by Mlyn Hurn
“And then?” Mac’s words prodded her to continue.
“I just eased back and sipped my wine for a little bit. Instead of being relaxed, I soon realized that I was hot and needy and all alone.” Ophelia took a deep breath, surprised at how easily she was talking about this with Mac. “Before I tell you more, what are you doing with your hand right now?”
“Naughty wench! I wish it was your hand stroking my cock now.”
Mac’s boldness made her feel hot and restless once again. She moved her legs against one another. It was impossible to stop her hand from slipping down her body and between her thighs. The wetness she felt surprised her but it didn’t stop her from sliding her fingers between her pussy lips and starting to rub her finger against her clit.
“My hand is a little busy at the moment,” she whispered to Mac.
“God! Ophelia, you are sending me over the edge here!”
Mac’s gravelly voice turned her on even more. She told him softly, feeling more emboldened with each passing second. “I like it when your hand touches me, Mac. I like it even more when you stick your big cock inside me.”
“Good Lord, babe! I hope my brother and his wife next door are sound asleep!”
Ophelia giggled impulsively. “Then you must be extra quiet, just as you would have to be if I was there right now, with you. I would be lying across your thighs and telling you to be as quiet as a church mouse. My mouth would be so close to your cock that my breath caresses your flesh. I want to suck and lick my way all the way to—“
Mac’s growl of desire stopped her words. Rubbing her clit more quickly, she soon felt her body’s response. Her hips began jerking and shaking in reaction to her climax. She gasped so loudly that she knew Mac must have heard her. His words proved her correct a few seconds later.
“I’m thinking your sweet little fingers just brought you the same reaction as your words did for me. Good thing I grabbed a handful of Kleenex. I wish to God that I were inside your cunt right now. I love feeling all those little quivery and shivery things your muscles do right after you climax, honey.”
“Oh, Mac!” Ophelia took a couple of deep breaths.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can eat a few bites of breakfast and say goodbye.”
“Go to sleep now and I’ll be waiting in bed for you!”
“I am a gentleman and I promise you won’t be waiting for long!”
* * * * *
Ophelia heard the key in the front door of her apartment the following morning. She barely had time to turn over in bed and face the bedroom door when Mac came almost jogging through the open doorway. He skidded to a halt when he saw that she was already awake.
“Damn! I was hoping to slip into bed and awaken my princess with one of those ‘love’s sweet kisses.’ Have you been awake long?”
Ophelia shook her head and then decided to give Mac his surprise. She sat up and let the sheets fall to her waist, revealing that she was naked. “I woke when I heard your key in the door.” Deliberately, knowing it would lift her breasts, she put her arms up and ran her hands through her hair, pushing it back from her ears. “What time is it, by the way?”
Mac’s groan alerted her to the effectiveness of her simple movement. Since his shirt was already unbuttoned, it was easy for him to shrug it off his shoulders. It took less than a minute for him to remove his shoes and jeans before he was on the bed beside her.
“It isn’t eight yet,” he whispered in her ear as he slid one arm across her stomach. He nudged her down until she was lying on the bed beside him. His mouth covered her nearest breast, suckling her taut nipple.
Ophelia had to catch her breath before she could talk again. “Did your mother get up at dawn to make you breakfast?”
Mac lifted his head and smiled rather sheepishly. “I woke up at dawn. There was no way I could hang around for three hours while everyone slowly woke up and moseyed on down to the kitchen. I left a note for Mom on the table, and I will call them later.” He leaned down to kiss Ophelia’s lips until her hands pushed him back a few inches.
“Oh no, Mac! Now your mother will think I’m some kind of nympho or something.”
Mac grinned and shook his head. “Not my mom. She might think I am ill mannered and blame it on my wild years in Hollywood. My brothers and my dad will imagine that you are so hot, even one night away from you is too long.”
“And what will your sister think?”
“Maureen will agree with my mother and then secretly tell my brother-in-law, Patrick, that you are a nympho.”
“Crap, Mac! I don’t want your sister thinking I’m a slut.”
Mac kissed her lips lightly, and then her neck, working his way back to her nipple. After a quick teasing lick and a kiss, he looked back up at her. “She won’t think either for more than a minute, honey.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because, darling, my dumb fuck of a brother-in-law will say something along the line of ‘lucky Mac’ and my sister will forget about us and start in on Pat.”
“I don’t want your family to not like me before we even meet,” Ophelia told him softly. She did acknowledge that she was assuming that meeting his family was a foregone conclusion.
“They won’t, sweetheart, and we’ll be going there next Friday for the weekend, unless you made plans already.”
Ophelia caught her breath once again. “Next weekend!” she cried out, and it sounded squeaky to her ears.
“Either that or move your stuff to my house. I thought we could start today, and do a little more each day this next week—“
Ophelia stopped him by covering his mouth with her fingers. “Wait a minute, Mac! I didn’t think we had decided for sure about me moving into your place.”
Mac moved to lie beside her in the bed, his body propped up by his bent arm. “I know, sweetheart. I also know that I don’t want to go one more night without you by my side. And I don’t mean just for sex, Ophelia. I mean, so far we’ve had a few of those sex-free nights. Granted not many yet, but I know there will be times for us both…for whatever reasons.”
Ophelia watched Mac as he spoke, understanding exactly what he meant. She had hated sleeping alone last night. But it was more than just missing sex! The truth of this scared her. What frightened her even more was choosing to not grab every single moment possible with Mac. This way, once she was alone again, she would at least have more precious memories to pull out and savor once again.
“Me too, Mac. I don’t want to be away from you either.”
A second later, Mac was hugging her tightly. He then pulled her over to rest her head on his chest, his arm around her. As Ophelia listened, Mac began outlining the easiest way to accomplish the move. It was obvious that he’d been giving this quite a bit of thought over the last few weeks.
Chapter 7
Once they were living together, it surprised Ophelia how quickly their lives fell into a routine. Mornings were leisurely unless they overslept. Easily it became one of her favorite parts of the day. Mac’s bedroom had been built to capture the morning sun. To allow sleeping in when desired, there were sun shades that operated on a timer. The first morning she had awakened in Mac’s bed it had been slowly. Her conscious had risen with the soundless lifting of the shades.
A few moments later, since they had slept spoon-style, Ophelia had become aware of Mac’s morning erection. Following her awareness, she felt his hand, which had been resting on her uppermost breast, begin to massage, squeeze and then play with her nipple. As she wiggled her bottom against him, Mac had pressed forward, pushing his cock into the opening of her cunt. Immediately her muscles grabbed hold of him, contracting and trying to pull him in further.
Mac had pressed his mouth to her shoulder, kissing his way up to her ear. Finally he whispered into her ear. “Isn’t a bigger bed better?”
Ophelia smiled as she told him, “True, except that if we sleep like this all the time a twin bed would suffice.”
Being held so close aga
inst Mac’s body, she felt the rumble in his chest as he chuckled in reply. His hips pressed forward, pulling back a little, and repeating slowly. With his hand on her breast, his fingers tickled and teased her nipple into tight response.
“I’ll make sure to show you all the interesting ways we will make use of the whole bed. We could have champagne tonight and christen it like a maiden voyage.” Mac stopped as he sped up his thrusts. Into her ear he whispered his request. “Move your hand down, sweetheart. Put your finger on your little clit for me.”
Ophelia shivered in reaction to his words. Despite her self-doubts and shyness, she slid her hand between her thighs. Her fingers eased within the wet, soft folds of her pussy. Sure, she had masturbated, but never with someone else in the bed! Almost as if Mac read her mind, he spoke to her in a husky whisper.
“Never played with your clit in front of company, my love? Use some of that luscious juice you make and smear it all over your clit. Feel how slippery your finger is.”
Ophelia was beginning to get overwhelmed by everything going on at the moment. Mac’s hand was still squeezing and massaging her breast. Every so often he’d tell her how nice her tits were, with her nipples long and hard. They were very “suckable” he’d told her softly. His cock was pushing in and out of her cunt while her fingers continued to rub and massage her clit. Her orgasm shook her to the core as it seemed to sweep over her like a tornado.
Behind her, Mac continued to massage her breast and thrust his hips forward. Ophelia felt her cunt muscles squeezing tightly around the cock moving up and down. When her muscles quieted to erratic quivers, she realized that Mac had not climaxed. Before she could find words to ask him anything, Mac was speaking into her ear.
“Start again, Ophelia. Pleasure your flesh again. The feel of your—“ he paused while his hand deserted her breast, sliding down and around to caress her rounded ass cheek.
Ophelia wiggled her bottom against Mac’s groin. It only took about three of those movements to have him thrusting forward to climax inside her body. Soon, Mac returned to sleep. But she continued to lie perfectly still. Mac’s cock was still nestled between her cheeks, now softened. Ophelia knew Mac’s seed was inside her, and if she moved, it would begin seeping from her body. There was no logic to her feelings, but suddenly, she felt the regret once again that she had learned to ignore since she’d been injured and had her life changed forever.
Perhaps it was the realization of just how much Mac was truly coming to mean in her life, beyond the fact of his just having been inside her body, that reminded her of the past. She knew it wasn’t logical, but a part of her feared becoming connected to Mac. Could she survive losing Mac as she had lost her dancing? Alone in the dark, hearing him breathing quietly behind her, Ophelia knew that if she considered that this was more than a “ships passing in the night” kind of thing, she risked losing her heart to Mac.
Losing her promising position as the lead ballerina with the New York City Ballet had been but one of the heart wrenching life-changing events she’d been forced to accept. Until she’d returned before this current semester, there had still been hope that she could prove her orthopedic surgeons wrong. She would dance as lead once again. Her hopes had been high, fueled by the dreams she kept having. Over and over, she dreamed restlessly of dancing her most difficult role ever. Still it had quickly become clear that her muscles would never be able to stand up to the strain of professional dancing.
The defeat had hurt her beyond the physical realm. Emotionally, she was forced to face the loss of her career. Of course she could still dance, such as in teaching classes. Luckily her brother had been a professor here in the arts department. Thanks to Phillip, and Mike Jansen, she had been forced to rely on her brother’s generosity, or move in with their parents. Not that her parents didn’t want her, but after coming to New York at sixteen, Ophelia was used to her independence.
Finally, in the darkness, she pushed those regrets away. The time would come when she would have to face losing Mac. For now, she pushed the fear back. Deep inside, a voice was telling her that the loss of Mac might rival her other loss. Fear made her worry that she might not bounce back from this loss. Ophelia made herself relax enough to drift back to sleep in Mac’s arms.
Unfortunately, the night faded into one of the many mornings where they had overslept. Rushing through her shower while Mac made some breakfast and packed her a lunch, Ophelia refused to think about getting through a morning without Mac. Instead she focused on the little things, accepting that once again she would be the last to arrive at her first dance class of the day.
* * * * *
They practiced often on her portable dance floor, and she began to teach him specific Irish steps and clogging. Ophelia was sure no one in the class suspected, but she didn’t take into account the looks they passed each other when they thought no one was watching.
Neither spoke of the future, but took each day as a gift in and of itself. Ophelia reveled in Mac’s attention and lovemaking, blossoming, as she never had before. Soon, practice for the Christmas show was taking up nearly all the class time. The show was finally completed, and the future was staring Ophelia in the face. She had been called to Dean Jansen’s office the day grades were due in. She had already completed her grading forms and turned them in as she sat nervously waiting for the dean to see her.
Mike Jansen greeted Ophelia warmly, asking her to sit down and offering her something to drink. She declined and crossed her legs nervously. Mike, unaware of her nervousness, smiled across the desk at her.
“Your class has been a great success once again, Ophelia. My secretary was showing me the request list, and your class is at the top for most requested. I doubt it has less to do with tap dancing, and all to do with you. Have you thought about what your plans are for the future? I’ve been authorized by the board to offer you a two-year contract to start, here with the college.”
Ophelia stared at the dean and realized belatedly that her mouth was open. “I…” she stammered, not sure what to say or do all of a sudden. Mac was to leave after the holidays for Hollywood, and then onto Ireland, for location shooting. She didn’t know if his plans included her. She wanted to be with him, and wasn’t sure how she could let him go. But she hated it when she thought such things because it made her sound needy. Each time she’d stiffen her spine and remind herself that she didn’t need a man to complete her life.
“You don’t have to decide right now, of course,” Dean Jansen told her with a smile. “Take a few days and let me know before Christmas, because we’ll have to get the class schedules nailed down for next semester.” He shook her hand as she left, unable to miss the dazed look on her face. He was surprised because he thought she knew he would be offering her the contract.
Ophelia drove to Mac’s home in a daze. They had bought a tree, decorated it and had a few packages beneath it already. Inside, Mac’s two dogs, Skeeter and Skater, beautiful golden retrievers, greeted her boisterously. He had told her that when he had received the dogs, they had had a freak cold spell and it had frozen the small lake nearby. The two puppies had tested the ice. One had skated just fine, and the other had not. The names had stuck after that.
Ophelia hung her coat up and tossed her purse onto the small table. She called out to Mac, and he answered that he was in the bedroom. She made her way through the house until she reached the master bedroom. Not seeing him, she walked on into the bathroom. Mac was standing in front of the sink, shaving.
“Hello, sweetheart! I got a late start today. Some wild wench kept waking me up last night.”
Ophelia shook her head as she perched on the counter beside the sink. “I’m a tamed wench these days.” Mac’s disbelieving look made her laugh. “Are you getting ready to take a shower?”
“Yeah. I started the dinner Mrs. Russell left for us,“ he paused to rinse the razor. “But I made sure we’d have plenty of time—“
Ophelia laughed and scooted off the counter. She kicked her shoes o
ff and started taking her clothes off. “Then I will start the water and get it nice and warm.” She walked over to the shower, opening the door. Pausing, she looked seductively over her shoulder. “Don’t be too long.”
Shutting the shower door, she turned on the water and adjusted the faucets. Her hair was wet and full of lather when she heard the door open. A second later she felt Mac press close behind her, his hard cock nestling between her ass cheeks. His hands began massaging her scalp and Ophelia let her hands fall to her sides. The soapsuds made their bodies slick and slippery against one another.
Mac grabbed the showerhead and lifted it free. He began rinsing the shampoo out until Ophelia's blonde hair hung darkly down her back. Picking up the soap, he rubbed it between his hands. “Turn around, honey. I’ll be your bath boy tonight.”
Ophelia turned slowly, watching as Mac’s hands started washing her arms, slipping under each to catch her armpits. She expected him to spend a long time on her breasts, but he surprised her by moving his hands down past her belly and between her thighs. Flushing hotly, she turned as asked a moment later. His hands began an incredibly hot massage of her ass, slipping in between the cheeks every so often.
Taking a deep breath, she finally turned to face him. “Give me the soap,” she whispered to him softly.
Grinning, Mac handed over the soap. Ophelia was aware of his hands lifting to press against each side wall. With her hands full of lather, she lifted them and pressed them flat to his chest. Using small circles, she washed her way all the way down to the top of his thighs. She didn’t say a word as she slipped around his body, beneath one arm. Slowly, her hands massaged their way down over his back.
The way Mac tensed his butt as she cupped it told her the effect she was having on him. She moved slowly, giving him the same treatment he had given her. Teasingly, she came back around him and grabbed the showerhead again. Grinning up at his tense face, Ophelia explained.
