“Oh. My...” Macy moaned at the feel of his vibrating tongue. She tried to think of baseball cards or cooking recipes—anything to keep her from coming so soon. His tongue slipped into her center, stretching her almost. She quivered and took deep breaths. The only way she could stop from exploding right now was to go up one more step. But with each step she inched up, Duke was right there, his lips pressing against her lower ones until she made it to the top step.
“Which room?”
“Th-there,” Macy moaned breathlessly.
Duke swept her up into his arms and took her quickly to her bedroom. He placed her squarely on the bed and kicked out of his pants.
A few hours ago, Macy had been ready for this. She had candles going in her room. The chiffon mosquito netting was drawn on three sides of the bed already. Duke took a knee slowly onto the bed. Macy lay on her back and propped herself up by her elbows. She stretched her toe against his chest. Duke turned and pressed the high arch of her inner foot to his mouth and kissed it.
He was built like a Latin god. He had the world’s most beautiful broad shoulders, tapered waist, six-pack abs and powerful thighs, not to mention the world’s most beautiful erection staring right at her. He was playing with something in his hands. Macy glanced down briefly and noticed the foil wrapper. The realization of what they were about to do hit her. It excited her. She wasn’t ready to stop looking at him. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. She sat up farther until she was on her knees and knelt in front of him.
She could feel him shiver as she pressed her lips against his. His hands stroked through her hair down to the small of her back and around her belly. He reached between her legs and felt her ripeness. She was going to die if she didn’t have him right now. Macy reached down for his erection and took it in her hands. He was hard as steel and smooth as velvet at the same time. The tip of his head leaked slightly with evidence he was just as ready for her.
She pulled
away from her kiss and raised one eyebrow at him, daring him to make the next move. “You’ve got me in my room. Now what...” Macy wasn’t sure if she got the enunciation of the t out of her mouth before Duke had grabbed her by her knees and flipped her on her backside again. She lifted her head to laugh and was greeted by his soft mouth nibbling on her bottom lip as he swiftly entered her body.
Her bones in her ankles crackled as she wrapped them around his waist as he drove into her. His body kept such a steady, fast pace she was sure they had run the Kentucky Derby at least four times by now. Duke extended one leg over his shoulder and drove home into her. Her breasts bounced rapidly and wildly. He took a nipple into his mouth as he took the other leg and threw it over his other shoulder. Macy braced one hand down on the mattress under her contorted body. The other hand pulled against the back of his neck.
Duke broke off kissing her breasts and growled. It was primal. It was erotic. Apparently, he felt all the sexual frustrations she’d been experiencing with him, and they both were finally able to let it out. And she did. Her body stumbled with a twitch and Duke moved, if possible, even faster, all the way out and powerfully back in again.
“Let it out,” he whispered in her ear.
She released her scream with the first orgasm. Duke was right behind her, groaning louder and louder, until they both hit the peak of their climaxes at the same time. Chills spread all the way down Macy’s body. She’d never experienced such a thing. It was the most beautiful thing ever.
It wasn’t until they heard the sound of a sanitation truck coming down the street that they got out of the bed. Macy hadn’t realized how tired she was. She also didn’t realize that she had literally spent all night long making love to this beautiful man. They lay in her bed, their hands entwined.
“Please let me explain what happened this evening.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Duke turned on his side. Even though the candles had burned themselves out hours ago, Macy still knew Duke was looking at her. “You don’t want to talk about what we just did?”
“Oh...that’s what you wanted to talk about?”
“I used a condom with you, Macy.”
“I know.” She felt herself blush. “I think I remember putting it on you.” She’d never been the one to do it before, but she’d seen enough episodes of Real Sex to know how to do it.
“It wasn’t because I was worried about getting you pregnant.”
“I know, Duke.” Macy lay on her side and stroked his biceps, remembering Serena had said what big muscles he had. Her hand barely made it around one side of his arm.
“But you saw Kristina...”
Macy sighed into the darkness. “When you first came to the office, you told me that you had a serious illness as a child, resulting in you not being able to have kids.”
“You remembered that?”
“Of course. I also remember you saying how Kristina betrayed you. It didn’t take a genius to figure the rest out.”
“No, I guess not.”
“But I appreciate you trying to protect me tonight anyway.” She scooted closer. “But don’t think I appreciated seeing you two kiss.”
“You were spying?”
“I would hardly call it spying when I was trying to get all the kids returning from the hayride to go to Mario’s neighbors’ and there you two were.”