented to the world. But I knew that somewhere inside lurked a tender heart, fierce for her loved ones but capable of softness too.
I trailed kisses down her stomach, noting that her jeans were already unbuttoned and unzipped, ready and waiting.
Well, she’d have to wait for what she really wanted a little longer. I tugged her pants and underwear down her thighs, and then I settled between them, enjoying another one of her soft places.
“Yes,” she moaned, fingers moving frantically along my scalp, reaching for purchase as I licked her pussy deep and slow. I wanted her to be patient, to enjoy the ride. I wanted her attention and her focus, to really feel the connection between us.
Sex had never been like this for me—not with anyone else. Mac was special, and what we had was important. I just needed her to see it, to feel it, too.
I pushed two fingers slowly inside, relishing the tightness and the moan she let out. Her hips started moving, asking for more. So I gave it to her, suddenly desperate to be the person who met all of her needs.
My focus never wavered. Her pleasure had every bit of my attention as awareness seeped in. All her urgent little sounds, the way her body moved as she climbed higher and higher.
Finally, her limbs tensed, hands tightening in my hair. Then she was coming hard against my tongue, rhythmic pulses around my thrusting fingers. I gentled my touch and finally pulled away, resting my head on her thigh and gazing up the length of her body.
Mac was breathing hard, her face flushed pink in the warm light of her bedroom. And her eyes were on me. I pressed a wet kiss to her inner thigh and smiled.
She smiled back. “Get up here.”
So I did, suddenly helpless to resist whatever Mac wanted.
When I’d undressed and settled on top of her, she grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. I groaned, knowing she was tasting herself on my tongue.
My dick was cradled against her pussy. She was hot and wet and insanely inviting.
Mac gave a tiny roll of her hips and then paused. “I’m on birth control. And I’m healthy. If you wanted to skip the condom.”
I swallowed hard, wanting that and trying hard not to show how much. To feel her bare, with nothing between us.
Instead, I nodded solemnly and said, “If you’re sure?”
“I haven’t done that before, but I wouldn’t have mentioned it if I wasn’t sure.”
I was immensely grateful that she trusted me in this moment and willed her to see that this wasn’t just some hookup. It was more.
Wewere more.
Her gray eyes held a challenge, and as I watched, her hips shifted again, rubbing my length through her center.
I held her gaze as I took myself in hand, guiding the head of my shaft to her entrance. Then I pushed slowly inside.
I could feel the tendons of my neck straining against the pleasure of it as I held myself tightly in check. Trust Mac to get her way—to hurry things along and let her impatience win. Because I was not going to last long in the viselike grip of her sex, in the all-consuming heat, the vital intimacy that had me bowing my head against her shoulder and cursing every bit of how good she felt.
She clenched around me as she laughed. “Did I break you?”
I shook my head. Words weren’t going to happen. My thoughts were fractured into sentence fragments and broken exhalations.Too goodandJesus, fuck. ThenPlease, please keep me.
My movements were tentative at first as I strove to feel everything and commit it to memory. The overwhelming pressure and the generous warmth. The way her red lips shaped my name on a ragged gasp. But then my instincts took over, and my thrusts grew faster and deeper. I ground myself against her, the way I knew she liked, and her legs wrapped around me in answer.
