My Only One
I feel myself become slick with desire at his direction. I lean back and spread my legs to show him what belongs to him. To let him see what no other man has ever seen before. A place that has only ever ached for him. It’s how I know that he’s the one.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Perfect. Show me how you pleasure yourself.” I’m a little hesitant at first but I reach down and rub my clit the way I usually do when I’m alone, pretending that it’s Mack’s thick fingers that are giving me the pleasure. A scenario that I’m familiar with since he’s the one that I fantasize about when I’m alone at night. “Eyes on me.” His rough voice startles me, causing my eyes to fly back open. I hadn’t realized they’d started to close.
“Is this what you want to see, Mack.” My gaze remains on his as I lift my other hand to my mouth and lick the tips of my fingers. I bring them down to my breast and tease my pert nipple with them as I continue to rub my pussy. His mouth felt so much better than my fingers but this will have to do for now. How long did the doctor say he’d be out of commission? Right now I can’t remember anything but Mack.
His strokes become faster as I bring myself closer to orgasm. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced and he’s not even touching me. Thoughts of how it will be when he’s the one doing this to me have me throwing my head back and shouting his name as my body shudders with orgasm. I come so hard that I swear I almost come out of my skin. I fall back into the chair, my breathing still heavy.
“Fuck!” I hear him growl, bringing me out of my sexual haze. I look over to him. He seems ready to bound out of bed to get a piece of me. I react without thinking and before I know it, I’m out of the chair and approaching his bedside. That invisible string pulling me to him again. His hand is gripping his cock tight but he’s not stroking himself. He’s holding back. I lean down and our mouths crash together. We kiss as if we’re starved for one another. I break the kiss as Mack tries to reach for me with his other hand. The one he knows he can’t use due to where he was shot.
“You’re not allowed to use that hand and you know it. Doctor’s orders.” I give him a stern look as I stand here in my birthday suit.
“Maybe you should help me. Since I’m injured and all.” His hand begins to stroke his cock again. When he sees that I’m reaching for it, he lets it go, allowing me to take it in my hand. It’s soft and smooth to the touch. Also hard as a rock. Almost angry looking. It jerks in my hand. I begin stroking him the same as I watched him do. I look to his face to see his reaction. His eyes stay glued to mine as I pleasure him. My strokes become faster, wanting to make him come. I have a need to give him the same pleasure he gave me without having to even touch me. I wish I could put my lips around him and allow his hot seed to fill my mouth. To find out what he tastes like there too.
“Dip your fingers in your tight little pussy for me. Get them nice and wet. I want a taste. Give it to me.” His perverted words light my body on fire. I continue to stroke him, letting my other hand slip between my thighs my fingers easily getting wet. My thighs are covered in my orgasm. I realize how worked up he’s gotten me. I’ve never been this wet in my life.
I bring my fingers to his mouth, and his tongue comes out and licks my pleasure off of my fingertips. His eyes close as he savors it. I feel his body tighten. He groans out my name as his hot cum coats my hand and his stomach. When his eyes open they immediately look down to where my hand still holds his cock. I release him and lift my fingers to my mouth, wanting to taste him as he did me. His gaze is locked on me as I lick his cum from my fingers. I have no idea how we are going to make it two weeks without sex but I think Mack will come up with all kinds of ideas based on what happened today. I look forward to each and every one of them.
Chapter 12
Mack
“Should you really be up and around?” Quinn asks. “Your doctor said you should rest for two weeks.”