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“Me too.” He groaned as I shifted my hips and his cock nudged at my entrance. God help me, I was going to pass out.
“Mack,” I whispered, still not quite believing we were here. That after all this time, all these years of never knowing, never admitting I wanted this, wanted him, we were here. “Is this ok?”
“More than okay.” He cupped my face with one hand, my hip with the other, and thrust forward as he kissed me. Our sounds rang out in harmonious pleasure. I absorbed the feeling of stretching, filling, bliss as we lay there breathing each other’s air. He slid back, tortuously slow, then forward again, his mouth never leaving mine. I curled my leg tighter around him as he came forward, our chests flush, our breathing shallow, our tongues tangling. He maintained the maddening rhythm, the slow drag, sending wave upon wave of pleasure tingling through.
“Ride me, Chase,” he said, rolling me on top of him.
I straightened up and sank low. Too much, it was too much. “Oh my god, Mack.”
“I got you,” he purred, hands resting on my hips.
“It’s—”
“Unbelievable. I know, I’m right here with you.” It really was. I gave my hips an experimental rock and moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“More,” he growled.
I did it again.
“Fuck, Chase,more.”
I leaned back and planted my hands on his thighs, letting my head drop back as I found a rhythm. My heart was hammering hard and my breath was short and shallow. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good the first time, was it? I knew we’d been doing other things but this, this feeling was going to render me unconscious.
“So perfect.” Mack’s hands moved up to my ribs then down again, as his hips met me thrust for thrust. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. I want to feel you come.”
“Clit.”
His thumb was there immediately, circling slow with just the right amount of pressure. “There?”
“Yes.”
He circled, pressed, circled again. And holy shit I was balancing on the ledge.
“You want to let go.”
“Yes.”
“Let go, Chase.”
“Mack.”
He drove upwards while keeping the divine pressure on my clit and I toppled, my nails dug into his thighs as my toes curled. It went on and on, and then I was collapsing into a heap on his chest.
Holding me close he spun us over and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. With slow circles of his hips I was once again close to coming, or maybe I was still coming. It wouldn’t have surprised me either way. He leaned in and captured my mouth, his angle shifting, and I saw stars. His shoulders tensed and I knew he was close. I wanted to tell him to let go, too, but my voice had abandoned me, all I had left was nonsensical moans.
“Fuck, I’m—Chase.” He came with a groan so low it rattled my bones and I arched into him letting my body say what my words couldn’t.
We stayed there, wrapped in each other and breathing hard. The weight of him heavy and perfect on top of me. I was in no rush to move, except my hands, which were roaming over his back.
“What do we do now?” I asked, toying with the hair at his nape.
His head popped up an inch or two, just enough to meet my eye, a lazy grin on his face. “Eat breakfast and then do it again.” Kiss. ”And again.” Kiss. “And again, until we need to go back home.”
“We might need fresh coffee.”
“And I should probably find that croissant you tossed so it doesn’t attract rodents.
I laughed. “That was your fault.”
