Confessions of a Litigation God

Fuck… the promise in her voice sent lust through body, straight through to my cock, and I started to get hard. I pulled one of the wine bottles from the rack beside my refrigerator and opened it. Swallowing hard, I poured a glass and told her, “We’re both getting lucky tonight. ”

Taking the glass from my hand, she murmured, “You’re very good at this. ”

“What’s that?” I asked her, watching her over the rim of my glass as I took a sip.

“Dating me… trying to give me a relationship. It’s more than I expected, so thank you. ”

Okay, that was it… she could look like a million bucks, rock the sexy factor all night long, make sexual innuendo that had my blood firing hot, and I still might have made it through dinner without touching her. But hearing the tone of her voice… how grateful and proud she was of me that I was giving our relationship a chance, about had my knees buckling with painful need.

Setting my wineglass down, I walked up to Mac and took her free hand, pressing my lips to the inside of her wrist. I could feel her pulse leap against me.

With my other hand, I took her wineglass away and set it on the counter. “You know, I told myself I wasn’t going to touch you when you got here, but when I opened my door and saw you, I knew that was a lie. ”

I took her other wrist and pulled it to my mouth, this time licking it first, then giving it a soft kiss, causing Mac to gasp. “Then I told myself I would wait until after dinner to have you, but now… touching you… tasting you like this…” I kissed her wrist again. “Well, I knew that was lie, too. ”

Dropping only one of her hands, I turned and walked to my oven, pulling her along with me. Shutting the heat off, I didn’t say a word, just led Mac out of the kitchen, through my living room, and back to my bedroom. I walked up to the edge of my bed and turned her around.

I liked seeing her standing in front of my bed… in my room.

Framing her face with my hands, I pulled her toward me and conveyed to her my feelings with a kiss. That I really liked her in my bedroom, standing in front of my bed.

I deepened the kiss so it told her that I would like it more to have her laying on it, spread eagled and naked.

I let my hands roam everywhere, because I had been deprived of touching her for too long.

Digging my fingers into her hip, I pulled her close, so my erection just lightly touched against her stomach.

I palmed one of her br**sts, gently squeezing it.

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sp; I trailed my fingers lightly over her collarbone, across her shoulder, and down the outside of her arm.

All of these touches were so gentle but make no mistake about it… I was vibrating with need. Mac was too, for that matter, because she was the one that stepped in closer to rub against my dick. She was the one that urgently whispered, “More,” and when I didn’t give it to her, she whispered, “Please”.

I finally relented, pulled her blouse over her head, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I didn’t take any time to appreciate the silk and lace, because those were just wrappings around my real present.

Mac’s hands slipped into my hair as I knelt before her to take her jeans off. I kissed her stomach when I popped the button, flicking my tongue against her skin. She tasted f**king delectable and smelled even better.

I pulled the zipper down and shoved the denim to mid-thigh, but I couldn’t help myself. Rather than pull them all the way off, I grabbed ahold of her ass to pull her forward… stuck my face right into the apex of her thighs… put my nose right up against the silk and lace of her panties, and inhaled deeply.

Mac’s nails dug in to my scalp and she murmured, “Oh God. ”

Not God, babe.

Matt Fucking Connover.

The rest of our clothes came off in a hurry because I was fueled by her scent and the fact that her panties were already damp. We ended up in the middle of my bed in a tangle of limbs, and my hands were on a mission to touch as much of her as possible.

I smoothed my hands along the outside of her legs, while my lips and tongue worked at her ni**les. She responded by clasping my head tighter to her breast and gyrating her h*ps against me. Moving one hand between her legs, I sunk two fingers into her while pinching a nipple with the other hand.

Looking at her face while I fingered her gently, I told her, “You’re perfect, Mac. Just f**king perfect. Beyond beautiful. ”

Her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes went liquid soft. She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off with a kiss as I rolled on top of her and settled between her legs. We stared at each other a moment, and then I pushed into her. She was wet, open, and as eager for me to be inside of her as I was to get there.

We thrust against each other in perfect unison, her h*ps moving counter to mine in a slow mating dance. We stared at each other a moment, feeling our connection start to cement a little harder. Slipping one arm down under her leg, I captured it in the crook of my elbow and lifted it high. Mac has always been super flexible and this new position allowed me to angle my h*ps and sink deeper into her.

It was like I couldn’t get deep enough. I pulled out and pushed back in, even a little deeper. I told her I was close, and she said she was too. I rubbed her clit, knowing just the right amount of pressure to set her off.

She came and screamed my name.

I told her, “Heaven… this is what Heaven must feel like. ”

Then I had the most supremely strong orgasm, following right along behind hers. I chanted my mantra, murmuring her name reverently. And I was thankful for the perfectness of the moment.

Now she’s curled up into my side, and I am utterly content and relaxed.

Yeah… this f**king date started off perfectly.

“So… has Bill said anything else to you?” Mac says as she traces her fingers in circles on my chest.

I snicker to myself as I think about what happened this afternoon when Bill caught Mac and me together in a compromising position.

Mac came to my office this afternoon to insist I get up and go for a short walk. I had worked right through lunch, and she was apparently trying to teach me the benefits of relaxation.

“What? In the middle of a workday?” I had asked her in mock skepticism.

She just rolled her eyes at me and said, “Shocker, yes, but people are allowed to take breaks in their work day. You and I have been at it for seven hours straight already, and neither one of us took lunch. Let’s go take a short walk to stretch our legs, and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee. ”

Rubbing a contemplative finger across my chin, I grudgingly admitted, “I can see merit to this idea. ”