Her cunt swallows another inch of me and then another until my cock is fully encased inside the hottest, tightest, wettest sheath ever created. The urge to spend myself is almost overwhelming. I knew I wasn’t going to last, but I didn’t realize I’d be this weak. I take some of the knowledge I’ve learned about her body from our self-pleasuring this past week and apply it. I know she likes her clit pinched. I do that and she lets out a soft moan. I know her tits are sensitive. Bracing myself on one arm, I lean forward and start sucking. Her legs fall open even wider.
“That’s it, darling. Give yourself to me. Let me love you,” I murmur around her delectable nub. “I’ve waited my whole life for this.”
“Oh, Mack. I love you, too.” Her hands thread through my hair, pulling me up so our lips meet. “Take me then. Fuck me like you mean it.”
My mouth crashes down on hers and I jam my tongue into her mouth with the same force as I hammer my cock into her tender pussy. I take her then, because I can’t wait another second. My darling, my Dally, my eternal love that I’ve wanted for so long and I finally get to have her. The wait for my one and only has been worth it. Head spinning, body barely under control, I fuck her like I mean it. Like my whole life depends on it. Like she’s the only sun in my world. Without her I’m nothing. What a miracle it is she lets me have her.
Chapter 15
Dally
I stretch, feeling the soreness in every muscle in my body. It’s a sweet ache that has me letting out a long sigh while melting more into the warm mattress. My body feels heavy and I never want to get up but the smell of bacon has my eyes slowly opening and my stomach coming to life. I roll over, looking at the clock. I already know Mack isn’t in the bed. If he was he would be all over me. Who knew that Mack, the man who didn’t care to be touched except by close family, would end up being a cuddler? Because that’s exactly what he is. If the man wasn’t wrapped around me last night he was inside of me. I couldn’t have imagined my first time to be any more perfect. Although we were desperate for one another the initial time, we spent the rest of the night learning and exploring each other’s bodies. I’m pretty sure Mack now has a mental map of mine.
I sit up when I see it’s already nine o’clock. How the hell did I sleep so late? I grab my phone, checking to see if I have any missed calls or texts. I feel relieved when I don’t find any. It’s weird that my alarm didn’t even go off. I slide my finger across the screen, discovering that the alarm feature has been turned off. I don’t have to ask to know exactly who did that. He likely even used my thumb while I was sleeping to unlock my phone. None of this is shocking to me. Mack always goes for what he wants. He’s made it clear these past few weeks that I’m that. Even after last night, I still worry about what this means for us.
I told him I loved him last night. The words slipped easily past my lips as he was deep inside of me. They felt right in the moment. I’d seen the pleasure in his eyes as I gave them to him. I put down my phone, knowing the lab will be fine without me for a while. I told myself yesterday that I was going to let myself live in the moment and that’s what I’m going to do today. I plan to get more of a taste of Mack. Last night only whetted my appetite for him. I find myself craving his love and affection. I’m falling deeper and deeper down this rabbit hole of love. I don’t care how long it lasts. I’m going to enjoy every second with him that I can and pray if it doesn’t work out that our friendship will remain intact.
I stand, making my way to the bathroom where I try to make myself look human. My hair is a mess and I could probably use a few more hours of sleep but as I gaze in the mirror, I touch my still swollen lips. I look sexy. I’ve never thought of myself that way but Mack makes me feel desirable. I don’t have self-confidence issues, I’ve just never been made to feel this way by a man. Sure, they’ve said I’m attractive but no one has ever looked at me as if they couldn’t live without me. That’s how it feels when Mack looks at me. I’m starting to think that I’m the one that can’t live without him. He is such a big part of my life now that it scares me to think about him not being in it. I push those thoughts away for another time.