“Mac.”
Then she kisses me.
Something inside of me settles at the feel of her lips against mine. My soul breathes a sigh of relief at finally being back where I belong.
It isn’t long before my baser instincts kick in and my need for her roars to the surface. I guide her body over me until she’s straddling my legs, bringing her center right over top of my hardening cock.
“Fuck,” I groan, as she settles her hips down onto me. “Tawny. T. You…this…God.”
“I know, Mac. I know.” Her hand flutters down my face and she cups my jaw. I pull back just enough so I can look at her and the relief I see in her eyes tells me this moment means as much to her as it does to me.
“I never stopped loving you.”
The words are whispered, so low I almost miss them. But I can’t miss the hopeful smile that is stretching across her breathtakingly beautiful face.
“Me neither,” I rumble in response before pulling her back to me, desperate to feel her kiss again. This one is different. This isn’t a reunion between our souls, this is a celebration between our hearts. A re-affirmation that everything is as it should be — I am hers and she is mine.
Chapter six
Tawny
My brain stutters. I’m kissing Mac. He’s kissing me. He just said he still loves me. Is this real? I’ve dreamt about Mac and I being together again so many times that part of me is certain this must just be another fantasy. But he feels real. His arms are wrapped around me, his lips gently caressing mine. It’s new and familiar at the same time. I know the contours of his body, how to set him alight with passion, but at the same time he’s different now. Stronger, more dominant, and gentler at the same time. He knows what he’s doing as he plunders my mouth, gently tugging on my lip with his teeth until I open to accept his tongue.
My hands are trapped between us, but I manage to snake one up to reach around his neck. Our kiss turns needy, desperate; we’re both aching for more. My other hand finds its way under his shirt and flattens against his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs ripple under my touch. He groans into my mouth and his hands move down to my ass, gripping it tightly.
“Tawny, I…” Mac’s hands are at the bottom of my sweatshirt, his sweatshirt I suppose, and he’s looking at me questioningly. I nod, and he lifts it up and over my head so that I’m left in just my bra.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he says on a sigh as his eyes and hands travel my body. I’m comfortable with him, more comfortable than I have been with any other partner. He knows me and I know him.
“Touch me, Mac, please, make me feel good.” My voice sounds needy, and I am. My desire is pulsating inside of me, desperate to be quenched.
“T,” he breathes in deeply, “I want to. So much, but we have to talk about this. About us.”
“Talk later.”
I grab at his shirt twisting and pulling it until he helps me get it off of him. Then I slide down onto the floor in between his legs and unbutton his pants, tugging at his briefs until I can free his now rigid length.
“Tawny. Fuck.” Just the barest of touches and I’ve reduced him to growls. I like this. Some wanton part of me takes over and I bend down to take him in my mouth. But I only get a few pumps of my hands and lips before I’m lifted into his arms. He kicks off his pants as he walks down the hall, unerringly finding my old bedroom, where I still sleep.
“I’m not taking you on a couch our first time after reuniting. You deserve better than that.” The words are ground out, as if he’s barely holding back, his restraint slipping. But the way Mac lays me down on the bed is with care and reverence, and when he stretches over top of me, his gaze is full of wonder.
“I don’t know how we got back here, babe, but I’m not taking one minute of it for granted. If this is all we get, I want to make it amazing.”
I don’t have time to think about what he means by that statement before he’s pulled my leggings down and is settling between my legs.
His fingers are slick when he slides them up my seam. I know my arousal is intense and when Mac leans down and nuzzles me, his groan is full of lust and need. His tongue begins to move and I gasp. He’s always been able to tell what I like and what I don’t, and he’s using that knowledge now to drive me wild. The pressure and the heat from his mouth, coupled with the slight burn from the stubble on his cheeks, is a combination of sensations almost too intense for me to handle. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, his name comes out of me in a hoarse cry. He slides two fingers inside of my tight heat and I swear I feel like I could orgasm from that alone.
“Jesus, T, you’re squeezing my fingers so tightly, babe,” he growls as he lifts his head to look at me. His lips are glistening with my essence and I can’t help it, the sight turns me on like nothing else.
“It’s been a while,” I gasp in reply.
“How long?” He cocks his head as his fingers continue to thrust in and out of me, curling upwards slightly to rub against my sweet spot.
“Years.”
I don’t tell him the truth. That I haven’t let another man go down on me since the last time he did it. Sure, I’ve had sex a couple of times, even I’m not strong enough to be celibate for over ten years. But oral sex has always felt too intimate to me and I couldn’t bring myself to let another man get close enough.
Mac returns to what he was doing and whips me into a frenzy. I don’t have control over my own body anymore, my hips are lifting and writhing against his face and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. He’s got one arm holding me in place while the other brings me to the height of my arousal. Just when I think I can’t take it and I’m screaming out his name, he presses up on me from the inside and it’s like he launched a rocket inside of me. My orgasm shatters me, breaks me apart into a million pieces, but he’s there holding me, loving me as I slowly come back down from the highest of highs.
