Hunger for Mac rages through me, my mind almost completely blanking on everything other than the driving need to slam my way inside of her.
I take a deep breath and let it out, attempting to soothe my boiling blood. “I’d never leave you wanting, McKayla,” I tell her earnestly.
Kneeling on the end of the bed, I crawl in between her legs. Reaching out, I finger the edges of her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them to the floor. I put my fingertips in the center of her chest, feeling the erratic rise and fall of her breathing and the pounding of her heart.
Dragging my fingers down, I run them over her stomach, right over her pubic bone, and straight down the center of her pu**y. Warm wetness greets me and Mac arches her back off the bed, making it very easy for me to slide my index finger inside of her.
I push it in, all the way up to my third knuckle while pressing my thumb down on her pelvis.
She cries out like it’s the most amazing feeling in the world to her, and that fascinates me. I watch her face, the way her eyes are closed, her tongue licking at her lips, and the rosy flush on her chest. When her eyes open, she meets my gaze, and we share a mutual understanding in that moment… that it will always feel this amazing between us.
“Watch, Mac,” I command her and nod down to where my hand has just been sitting quietly between her legs. I start to move… in and out of her. I slip another finger inside and pump slowly, sometimes pulling out and rubbing in circular motions around her wet clit. I finger f**k her good, going faster as her breathing gets faster, groaning when she groans, because it is so f**king sexy watching myself drive her crazy just with my hand.
“You like this, Mac?”
She moans low in response.
“Like it when I f**k you with just my fingers?”
Her head shakes back and forth but another lustful moans comes out, and I smile in response.
When I sneak a glance back up at Mac, her eyes are tightly closed, but I’m not surprised. It’s hard to keep focus when you’re inundated with ecstasy.
Pressing two fingers back inside of her, I arch my thumb over and push it down hard against her cl*t and with just a quick, circular motion, she shatters. Her muscles clench hard onto my fingers, sucking me in a little deeper, and spasms wrack her entire body. M
y own c**k leaps and pulses almost in sync with the tremors I feel rumbling against my hand, and a wave of sexual frustration courses through me.
Oh, my God… I want her so bad I’m actually in physical pain. It would be so easy to pull my dick out and ease it inside of her. She wouldn’t say no.
But… that’s all there is tonight. I want her to see that she is more to me than just getting my rocks off.
As I pull my fingers out of Mac, her eyelids flutter open and she looks at me in sleepy satisfaction. Standing up from the bed, I walk to the side and lean over her, pulling the opposite side of the comforter across her body, tucking her in. Her eyes are closed and she’s drifting off as I say, “Goodnight. ”
“Goodnight,” she says softly, and then she’s out.
Chapter 25
“Are you close?” I whisper in Mac’s ear, flexing my h*ps hard so I go in deeper. I’m lying fully on top of her, one of her legs wrapped around my waist, the other is hiked up high by my own arm holding her in place. This position is letting me go deep… I mean, really deep.
Our Friday night date commenced twenty minutes ago and I’m on the verge of blowing already, because this has been way too f**king long in the making. God, it’s been forever since we f**ked.
She nods in response, pressing her face into my shoulder. She licks me, and my balls start to tighten.
“So close,” she murmurs.
I continue to pump inside of her, and I can feel my orgasm starting to ignite. “Me too. I want us to come together. ”
“Yes. Together. ”
I lift my torso off her a tiny bit so I can snake my hand in between our bodies and pinch her clit. She gasps, bucks, and then I start rubbing it. It takes only two strokes and she is fracturing apart underneath of me. She calls my name out… screams it actually, and that causes my orgasm to rip loose.
It tears, shreds, and pulverizes me, and it feels so f**king good.
I come inside of her, over and over again, and murmur her name, “Mac, Mac, Mac,” until I’m dry, empty, and completely wrecked.
Collapsing on top of her, I suck in lungfuls of oxygen and try to get my heart rate down. Reluctantly, I roll off so I don’t crush her with the utter lethargy I feel right now after that bone-charring cl**ax. It’s been so f**king long since I’ve been balls’ deep inside of Mac and that right there may have just been the best orgasm of my life.
We f**ked slow and deliberately, and it was the perfect start to our Friday night date.
Not how I imagined our date beginning, but now I can honestly say… perfect start!
I have to wonder was that orgasm so nuclear because it had been so long, or was it because my feelings for Mac have intensified? I guess I’ll know as soon as I f**k her again, which give me another twenty minutes… and I’ll have my answer.
Mac rolls over and curls into the side of my body, and I pull her up tight against me. Reflecting over this week, I can’t help the contented smile that comes to my face.
Following our first date on Monday, Mac and I spent the week working side by side during the day, and exploring the tender boundaries of our new relationship by night, usually with good food and good conversation.
The only thing missing was sex, but I was bound and determined I wasn’t going to f**k her until at least Friday. For some reason, it was just important that I show her that sex was not my main motivating factor where she was concerned.
Okay, that’s not exactly true. I’m a guy, and as such, men are primarily motivated by sex. If, in an ordinary relationship, Mac asked me if I’d rather talk or f**k, I’m going to choose f**king ten out of ten times. But what I mean, is that I want Mac to see that she is far more than just a fantastic lay. That she is someone I genuinely like. She is someone that I have come to care for a great deal, and I want her to understand it with certainty.
She’s not made it easy on me, though… keeping my hands to myself.