N. Walters - MacNamaras Lady

His good arm snaked out and his fingers tangled in her short hair. He pulled her mouth closer to his cock. “Hmm, you want me to do something else?” she teased. “Maybe something like this.” She took the thick head into her mouth and sucked.

T.S. moaned, his fingers tightening slightly against her scalp. She smiled when she felt no sense of panic. All she felt was a sense of pride and arousal. She straddled one of his thighs, rubbing her slick, aching pussy against it.

“Fuck. Babe.” He might have wanted to say more but he couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he groaned and worked his hips, trying to get her to take more of his cock into her mouth.

Missy reached between his legs and captured his testicles, rolling the balls gently between her fingers. He tensed beneath her. His sac tightened beneath her touch.

Releasing him, she gripped his shaft once again and began to pump. Up and down. Slow at first but getting faster with each stroke. She breathed through her nose as she sucked him hard, taking as much of him as she could. He tensed but didn’t push, allowing her to set the pace and the depth.

His hands slid from her hair, down her neck to her shoulders. “Babe,” he gasped. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Her pussy spasmed. She wanted that too. She released his cock head with a wet pop. He groaned and urged her upward. She slithered over him, kissing every inch of his tempting olive-toned skin as she could.

His patience snapped. T.S. surged upward, flipping her onto her back. He loomed above her, ready to claim her. He placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide before kneeling between them. He started to lean over her and then swore.

He climbed off the bed and, for a horrible second, she thought he was leaving. Then he grabbed his pants off the floor and dug out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out a condom and dropped his wallet back on the floor.

Missy was glad he’d thought of a condom because for the first time in her life she hadn’t. He ripped the packet open and soon had the latex covering smoothed over his erection.

Kneeling between her legs once again, he fitted the head of his cock against the opening of her sheath. He lifted one of her legs over his thigh. He placed his other hand flat on the mattress beside her head, supporting himself as he pressed inward.

He was large and thick, and her inner muscles contracted, keeping him from going very deep. “Relax, Missy.” His voice was thick with need, the tip of his cock stretching her. But he didn’t rush, didn’t push. Instead, he waited for her body to loosen, to accept him.

He pressed a kiss on her cheek, her forehead, her nose. She turned her head toward him and their lips met. She sighed and he sank another several inches into her. He was a part of her now, but it wasn’t enough. She arched upward taking even more of him.

She broke their kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Finish it.”

His pupils dilated as he flexed his hips, sinking into her one inch at a time until he was completely inside her. It was slightly uncomfortable at first. He filled her to the limits, stretching her sheath to the max. But it felt good too.

She could feel the pulse of his cock inside her, deeper than any other man had ever gone. Her pussy contracted around him, squeezing tight. The muscles in his jaw tightened and she knew he was waiting. For her.

She cupped his face in her hands feeling protected and cared for. He made her feel precious and special. But she wanted more. She wanted hot, sweaty, heart-pounding sex. “Let go.”

He groaned and then shifted, taking her with him as he rolled onto his back. “You do it. You control what you want. How you want it.”

Missy sat up, the innocent motion driving him even deeper. They both groaned.

“That’s it, babe.” He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples. “While you ride my cock I’m going to play with these. They’re fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”

God, had a man ever been so sexually frank with her before? She didn’t think so. He was rough and slightly crude, but he was also gentle and caring. She moaned when he lightly plucked her nipples. He was also pushing her to the edge again.

She rose up slightly on her knees and came down again, squeezing his thick cock into her slick channel. It felt so good she did it again. This time harder and faster.

One of T.S.’ hands snaked down her torso and found its way between her thighs. He teased her clit with one finger and used his other hand to fondle her breast.

Missy’s entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her heart raced. Her skin tingled. She rose and fell on his cock over and over again. She cried out when he scissored two of his fingers, capturing her sensitive clit in between.

She was panting hard now, lost in her own pleasure. Oblivious to everything but their heavy breathing, the feel of his hands on her body, the slap of their skin as they came together again and again.

“Yes,” she cried as she slammed down onto him one final time. Her pussy contracted hard, gripping his cock. Spasms shook her entire body. She cried out his name as he rolled, taking her beneath him. He came up onto his knees, hooked his arms beneath her thighs and thrust hard and fast.

Missy came again. Or maybe it was the same orgasm. It was impossible to tell as he pounded into her. He tensed and yelled. She felt the ripples in his cock, the heat of him as he came.

T.S. bent forward, resting his head on her shoulder. Her thighs were still draped over his arms, his cock still throbbing inside her. She moaned as another contraction seized her. T.S. swore and held on to her hips.

They both lay there totally spent until she shivered. With her body cooling she was noticing the cool air of the apartment. She was also becoming aware of her aches and pains and the fact that she was lying naked in bed with a man she’d never even been on a date with.

T.S. raised his head. He studied her for the longest time. Then he smiled. It wasn’t a smug I’ve-just-gotten-laid male smile. Nor was it the one she saw him use in social settings. No, this one was different. This was a genuine deep-from-the-soul smile.

Missy smiled back, unable to resist.

He eased out of her, being careful to hold the condom in place. He rolled off the bed and padded naked from the room. She heard the toilet flush and water run. She shivered again and managed to drag the covers down and climb beneath them. The sheets were cold. She really should get a nightgown.

T.S. came back into the room with a washcloth in his hands. Not bothering to ask, he pulled back the covers and proceeded to wipe between her thighs. Missy was too shocked to protest. This was a first for her. Usually she slipped from the bed to discreetly clean herself up after sex. She should have known it would be different with T.S.

He hung the damp cloth over the knob of the nightstand drawer and crawled in bed with her. She had to shift over to give him room. He took up a lot of space.

He eased her into his arms until her head was resting on his shoulder. She felt him kiss the top of her head. “Sleep. I’ve got you.”

As if her body had been waiting to hear just those words, she closed her eyes and drifted off.

When Missy woke the next morning she was alone. She ignored the pang of disappointment that sat like a stone in the pit of her stomach. It was for the best that T.S. was gone. They’d finally had sex after months of her speculating what it would be like. It was even better than she’d ever imagined it would be.

He’d been there for her when she’d needed him. That was more than she could have asked of him. But now it was over. Done. Finished.

And she was lying to herself.

A slight banging sound caught her attention and she frowned. Was he still here? Easing out of bed, she found her bathrobe lying neatly on the end of the bed and pulled it on. T.S. must have put it there for her. He was already proving to be a very thoughtful lover. Anticipation heightened her senses as she belted the robe tight and started down the short hallway to the kitchen.

The sight that met her left her slightly horrified, yet bemused and strangely pleased. Her usual pristine countertop was piled with bowls, utensils and food. T.S. was cooking her breakfast.

As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned and met her gaze. “Hey.” He walked over to her, caught her chin in his hand, tilted her head upward and kissed her. It was a brief, good morning kiss that had her bare toes curling into the tile.

She stood there like an idiot, simply staring at him. One corner of his mouth turned up and she shook her head. The man was lethal. He was wearing only a pair of dress pants that were zipped but not buttoned, exposing way too much potent male flesh for her liking. The pristine bandage around his arm was a stark reminder of the more unpleasant aspects of last night.

“How’s your arm?”

He shrugged and went back to the stove where he had eggs cooking. “It’s fine.”

Obviously, he didn’t want to talk about it. Missy made sure the belt to her robe was still snug before heading to the coffee pot. It was full and she needed a hit of caffeine. As she poured herself a mug and added sugar, she watched T.S. work. He cooked with competence, with no wasted movements.

She imagined he was like that when he was swinging a hammer or using a drill. She wasn’t quite sure what his everyday routine was like on the job but she figured since he owned his own company he probably did a lot of jobs, whatever needed to be done.