Macy’s back arched off the bed as a sweep of pleasure brushed over her. Tingling with need, she reached up and touched one of her nipples. “Here?”
He swallowed loudly. “Yes, there.”
Her hand snaked down her body, over her stomach. “And here?”
“Of course.” His voice growled even deeper.
She looked him in the eye, reveling in his barely-leashed desire. The tightness of his face, his flared nostrils, and tense jaw. When she slid her hand lower, he watched.
Slipping her finger inside her lacy panties, she asked, “Will you taste me here?”
“Yes.” He groaned and leaned over her, his palms flat on the mattress on each side of her hips. He kissed her hand where it lay on her belly. Pressing his mouth to her mound, he inhaled deeply. “I want to lick you. I’m gonna suck you and eat you until you holler my name.” He slipped her panties down her legs.
She wanted to tell him she’d bought them with him in mind. That when she put them on this morning, she’d hoped he would be taking them off her. Tender words wouldn’t come. She floated too deep in pure physical feeling to share what was in her heart. As he stared at her bare pussy, she pressed her thighs together, causing sensual friction on her swollen, moist flesh. “Trace. Now. Please.”
“As you wish,” he murmured, and slowly pressed his big hands on her thighs, pushing them apart, gently rubbing the tender flesh on the insides. “Anything you want.”
She let his words fill her with sweet emotion as her body sparked and flared with lust.
The rough texture of his fingers became exquisite torture as he caressed. Quickly his fingers slid up and touched her where she needed him desperately.
Parting her pussy with his thumbs, he whispered, “You’re perfect.”
His fingers left her, but his mouth took their place. His light beard tickled erotically against her thighs, her swollen nether lips, and finally against her clit, shooting arrows of delight to her core and her breasts.
“Oh, yes. I’m so close.”
“I know, sweetheart. I can feel you tremble.”
Her legs shook, her slit clenched, throbbed, and gushed as she strained for release.
His lips found her clit. He sucked with a pulsing rhythm, sending unbearably delicious waves of ecstasy through her, lifting her out of her body, higher, higher, almost there… He slid a big finger deep into her pussy and sent her soaring. Spirals of sweet pleasure wrapped her as she spun and quivered through a monumental orgasm. Her own breath sounded like screams to her ears, as fireworks exploded behind her eyelids and heat flashed through her like lightning.
He kept up the rhythm, intensifying it as she slid down closer to earth, shaky and fulfilled. “Macy. I want to hear you scream again.”
Had she screamed? She’d never before. “I don’t think I can,” she whispered. She wanted to lift her head but her spent body wouldn’t cooperate. Her eyes slid closed. “Just a ten minute nap.” Her heart slowed from its gallop as warm lethargy oozed through her muscles.
He laughed and eased his finger from inside her. “Lazy.” He stroked her thighs, her belly, massaging with rhythmic caresses as she drifted, sated and cozy.
His strong hands gently rubbed her feet, attending to each of her toes. Sliding his hands over her calf, he worked the muscle until it relaxed, soft and warm. Did the same to the other calf, and it was magic.
Halfway between sleep and consciousness, she whispered, “More.”
“Mmm hmm.” He made his way up her thighs, his fingers circling on her flesh. At her soft inner thighs, he used his palms to caress.
Out of the ashes of the fire that had just consumed her, a flicker of desire rose. “Feels so good.”
“Once more, darlin’, for me.” Slowly he slid his hands over her mound and down her pussy lips, continuing the massage, making it erotic. Easing his finger into her, she felt him touch her cervix. His tongue did slow figure eights over her clit as his finger slid in and out to the same beat as his mouth.
He eased a big hand up her stomach until he reached her breast and rolled her tight nipple. Tugging it, he created a lazy, lovely torture. He moaned against her pussy and withdrew his finger, only to slide two back in.
The sensation of fullness started her canal contracting, her hips bucking, sending her close. So close.
He scissored his fingers inside her, producing a wicked vibrating effect. His tongue flicked manically over her clit.
The combination of pleasures sent her up and over again, surprising her with its fierce onset. This time her orgasm heated her until she felt her whole body sweat and shake. Her mind rolled over and over again as stars flashed in her vision. This time, she heard herself scream as she reached perfect nirvana. It ended too quickly, and Macy let the orgasm mellow her as she whispered, “You’re amazing.”
His hand rested on her stomach as he lapped at her pussy, sucking up her juices and soothing her trembling flesh. “You taste so damn good. You’re so responsive.” Burying his face in her lips, he moaned and thrust his tongue inside her in a slow, torturous rhythm. “Once, more?”
“I can’t. I have no muscle left.”
He lifted his head and smiled at her, his eyes so intense, she quivered with sensual awareness. “All you have to do is lay there. I’ll do all the work.” He rubbed his jaw against her clit, the abrasion of his whiskers on her tender bud started her journey to climax all over again.
“No,” she said, weakly. “I want you to have pleasure, too.” She reached for him and urged him up. “Hold me.”
He kissed a path over her belly and around her breasts, lapping at each nipple and biting gently. Wrapping his arms around her, he groaned, and rolled onto his back, keeping her with him. “Givin’ you orgasms is a pleasure for me.”
“Mmm.” Content, happy, and exceptionally satisfied, she snuggled in and as his hand stroked steadily up and down her back. After a minute, she gave in to the temptation and closed her eyes.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” his voice rumbled in her ear.
She laughed and said in a groggy voice, “I was dreaming of what I’m going to do to you.”
His breath left him in a rush and he leaned in and kissed her.
She sampled herself on his lips, the mixture of his taste with hers incredibly seductive. She skimmed her hand down his side, over his hip, and into his briefs. Freeing his big, heavy rod, she stroked it, using her thumb to spread the pre-cum lubricating the tip. His cock pulsed hot in her hand. The powerful feel of him sent her blood rushing and her mouth watering.
Macy kissed his jaw, scooting lower to kiss his chest. Rubbing her face through his hair, she trailed kisses lower until she reached his belly. His hard cock stood proudly, begging for her attention. Looking into his eyes, she ran her tongue over his mushroom-shaped head, tasting his salty cum.
His body tensed at her touch, and he watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his lips drawn into a tight line.
She wrestled his briefs off, using a finger to stroke him down the large vein on the bottom, up the sensitive skin at the top. She grabbed him with a firm hand and slid her lips over his head and down to the base, taking all of him. Letting his cock slide down her throat, she swallowed around him, feeling his hips jerk with each convulsion of her throat.
“That’s nice. Really amazing.” His words slurred.
Looking up at him, she thrilled at the intense concentration on his face, his gritted teeth, and his hands fisted on the sheets. She moaned, vibrating her mouth around his shaft. Her pussy throbbed with the pleasure of controlling him.
Macy concentrated on her technique, deep throating him, swallowing, sliding him out and taking a breath. It was like swimming—once she had the rhythm, it all came back to her. Her hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them in their sack. She mixed it up with other tricks she’d learned. Scraping her teeth along his shaft, she loved hearing his cry of surprise. Keeping only the head in her mouth, she used her hand to slide up and down his
length in a twisting motion.
When his body stiffened, his balls tightened, and his toes curled, she took him in deep. Humming, she swallowed him and tugged at his balls until she made him come. Her power over him excited her, and her core convulsed in near-orgasmic tremors.
His body vibrated and he shouted, “Macy, fucking good. Oh, God, so fucking good.” She took his cum into her mouth, swallowing it, loving his creamy, salty taste. She prolonged his orgasm by not letting up until he went lifeless, his breath panting in and out, his thigh muscles quivering.
She licked him clean, slid her fingers from the bottom of his shaft to the top and licked the final drops of cum from him.
“Come here, darlin’,” he whispered.
She crawled up into his arms and held him tightly. Assuming he’d be asleep in minutes, she let herself drift off as well.
A while later, she woke, opening her eyes to see him watching her. He surprised her by rolling them over so she stared up into his face.
“I’ve never had…” He shook his head and traced the line of her jaw with a single fingertip. “That was absolutely the best I’ve…” He took a breath, looking frustrated by his lack of finesse. “You are extremely talented.”
Smiling, she shrugged and stifled a yawn. “It’s been a while.” She tipped her head down and kissed his finger, eyeing him with wicked intent. “Do you think I should practice on you a few more times?”
Chapter Five
Trace surprised himself by growing hard so soon after Macy's fantastic blow job. Staring down into Macy’s eyes, he positioned his body to fit perfectly on top of hers. He finally had her in his bed. When Macy wiggled her hips, rolling his cock between their bellies while purring like a contented kitten, he knew he’d never have enough of her.
“You can practice on me as much as you want.” He kissed her, a brush of lips that changed into a sweetly desperate, wordless communication of the thoughts he couldn’t voice. He’d never felt anything like what she’d just done. He’d never come so hard or so fast in a woman’s mouth before. He’d never trusted enough to let go completely. Never before…Macy.
Everything she did, everything she said reinforced his gut feeling about her. Added to that, Silas had the intuition of a mind reader when it came to dealing with people. If the old man liked her—enough to plan this elaborate introduction—well, that carried a lot of weight. Why Trace had ignored his intuition and gone with his suspicious paranoia, he’d never know. It had all seemed a little too good to be true. Shit. He’d almost lost her.
He expressed his emotions with his kiss, with his lips, tongue, and teeth, nipping her lip, groaning as she bit at his. What started as gentle quickly became primal. Raw. He wanted more. Now. His hard cock, sandwiched between them, needed to be deep inside this perfect woman.
Under him, her body writhed sensually, a dance choreographed to drive him wild. Against her lips, he said, “I want to make love to you.”
Her breathing hitched and she looked into his eyes, first astonishment, then hope glowed in her pretty blue eyes and she whispered, “Love me, Trace.”
He did. Something about her, everything about her, made him hunger. Physically and emotionally. It was like nothing he’d experienced.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. One of the box of twelve he’d purchased yesterday. After opening it with his teeth, he rolled it onto his cock with one hand. She spread her legs. As they watched each other, the word “love” still hanging heavily in the air between them, he found her opening with his rod and slowly slid home.
Her eyes rolled back for a second as a sweet cry left her mouth.
He let out a low rumble as his shaft absorbed her heat, settled deliciously in her tight wetness, the walls of her core tightening around him.
Their eyes locked again. Desperately he wanted to suckle at her nipples, lick the tender spot under her ear, and bite her lobe, but he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to break the powerful contact.
He arched his back and slid nearly out of her then back in. Her exquisitely small, slick pussy seared him as he buried himself deep.
Macy’s hands slid to the back of his neck, her fingers running through his hair, across his shoulders, and down his biceps, repeating the trip until suddenly her hands gripped his shoulders. Her face and neck grew pink as her passion raced higher. When she arched her back, he angled his hips, letting his pubic bone rub her clit, his hair providing rough stimulation as he slowly made love to her.
Love. The word kept ricocheting through his mind and he worked to deflect it. Too soon, too much. She was beautiful, sexy in a way he’d never known a woman could be, uninhibited and seductive. She could be his. His woman. The intense realization had him pumping his cock in deeper, faster with each stroke.
If he kept this up, he wouldn’t last much longer. Goddamn, his sack tightened and the ache in his lower back drove him to let go, but he kept a tight rein on himself. He wanted to come when she did, to share those fierce seconds of passion with her.
Slowing his pace, he eased his cock out of her tight core and reached over the side of the bed for the purple bag. He dumped the contents onto the mattress beside them.
She blinked a couple times. “What are you up to?” Her voice came out hazy but her sly smile conveyed her interest.
How dark were her submissive urges? The toys he'd dumped out were basic. A rabbit vibrator, a smaller anal vibrator, heart-shaped nipple massagers, a vibrating cock ring and a tongue vibrator. All of them could be used to enhance their sex, but his tastes ran wilder. He needed to bind, to whip and clamp. Would that be too much for her? Would it send her running?
She lifted the nipple vibrators. Grinning, she asked, “For you or me?”
He chuckled. “You. Definitely.” He opened the package and pressed the button to start the vibrator on one. Holding her breast in his big hand, he affixed the suction to her hard nipple.
She jumped and her breath left her with a smile. “I like that.” The second vibrator caused a similar reaction, and she reached her hands over her head and grasped the pine rungs of the headboard.
His cock twitched and his balls tightened just watching her. Shit. He'd love to tie her to it, tease her and pleasure her until she cried for mercy, but that would have to wait for the next round. He needed to be inside her slit, and damn fast or he'd embarrass himself.
Picking up the big vibrator, he waited for her eyes to lock on his and wagged his eyebrows. “You won't be needin' this any more.”
She laughed, a soft, tortured, seductive laugh. “No. I have my own stud, now.” She glanced down at his hard rod, which made it jerk and weep for release.
“Try this,” she said, reaching for the cock ring and pressing the button to turn on the vibrator through the cellophane packaging.
Hell, how would he get it on his shaft without shooting his cum? He needed a minute. He set it on her stomach, letting the vibrations tickle her bellybutton.
Macy writhed, her muscles long and sleek as she arched her back and circled her hips. He ached to be inside her sweet cunt, pumping, answering her primal rhythm. He looked away, hanging on to his control by sheer force of will. His gaze fell on the vibrating butt plug, packed in a bag with a bottle of lube. Yes. He could see how open she'd be to anal play. He held up the bag, and repeated her words. “Try this?”
A shiver rattled her body as she whispered, “Yes.”
Faster than the speed of light, he had the plug unwrapped and lubed. Easing her knees up, he bent her legs and braced her feet, giving him complete access to her beautiful pussy and pretty rosebud anus. Sliding his hand from her thigh to her ass, he touched a finger softly to the puckered star.
She cried out in pleasure and tipped her hips upward, inviting him to play.
Using the vibrator, he circled her anus, lubricating the area, then slid the tip of the toy into her ass hole.
“Please. More,” she groaned. Her face, taught with con
centration, had never looked more perfect to him.
Trace twisted the knob, turning the vibrator on low. As he slowly slid the device in further, he increased the vibrator speed, watching her face flush with pleasure. When he'd fully inserted the vibrator, he twisted it, slowly circling it inside her.
He found her clit, squeezed it between his finger and thumb, and pulsed quickly.
“I'm going to come,” Macy whimpered as her eyes met his. “Fuck me, Trace. Hard.”
At her demand, his hips jerked and his rod pulsed with the need to be pushing into her opening. With his jaw clamped, he lubed the cock ring and slid it over the condom, the tight stretch almost hurling him over the brink.
The vibration of the toy on his cock made him light-headed as he fought release. He had to move quickly. With one finger holding the vibrator in place in her ass, he lifted her legs up and onto his shoulders. Placing his hand on her lower back, he held her at the perfect height for him to slide his rod inside her core.
Slowly he entered her slick pussy, the heat of her slit burning his shaft through the condom. He arranged the clit vibrator on the cock ring to hit her hard little nub. Then he caught her gaze, staring at him with such intensity, he imagined drifting deep into her soul.
Her indrawn breath and her tensing muscles told him she was close. And damn, he was, too. The vibration from the anal toy inside her coursed along his rod, while the tight ring around the base of his cock filled his shaft with so much blood, he felt close to exploding.
With his gaze locked on her nearly black irises, Trace knew when she found her release, and he let himself go along with her. She shouted ecstatically and her eyelids fluttered, still watching him. Her body shuddered, once, twice, his did the same, as the frantic, orgasm detonated, shaking through him, making each muscle jump and pulse. His mind emptied of everything but her. Macy. Her name repeated itself as flashes of light singed behind his eyes, but he would not let go of this powerful eye contact.
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