Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)

“Oh God, that . . . that’s hot.”

He liked that her voice was less coherent now. He was getting to her, and he could feel her mounting desire. “Earlier I said that if I were there then I would make love to you. The part I left off is that I’d love you so slow and sweet that the sun would come up before I left you alone. I’d want to hear you come, over and over again for me. Do you like that, angel?”

“Yes, you’re turning me on, Mac. You know you are.”

Her voice sounded husky and low, turning Mac on even more. “I’d also want to fuck you quick and hard. I’m aching to sink into you so deep. I want to pound my cock into your soft pussy until you’re calling my name.” Mac gave her a few moments. He could feel her body heating up, her heart pounding hard and erratic. “You’ll have to tell me what you like, or I can’t continue. I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

“I like everything you’re saying right now.”

It was Mac’s turn to chuckle. Crystal obviously did not want him to stop, as she was so quick to answer. Still, he wanted to know in detail what it was she wanted, not just a quick few words from her.

“Not so fast. I want to know what you’re agreeing to. To be sure we’re thinking the same things.” His voice was deep and fervent. “Tell me, do you want me right now? Do you want me to make love to you? Slow and soft, so it takes all night? Or do you want to be fucked first? Hard and fast? So damn deep that it’s unclear where you leave off and I begin?”

“Please, Mac, there’s no way I can make a decision like that.”

Restless now, he demanded, “Touch yourself for me then. Stroke your nipples and play with your clit. Do it for me, Crystal. If I can’t be there, then touch yourself for me.”

“Yes, Mac.”

“What are you doing?” He had a feeling, but he wanted to hear her tell him. He didn’t think she even knew how transparent she was when she was anxious like this. Her voice gave away so much. It was making him insane with lust.

He reached down and took himself in hand. He wanted her so badly it hurt, and if he had to wait until tomorrow night to truly have her underneath him, then his own hand would have to suffice for now.

“I’m playing with myself.” Her breathless reply had him going ramrod stiff. He waited to see if she would say more and he wasn’t disappointed. “I’m doing what you said, I’ve got my breasts in my hands, and I’m . . . massaging.”

“Such amazing tits, too. I love touching you there, because you are so sensitive.” He stroked himself, thinking of what she was doing to herself. Imagining the creamy swell of her breasts, her delicate fingers kneading and stroking. Her dark pink nipples would be puckered and erect, begging him. “Can you feel my mouth on your nipples? I can almost taste your succulent flavor.” He heard her breathing grow rapid, and he continued his onslaught. “I would suck you first, and then bite you. Just tiny bites, enough to make you grab at my hair the way you do when you get all wild.”

“Oh God, Mac. I need you so bad.”

His voice turned hoarse with his own need. “I know, angel. Touch your clit now for me. I need to make you come. I want that pussy well-sated before you slip off to sleep.”

“I am touching myself there. Since you mentioned biting my nipples, I’ve been fondling my clitoris.”

He loved to hear her say the words, because he knew that she’d have to be mad with lust before she could. “Mmm, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now, tell me how hard you want me to fuck you. Do you want it slow? Or would you plead for me to go faster?”

“Yes, I want it fast.”

“I want you to say it, Crystal. Tell me. Give me what I crave.”

His voice was a whip of demand, and she was helpless to defy him. “Damn you, Mac. I want you. Please, I need you to fuck me!”

“Christ, yeah. Anything for you, love, anything.” Mac pumped his dick harder, all the while sending her the exact image she had just requested.

He saw her in his mind on her hands and knees. His strong hands holding her hips still for his powerful thrusts. Her pussy squeezing him, milking him dry.

Suddenly, she cried out and Mac knew she was coming. “That’s it. Fuck, yeah.” Mac pumped his cock once, twice, then soared over the edge with her. Christ, he needed her to be physically with him. He was desperate for her in that moment. He hoped she was imagining him there, in her bed, in her body.

“N-never have I felt anything like that,” Crystal admitted, her voice hoarse from her cries. “That was amazing.”

“I concur.”

“Did you come?” she asked, as if needing to know she wasn’t alone.

“I was right there with you, angel,” he murmured.

Crystal lay atop her sheets, totally spent and relaxed. It was only as the afterglow from her mind-numbing orgasm started to subside that she noticed how quiet Mac had suddenly gotten. “Mac?”

“I’m here, angel.”