Just great sex.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Mac threaded his arms around her and jerked her to him. She yelped in surprise as their eyes met. “What?”
“Great sex.”
Oh, God. She’d said it out loud. “Oh. Yes. Definitely.”
Before she said anything else moronic, she kissed him.
And he kissed her back. God, his lips were full, soft, masterful as he moved them over hers. Her world spun, literally, when he tilted her sideways. He invaded her mouth, swiped at her tongue and took possession of her.
Not earth shattering? Who was she kidding? She clutched at his arms, feeling the muscles bunch and strain as he held her. She felt like a pirate’s war prize being plundered after capture. He was marauding and she was the booty. She might actually be swooning. Not in the past ten years, with any man she’d been with since Mac, had she ever swooned.
Nor had a guy made her lightheaded, but she was now, and that had nothing to do with the couple beers she’d had. No, it was the fullness and heat of Mac’s mouth, the expert way his tongue danced with hers, the way he held her in his arms as if he wanted to make her a part of him.
So many men were removed from lovemaking, as if only they were the ones taking part. Mac threw himself into it completely, taking her pleasure as part of his own. She was an extension of him, her pleasure part of his pleasure.
Which is exactly what she wanted to be. A part of him.
He picked her up and held her as if she weighed nothing—and she definitely weighed way more than nothing— and carried her into the small bedroom. He laid her on the bed, left for a second to retrieve the foil packet containing a condom. She watched him slide it over his cock—damn, even that was sexy—then he crawled onto the bed.
Pinning her arms to her sides, he clamped her in place with his hands over her wrists. She thrilled to his possession.
Something about his dominance was so incredibly erotic.
He laid on top of her, his c**k nestled between her legs, his thighs brushing hers, and she could have cried at the severe need it evoked in her. She bit her lip to keep from begging him to f**k her, to scream that she needed it right now.
But all he did was rub against her. The hairs of his thighs tickled her skin, the head of his c**k slid between her pu**y lips, then he withdrew, only to rub his cockhead against her clit.
She gritted her teeth and glared at him, lifting her hips, demanding he give it to her. Was he really going to make her say it?
He reared back, then slid forward, seating himself fully inside her.
She whimpered, then moaned in utter ecstasy as her body swelled around his cock. It had been so long. So damn long. And before it had been awkward and kind of painful and she’d wanted so much to please him, but it had hurt. And she’d been shy and hadn’t known what she was doing. She’d had so many things rolling around in her head that night ten years ago.
Now she was focused only on Mac, only on the sensations driving her. Now it didn’t hurt. It was utter pleasure.
His c**k was thick and hot, pulsing inside her, stretching her.
Her pu**y gripped him, tightening in protest as he partially withdrew, then thrust. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips, drawing him even deeper.
“You’re so beautiful, Lily,” he said as he looked down on her.
But she was the one in awe of him. Braced on his hands above her, he was all muscle, all working man. Not an ounce of softness on him, but a man who used his hands and his body, whose muscles were forged doing a hard day’s labor, not in a gym. He used every one of those muscles to surge against her.
The room was hot, perspiration coating their skin. Mac bent down and gathered Lily close. He lifted her leg and gripped one of her ass cheeks, drawing her tighter against him.
Their bodies slid together as he powered against her, kissing her with a ravaging passion that she met with eager abandon.
Release hovered. She forced it back, not wanting this moment to end. She wanted to be held, suspended, just like this, for as long as she could. With Mac’s mouth on hers, his hands on her body, his c**k tucked inside her and all the things that kept them apart obliterated from her consciousness.
But, dammit, he ground against her, rubbing against her clit. She tore her mouth from his.
“Mac, stop.”
He stilled. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to make me come.”
His half-smile was devastating. “And that’s bad?”
“I don’t want to. Not yet.” She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. So soft, so thick, and damp with his sweat.
“Oh, but I need you to come for me, baby. I want to feel your pu**y squeeze my c**k so hard that I can’t hold back and go off inside you.”
Her pu**y quivered in reaction to the dark promise in his words. He rolled against her, each point where their bodies made contact a sizzle of sensation, a heated reminder of their connection.
Slick, wet, they slid against each other, undulating like ocean waves crashing against the shore. Mac moved up and Lily met each thrust, no longer able to hold back the tidal wave of her rushing orgasm. She held onto his arms and rode it out.
He kissed her as she came, taking in her screams, groaning against her as he pinned his pelvis tight against hers, his orgasm making him grit his teeth. His shudders against her, knowing that he was coming that hard inside her, ratcheted up her own climax to a frenzied level, until she was shaking and spent.
Panting, she held onto him, not wanting to break the contact. They were slick with sweat and she thought about being on someone else’s bed, but at the moment she didn’t care. She was in heaven and this was perfect, regardless of location.
Mac pressed soft, lingering kisses across her lips, licking her bottom lip.
“You taste good.”
She smiled. “Like beer?”
“No. Like Lily. A little hot, a little spicy mixed with sweet.”
She sighed.
“And I want to make love to you about a hundred times right now, but we need to give Jim and Sheila their RV back.”
This time, her sigh was one of resignation. “I know.
Should we wash their sheets?”
Mac laughed and rolled off her. “No. They’ll do it.
They used my bed a few times when they were first getting together and I did the honors. They know the score.”
He held out his hand and helped her up, showed her where the bathroom was so they could clean up.