Page 93 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

I dip down and get lost in the softness of her lips and the sweet little whimper that hums across my lips.

We undress each other, until we’re down to our underwear. I hook my thumbs into her waistband, drop to one knee, and tug them down her thighs, then run my hands up the outside of her thighs as I press my lips just below her navel. “I can't wait to put my mouth on you.” My fingers flex on her hip in anticipation. “I’d go down on you all day every day if things like life, and classes, and hockey didn’t get in the way.”

“Don’t forget sleep.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “Plus, you can’t just live on pussy juice.”

“But I could try.”

She laughs as I rise, fingertips skimming the outside of her thighs, until I curve around the soft swell of her ass and lift her, carrying her to the bed. My erection springs free when she pushes my boxers over my hips, and I settle between her thighs. She shifts under me and I glide across soft wet skin, and we make matching needy, relieved sounds.

“I’m starving for the taste of you,” I murmur against her lips, before I kiss a path down her body, pausing at all the sensitive spots that make her writhe and moan. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I lift my gaze to hers and I spread her wide, placing a gentle kiss on her clit.

She strokes my temple. “Are you going to be nice to me?”

"Aren’t I always?” I lick the juncture of her thighs.

“Don’t tease,” she pleads.

“But you make the prettiest sounds when I do, sweetheart.” I drag my tongue through her folds, and she moans. “Just like that.”

“Mac, please.” She rolls her hips and bites her lip.

“Tell me what you need.” I lick her again and wait.

She lifts her head, eyes finding mine as they spark and heat. “I want to be full of your fingers while you suck my clit and make me come until I’m delirious.”

“It’s like you’re inside my head, sweetheart.” She shudders when I cover her clit and circle it with my tongue.

Her hands slide into my hair. “Your mouth is pure magic.”

I grin as she fists the strands. “There’s nothing I love more than watching you come undone for me, Ophelia.” I lap at her, bringing her to the edge, relishing every sweet sound and needy groan until she tumbles into bliss.

When she can’t take any more, I kiss my way back up her body and she winds her arms and legs around me again, pulling my mouth to hers so she can kiss me and suck my tongue.

I pull back and stroke her flushed cheek. “I love you.”

She smiles softly. “I love you, too, Mac. So much.”

I brush my lips over hers. “I’m ready.”

She stills, eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. I want to know how it feels to be inside you. I want to be yours.”

“I want the same,” she whispers.

I kiss her again, soft and sweet, before I open the nightstand drawer and retrieve a condom.

“I'll put it on for you.” Fee plucks the foil square from my fingers, and I fold back on my knees, my hands a little unsteady, not from nerves but anticipation.

She sits up, putting her at eye level with my erection. She grips me in her fist, stroking a few times, eyes on mine as she leans in and kisses the tip. I suck in a breath as she covers the head with her soft lips and circles the ridge with her tongue.

Before I have a chance to issue a warning and my concern that if she keeps going, I won’t last long, she pops off and tears the wrapper, freeing the condom. She places it on the tip and carefully rolls it down my length.

I shudder at her gentle touch as she slides her warm palm up my chest and curves around my shoulder, tugging lightly. “Come to me.”

I stretch out over her and frame her face in my hands. “God I want you, Ophelia.”

“I’m yours.” Her eyes hold the same emotions that fill my heart. And then she reaches between us, guiding me to her entrance. “Nice and slow,” she cajoles, canting her hips up.