“I was thinking we could go for a coastal drive next weekend. It’s been ages since I’ve been around the NC500,” she called from the kitchen.
I’d take her anywhere. I walked into the kitchen. “Aye, sounds like a plan.”
She kept her back to me as she moved about, filling her coffee machine with water before placing it back on its holder.
“We could stop by Morag’s and grab stuff for a picnic, maybe find a nice spot to have lunch.”
“Absolutely,” I murmured.
“And I was thinking—oh.” She startled, turning her head to look up at me as I cradled her hips in my hands and pressed her into the counter. Her eyes flared as she felt my arousal digging into her arse. “Oh.” This time she said it so breathy, I grew impossibly harder.
Cupping her jaw in my hand, I tilted her head so I could kiss her. Hard. Deep. Until she panted into my mouth with excitement. Grinding into her arse, I groaned at the feel of her undulating against me.
“Mac …” She broke the kiss for air, her chest heaving.
Still holding her hip, I smoothed my other hand up her stomach, over the silk of her shirt, and I cupped one of her gorgeous tits. Feeling her, caressing her, learning her.
“Mackennon.” Arro arched her back, resting her head on my upper chest.
“You make me feel like a boy again,” I murmured in her ear. “I’m walking around with a constant hard-on for you. It’s ridiculous.”
She smiled, a sultry tilting of her lips, utterly smug. “Well …” She slipped her hand behind her to push between us, rubbing over my cock. “Maybe we should do something about that.”
I kissed her voraciously, needing her taste on my tongue as I took both her hands and placed her palms flat on the kitchen counter. I released her mouth to order, “Keep them there.”
She nodded, chest heaving with anticipation.
Reaching for the hem of that tight skirt, I smoothed it upward until it bunched around her waist. I stepped back slightly to take in the sight of her lace-covered arse. Her perfect, tight, round arse. I caressed her, her breathing loud and shallow. Squeezing her, I leaned back in to murmur in her ear, “One day, you might let me fuck that glorious arse of yours.”
Arro moaned at the thought.
Duly noted.
Raging hot, hard as a steel pike, I peeled her knickers down and stopped them at her knees, enjoying the visual far too much. Then I gently caressed between her thighs, finding her clit. She was slick with arousal.
Fuck, that was satisfying. Understatement.
“Oh.” Arro bowed against the counter as I circled her clit, pressing hard, rolling my thumb. “Oh, Mac, oh, oh, God …” Her nails curled into the counter as she stiffened against me and then cried out in climax.
I released her as she sagged but only to unzip and push my trousers and underwear to my ankles. I quickly sheathed a condom I’d carried in my wallet.
Gripping her hip, I pushed her feet apart, stretching her knickers … and I thrust into her.
“Argh!” Arro arched her back as her tight, wet heat squeezed around me.
“Fuck.” I stilled a minute, already about to blow. “Look at me.”
Arro tilted her head upward, her lids low with lust. I kissed her, tongue tangling with hers as I caressed her tit, teasing her nipple between my finger and thumb, all the while throbbing inside her tight channel. Her inner muscles squeezed around me, and I grunted as sensation seized me.
I could wait no more.
I broke the kiss and fucked her as I’d fantasized about doing for far too long.
Gripping her hips in my hands, I yanked her ass toward me and pumped in and out, my balls drawing up with each drive into her.
“Arro!” I panted, my grip almost bruising as I watched my dick move inside her. “You feel incredible.”
“Harder,” she begged, gripping the counter. “Mackennon, harder.”