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“Still not close enough,” I said.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he growled.
He moved so that his mouth was inches from mine, his legs were on either side of me as he stood right in front of the bed. His hands were on the bed practically pinning me between him and the bed.
“And now?” he asked.
“It’s a good start,” I said.
I moved my hands to his back and brought him to me as our lips touched. Need overwhelmed me as I wrapped my arms tightly around him and we tumbled onto the bed. He laughed as we fell but it was a seductive laugh. As if the man knew he had me and he wouldn’t let me go. An idea I was all for.
His hands went to my back as his tongue teased mine. I opened my legs so that he could nestle himself between them and I felt his erection up against my thigh. I sighed at the excitement of it all. I ran my hands down his back and to his shirt, tugging on it. Now that we were in my bedroom, he was wearing too many clothes. I wanted to see him; I wanted to touch him.
Mac glided his hands down my body and to the bottom of my dress. He bunched it up as he took it slowly off my body. Every part of me that he touched burned. I arched into him as I broke from kissing him and pulled his shirt over his head.
He did the same with my dress and when they were both gone, we both leaned back and just looked. He was magnificent, his chest was broad and firm, his stomach lean and strong, and his arms were even bigger than I had imagined.
“Dang,” I said.
“My thoughts exactly,” he said.
He cupped my face in his hands and brought his mouth back to mine and kissed me. I arched towards him and ran my hands up and down his back and to his chest. I wanted to know every line, every muscle, every scar on his body. His muscles quivered under my touch, and it only made me want him more.
Mac lowered me down onto the bed and caressed my back and quickly undid my bra. He tossed it off the bed and then his hands ran down my arms and over to my stomach before gliding back up to my breasts.
He cupped and massaged them with this incredible mixture of gentleness and pressure. I arched into him, wanting to feel more, needing to be closer to him. He kept kissing me, as if the thought of our mouths not touching was too difficult for him to comprehend. He kissed me as if he thought it was the most amazing thing in the world. I kissed him back with equal abandonment. He felt so good, I could have kissed him all night.
I was desperate for more. I wanted to touch him, to feel him pulsing under my hands. I wanted him to feel as good as he was making me feel. I ran my hand down his stomach and between his legs. I found his erection hard and strong, even through his pants. I cupped it in my hands and gave it a good tug. Mac gyrated over me, pushing into my hand and moaning into my mouth. His hands squeezing my breasts harder, massaging them and bringing my nipples to rock-hard peaks.
“Yes, you feel phenomenal,” he groaned.
He moved his mouth to my neck, licking, sucking, and kissing his way down to my breasts. When he took my right breast in his mouth, I cried out and tugged on him hard. I almost forgot to breathe because what he was doing felt that good. He laughed as he flicked my nipple with his tongue and moved to my left.
I closed my eyes and let myself be overcome by the feelings he was invoking in me. I stroked him one more time but knew that wasn’t going to be enough for me or for him. I undid his pants and unzipped them, letting out a startled laugh when I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
His erection sprang out in my hand, and I grasped it tightly as I stroked him. Mac moaned into my breast as his right-hand massaged and kneaded my breasts as his other hand moved down and between my legs. When he slid his finger under my panties and inside me, it was my turn to moan, to cry out, to gyrate under him.
“Mac!” I cried out.
My body tightened around him as his thumb found my clit and gave it the slightest bit of pressure. I was so wet and ready for him, I thought I would come right then and there. I had never had a man who could do so much for me, make me feel so much so quickly.
He laughed softly into my breasts and then lifted his head up to look at me. “I’ve only just begun, my love,” he said.
I didn’t have time to contemplate how he had called me, “my love,” as he moved his way down my stomach, sending my senses into overdrive. He continued to move first one finger and then another in and out of me while his thumb gave the exquisite torture of putting the lightest pressure on my clit.
He kissed, licked, and teased his way down my stomach. As he did, I lost hold of his erection and I almost cried out in frustration, but then his lips were between my legs and I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. I lifted my legs up and opened myself up to him. My hands went to my face, and I covered it with my hands. He moved his hands to my breasts as he started to pleasure me.
His tongue was beyond skilled as he flicked and teased it along my opening and around my clit. My hips moved in time with his tongue. Each flick, each movement, took me a bit higher to the point that I thought I would burst. I wanted to burst.
I had never felt so aware of my own body, my own needs, my own desires, as I did then. I had lovers before, but none had been as skilled, so in tune to me as Mac was.
My hands reached out and clung to the bedsheets, needing to hold on to something, anything, as he pleasured me. My legs pushed on his head as I went higher and higher. The need to find my release started to overwhelm me. I moved faster underneath him knowing it was just out of reach.
I might have called out his name, I might have told him never to stop. I have no idea what I said. All I knew was that when my orgasm came it was so sudden and so intense, I felt as if I had been shattered into a thousand pieces. My body convulsed around him as my hands tugged on the bedsheets and let the most intense and dazzling orgasm of my life take over my body. I had never come so fast or so hard before, and it took me a few minutes to come down. Eventually, I did and I slowly dropped my legs away from Mac’s head and my hips went back to the bed. My hands unclenched the bedsheet, and I somehow found the energy to lift my head to look at Mac.
His hands were still on my breast, teasing them lightly and his head was resting on my thigh as he looked at me. He had such a content look on his face, I thought for a second he was the one who had experienced that incredible orgasm, not me.
“How you doing?” he asked.
