Chapter 19
Eliza
Ialmost beg Mac not to stop. When I got ready for tonight, I wasn’t sure if I was going to ask Mac for more tonight, but I felt so comfortable with him and it felt so right.
I had taken the leap this past week and went out and bought new lingerie just so I was prepared, and I’m glad I did.
I feel sexy in this matching red bra and panty set, and the way Mac’s eyes are trailing over my body like he can’t get enough is only adding to my confidence.
I reach behind my back and undo the clasps of my bra, letting it slide down my arms when I’m done. He drags his hand down his face as he continues to stare. Taking it a step further, I push my panties down my legs and step out of them.
“Fucking hell, you’re going to kill me,” he mutters, and I grin to myself.
He steps close enough that my nipples brush against his chest, and it causes me to inhale sharply. His lips smash into mine, and I melt against him, my hands finding his shoulders as I reach up on my tiptoes. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me close, and I moan into his mouth.
He breaks the kiss and whispers, “On the bed.”
I follow his instructions, scrambling onto the bed. He slips out of his boxer briefs and moves around the end of the bed to a chair in front of a large set of windows. He sits and starts stroking himself.
“Touch yourself, Eliza. Show me how you make yourself feel good. Show me how comfortable with your body you are.”
I’m beyond being shy when it comes to this with Mac.
He’s done nothing but make me feel good about myself.
I rise on my knees, facing him. My left hand finds my breast while my right slowly finds its way down my chest and stomach to between my legs.
I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. I moan as my finger first makes contact with my clit.
Mac’s responding groan fills the room. I work to keep my eyes open, watching him as he continues to stroke himself, watching me. His eyes don’t stay on one spot, but rather roam everywhere as if he’s not sure what he wants to focus on.
I slowly build myself up. My left hand switches between breasts as I gently pull at my nipples and roll them between my thumb and index finger.
I’m on the cusp of orgasm, and my legs start to feel week.
Mac’s hand starts to move faster over his erection, his mouth hanging open. He must be close too.
I fall back on my ankles, my eyes shut and my knees spreading further apart and mutter curse words from Mac fill the air.
I’m so close, I can feel the orgasm hovering there, waiting for me to fall off the edge.
When I open my eyes again and watch Mac, I fall over the edge, squeezing my eyes shut.
His name rolls off my tongue like it’s the only thing I can say as my orgasm shutters through me.
My mind is floating above me, and I almost don’t hear Mac’s own groans, his ragged breathing following.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I work to catch my breath.
I barely notice that Mac has walked past me until I hear running water coming from the washroom.
I lift off my legs and lie down on the bed, eyes still closed as I fight the urge to sleep.
A minute later, Mac returns and I feel a warm cloth between my legs.
I hum at the sensation. When he’s done, he takes my hands and helps me sit up.
I barely make it to the washroom, my legs wanting to give out.
After I finish my business, I stare at myself in the washroom mirror, and I swear I can see a glow to my skin. Even though I feel tired after the way my orgasm wrung me, I don’t look tired.
When I return to the bedroom, Mac has slipped his boxer briefs back on and is sitting on the edge of the bed.
I walk up to him, stepping between his spread thighs and wrapping my arms around his neck.
We’re closer to the same height like this, and I lean forward and kiss him.
His hands find the backs of my thighs, and I want to climb into his lap.
“Ready for bed?” he asks.
I bite my lip. As much as I want to crawl into this bed with him, I didn’t bring anything for work tomorrow.
“I need to head home. I don’t have any of my stuff here.”
Disappointment fills his eyes, but he nods.
“How do you feel? I know that was a big step.”
“Invigorated,” I say almost immediately. “I don’t feel self-conscious with you. You made me feel safe and sexy.” I kiss him again, whispering, “Thank you,” across his lips.
His hand finds the back of my head again, and he tightens his grip in my hair.
I melt into him, on the verge of saying fuck it and spending the night.
I slowly extricate myself from his arms and find my clothes.
He watches as I slip back into my panties and bra and when I pull my dress on, he has me turn and slowly zips it back up.
As I step back into my shoes, he puts on a pair of black sweats and follows me to the front door.
“You sure I can’t convince you to stay?”
“I’m sure.”
“Bring a bag with some of your things next time. We need to start placing your stuff around this place.”
It hits me right there. This is all part of our arrangement. As much as it might feel reel at times, this is all a transaction. He helps me with my manifestation to lose my virginity this year, and I play the part of the perfect doting girlfriend. We each get something.
He kisses me and says goodnight before I turn and leave, reminding myself not to forget what this is.