I felt his knuckles graze the heated skin of my chest as he moved lower and lower until my shirt lay open. I swallowed hard as I pictured him examining every inch of exposed skin with his hungry gaze.
My heartbeat sped up as his hands moved to cup my bra-covered breasts. Even though he was a writer, I knew his hands were big and strong from physical work on the family farm. Once he'd even called himself a gentleman farmer -- followed by a self-deprecating chuckle.
"Mmmmm," Mac said. Or was it me?
Before I knew what was happening, I felt him tug my bra aside and bring his face to my breast. His breath felt warm and tingling on my already tingling, heated skin. Then his lips grazed my skin above my bra, warm and slightly moist. Then I felt his tongue.
"Mac!"
My hips arched toward him as he unhooked my bra and ran his tongue around my areola, then flicked it back and forth across my erect nipple. I wanted to scream out loud and yet I wanted more.
I ran my fingers through his hair and brought his head closer to my breast. He did as I wordlessly bid him to do, lightly biting my nipples, then sucking hard, followed by light flicks across the entire surface of my breast.
Then, just when I thought I could take no more, he slipped off my bra along with my shirt. With my eyes still closed, he eased me to my back along the flat part of the chaise.
My heart was really pounding now. I felt the chaise shift and suddenly felt Mac's lips on mine, warm and demanding, teasing and possessive.
"Mac. Oh, Mac," I breathed out of the corner of my mouth, unable to articulate the intense feelings that were coursing through my body.
"I've waited so long for this moment," Mac whispered near my ear in that glorious accent of his.
"I want you, Mac." I truly didn't care how different we were. Right now, at this moment in time, we were perfect for each other.
I realized now that the harmless flirtation we'd had so far on the phone and in text messages had only been a rehearsal for this very moment.
"I want ye more than I've ever wanted anything, Penny," he said as he continued to kiss me. I felt his hand behind my neck and the back of my head, cradling it as he brought his face to mine.
He smelled like grassy and fresh lake water. Manly. Not like a boy drowning in trendy cologne.
Mac's hands were not like the hands of a writer, either. They were strong and capable. Yet they were gentle, too.
He rubbed the tip of my nipple with his thumb, making me arch toward him in the most wanton manner imaginable.
"Mac," I moaned, arching my body toward his even more, if that were possible.
"Darling," he said. "We have time," he said, before tickling my bottom lip with his tongue, then slipping the tip of it into my mouth.
Usually I'm not a fan of really intimate French kissing. Maybe I've never done it with anyone who had finesse. I see it as an art. You're either good at it, or you're not because you didn't take the time to learn the ins and outs, so to speak.
Mac's tongue was warm and tasted a bit like scotch tossed in with the richness of a recently smoked cigar or pipe. As his tongue danced with the tip of mine, I clenched his thick hair in my fingers, reveling in the springy cleanness of it.
"Ye don't know what ye're doin' to me," Mac groaned as I tilted his head back so I could access his mouth more completely.
"Don't stop," I pleaded as his tongue probed more intimately and his hand cupped my breast even more possessively.
His chest beneath the thin layer of his shirt felt like a panel of steel as he shifted and pressed himself against my side. Moving his hand away from my breast, he eased his mouth from mine.
"Look at me, love."
I opened my eyes to his reverent, intense gaze.
"Ye're beyond beautiful," Mac said. "May I?"
Who could say no to a gorgeous man who obviously adored you? I didn't know what he wanted and I really didn't care. If Mac wanted it, I wanted it, too.
"Please," I said, hoping it wouldn't sound like begging. "Make love to me, Mac." There. I said it. I wanted him so much I felt like screaming out loud.
He kissed me lingeringly. "I'll love you like there's no tomorrow."
The words brought tears to my eyes. Mac brought his mouth to my throat, then began kissing his way to my breasts.
Mac took as much of my breast in his mouth as he could and suckled it. I grabbed his shoulders and felt the V between my legs throb. I wanted him inside me. Now
"Hyfryd," he said tenderly.
I knew very few Welsh words, but I knew hyfryd meant lovely. Then I thought about Mac's words: I'll love you like there's no tomorrow.
I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant, but at the same moment he took my erect nipple in his mouth and began tugging it with his teeth, bringing little bolts of pleasure shooting through my entire body.
"That feels so good," I said, cupping his face with my hands, tangling my fingers in his hair. I felt alive. It was as if we'd done this very act a thousand times before.
Mac moved to my other breast and suckled it while he brought one hand to my bum, making me wriggle suggestively.
I threw my head back and drew in a shuddering gasp. I was on the verge of screaming out in ecstasy and he hadn't even touched the most private part of me yet.
Mac abruptly stopped his onslaught, probably sensing I was teetering on the verge of no return. He leaned over and clicked on the nearby lamp. In every other sexual encounter I'd ever had -- I could count them on one hand -- I'd always felt self-conscious if a light was on.
Today was different somehow. I opened my eyes. Under Mac's intense gaze and expert touch, I felt bolder than I've ever felt. I leaned up so that I was sitting, with my legs beneath me and began unbuttoning his shirt. Unlike Mac, my fingers were trembling and clumsy, but only because I'd never wanted anything or anyone so much.
"Rwy'n dy garu di, Penny," he said, his eyes bright.
I leaned in and hungrily kissed his firm, malleable lips as I continued unbuttoning his shirt.
He closed his eyes as my fingers grazed the skin of his flat muscled stomach. Once it was completely unbuttoned, I slid his shirt off his shoulders, revealing a mat of soft dark hair on his chest.
Mac sucked in his breath as I explored his chest with my palms, then the planes of his torso with trembling fingertips.
My glance roved lower and I saw the huge bulge of his erection straining against his slacks. Already wet beyond reason, I felt a gush of wetness -- my body's way of readying for the inevitable coming together of our two bodies.
I reached down with one hand as I kissed him and took him in hand. His breath caught in his throat. Then I began rubbing the length of him, imagining how his cock would feel sliding along my pussy lips and finally inside me. A moan escaped my lips. It was all I could do not to rip the offending pair of slacks right off him.
Patience, I told myself.
"Annwyl."
As we kissed, he brought me off the chaise and stood me on my feet against him.
While he met my gaze -- we were nearly the same height standing. I placed my hands on his pecs and let them drift toward his waistband. He was surprisingly muscled.
I inhaled the delicious scent of him as I lowered myself to one knee in front of him and gently slid the fingers of my left hand into his waistband. I used my other hand to loosen his belt.
"Penny," he said. "I want this time to be about you."
I looked up at him. "I want this to be about us."
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. I watched his Adam's apple bob as if he were struggling to keep his emotions in check.
"I want to show you how much you mean to me," I told him.
My heart constricted and I could scarcely breathe. Was I -- had I -- fallen a little in love with Mac along with way?
I lowered my gaze and swallowed hard. Once his belt was unbuckled and his slacks were undone, I helped them to the floor.
His erection, directly in front of my face, was huge. His si
lky briefs did nothing to hide the size of his cock. I wondered if all of him would fit inside me.
I must have paused for a moment, because the next thing I knew, Mac had pulled me to my feet.
"You don't have to..." he said. "I'm perfectly happy just to hold you in my arms," he said, nuzzling my neck.
Well, I wasn't! I was almost beside myself with wanting more of Mac. When I looked into his eyes, I saw fire there -- and a tenderness that made my heart hurt a little.
"I want you, Mac. I want you in every possible way."
He seemed to rerun my words through his head to make sure he'd heard correctly, then growled and eased me back to the chaise.
"Ye're perfect," he said, as he began unbuttoning my jeans, his dark blue eyes almost navy in the dim light.
As his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of my belly, I moaned. Mac stopped and kissed me tenderly before taking a deep breath.
"Ye're makin' it very difficult to be a gentleman," he said.
"I don't want you to be a gentleman."
Mac growled and bent his head to within a few inches of my belly button as he slowly unzipped the zipper of my jeans. It only took a second, but it seemed to take forever. Then he eased his hands inside my jeans and slid them off. My wispy panties came off with them.
"Ohmygod," I gasped as he immediately brought his hand up and brazenly cupped my pussy in his hand as he kissed me. White hot desire made my body feel like it was on fire.
His lips grew demanding as he bent his head lower, but I wanted to make him mine, too. I moved my hand to his briefs and brazenly clenched the proof of his desire. Instantly he stopped kissing me and I heard his intake of breath.
Before he could make another move, I slid off his briefs, freeing the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I mean, it was huge. So huge I was beginning to have second thoughts. Would I be able to satisfy him?
As I ran my hand up and down his engorged shaft, from the velvety head, moist now with dew, to the base, I realized he was neatly trimmed. His balls were clean-shaven, too. Had he done it for me?
Suddenly he took his hand from my pussy. It was like an icy cold blast. I must have looked startled because he caught my glance and grinned. Like a naughty boy.
"My turn," I said. I wanted to hold his cock in both of my hands, to stroke it, lick and suck it. I wanted him to call out my name.
"Not yet, Penny love. I'm nowhere near finished."
Before I could protest, he began suckling my breasts again. I arched my back and ran my fingers through his hair. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I was surprised he couldn't hear it.
He kissed between my breasts and then down to the thin vertical strip of hair between my legs. I tensed. No one had ever kissed me there. Ever. Believe me, I imagined it and fantasized about it more times than I could count, but no one had ever done the deed.
"Ye're the most beautiful woman I've seen. Every inch of ye," he said, his voice thick.
I swallowed hard. Surely if he didn't like it, he would hide it to avoid hurting my feelings. He was a gentleman and he genuinely seemed to care about me...
His lips found the inside of my thigh and I thought I would die. Then he moved to the other thigh. Just when I thought I would scream from the sheer eroticism of it, he grabbed my bum with both hands and darted his tongue into my pussy lips.
Then out, then in... He brought his mouth against my clit and moaned, the vibration of his voice sending waves of pleasure from the pit of my stomach, all the way to my toes.
It was agony. Sweet agony. Now I know where the saying came from. Really. I didn't know what to do or how to respond because I knew if I responded the way my body wanted to respond I'd scream like a crazy woman.
Then he slid his tongue down my slick pussy lips all the way to bottom and back again.
"Ohmygod!" I cried, arching toward him.
He swirled his tongue around the hard button of my clit, then down past the entrance to my womb and back up to my clit.
I'm not sure if I screamed out loud. I surely must have, because he moaned even harder and licked and kissed my pussy so expertly that I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen or explode from the onslaught of sensations.
A moment later I did.
"Mac! Oh, Mac!" I cried until I thought I would go hoarse. Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through my body. I was fulfilled, yet my body still arched toward him. As trite as the saying sounded to me before today, Mac was a magnet and I was steel.
Every nerve ending in my body was alive and sparking. Mac had awoken me in a way I didn't even know was possible.
Then I felt a brief moment of sadness. Would I ever feel this measure of pleasure again? Had Mac ruined me? Would the rest of my life be spent comparing and knowing I'd never feel this way again?
"Are you regretting this?" Mac asked softly.
"Of course not," I told him a little breathlessly. "I was just thinking how sad it was that it took me so long to finally--" I stopped, embarrassed. As color rushed into my cheeks, he kissed me lightly on the cheek.
Though I was exhausted, I suddenly wanted to touch him and give him the same pleasure he'd given me. I saw the quick thrum of heartbeat in his throat and the warmth in his eyes. His whole purpose was to give me pleasure.
Mine would be to give him pleasure. He'd awakened me in ways I never dreamed of. If possible, I wanted to reciprocate.
I sat up and kissed the place where his heart was beating so quickly, then I took his hands in mine and indicated that I wanted him to sit on the chaise.
He obliged with a wicked grin, his erection straight out in front of him. At least he was making it easy for me, I thought.
I pushed him back on the chaise, brought my hands to his shoulders and ran them lightly down his arms as I knelt in front of him.
Kissing his chin, I moved lower to kiss a trail down his neck to his chest. He played with my hair and breasts as I rubbed his chest and nipples. Then I slowly moved my lips down his chest to his muscled stomach.
"Ye're driving me mad," Mac growled.
I grabbed his shaft in my hand while I continued to kiss the taught skin of his abdomen, my other hand running over his muscular, hair-covered thigh. Then I focused all my attention in front of me, massaging the dewy head of his shaft with my thumb, while caressing his balls in the cup of my hand.
He let out a shaky breath and I smiled.
"I want you in my mouth," I said.
"Ye're torturin' me, Penny!"
His cock was so thick and so long, I still couldn't imagine fitting him inside me, but right now I wanted to take him in my mouth and show him how much he affected me and how much he had pleased me.
I licked his glistening head with my tongue, little teasing flicks to start with. I was shocked at how doing something for Mac was turning me on so much.
"Good God, woman. I don't know how much more I can take."
I nibbled on the end of his cock with my teeth while squeezing his heavy, tight balls.
Then I took the first couple of inches of him in my warm mouth and sucked.
Mac inhaled sharply, then and grabbed my shoulders. "Penny..."
I smiled up at him, then ran my tongue around his perfect head. He inhaled sharply and his fingers tightened around my shoulder. I began sucking in earnest, moving my face lower toward the base of his cock with each motion.
He tasted manly and clean. I felt a bit of slick moisture come from the end of his cock and stopped to lick it away with my tongue.
"Penny..." he said, his voice breaking.
I sucked for another minute until he abruptly thrust me away before gently lifting me to my feet and crushing me against him. He smoothed my hair away from my face as he kissed me, one hand squeezing my bum.
"Mac!" I moaned his name, pressing myself fully against him, moving to my tiptoes so I could slide his beautiful cock inside me.
"My imagination didn't do ye justice."
"You've thought about me?" I asked, surprised at h
is admission.
"From the first moment I heard yer voice. Nonstop after I saw yer picture."
"Me, too."
He stopped all movement, his cock touching the entrance of my womb, but not moving in or out. "Ye've thought about me? Like this?"
I nodded. "I know I shouldn't. You're my boss and--"
Mac growled and suddenly brought my legs up to his sides, so that he could fit himself inside me. Though I was tall and a not a small girl, he held me as easily as if I were nearly weightless.
I wiggled to show him how anxious I was, but he didn't move.
"Mac!"
"Are you sure you want me to make love to you?" he asked, the head of his cock moving provocatively against my clit, rousing my desire to a fever pitch, though he'd already made me come once.
"Yes, Mac. I want you to make love to me."
He eased himself into me and I gasped at his size. Then I closed my eyes and reveled at the fullness of him inside me.
I was aware of his bulging muscles in his arms and his chest tightening as he lowered us to the chaise, his cock still inside me. Twisting so that my knees were on the chaise, I started moving him and and out of me while locking gazes with him.
His deep breathing quickened and a few moments later, he tensed inside me and his fingers stopped kneading my bum. I knew he was about to spill his seed, and he did a moment later.
He held me in place and I felt him pulse inside me. When he was finished, he leaned back, sated, though he kept his hands on me.
"Heaven. Pure heaven," he said, kissing me on the tip of my nose.
Once our breathing had returned to normal, he met my gaze with his dark one. "Ye're magical, Penny. Truly ye are."
I smiled and kissed his mouth. As our kiss deepened I was shocked to discover that I wanted him again. Suddenly I felt him grin.
"As much as I'd like to oblige ye, it's going to take a while to recover," he said with a wry chuckle.
"Not a problem," I told him. "I'm happy right where I am," I said, though I felt Mac getting hard against my thigh. So much for recovering, I thought wickedly.
The thought was quickly dashed by a sharp pain in my shoulder.
"Wow! That really hurts!" I bit out, but strangely Mac made no comment. When I moved slightly, I felt another stabbing pain in my shoulder that actually caused me to cry out.
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