Chapter 22
Eliza
Mac breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine, brushing my hair away from my face. He stares at me, and I know I must look a mess right now. My cheeks are probably flushed and I can guarantee my lips are swollen, all while Mac continues to look like the picture of perfection.
“We should get some sleep,” he says, and I nod.
He places a chaste kiss against my lips, and I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling as he rolls and faces away from me.
I am all worked up now. I’ve never been turned on by kissing someone the way that I am with Mac.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to quench the need growing between them.
As much as I enjoyed that make out session, I’m starting to regret it because now all I can think about is coming.
I listen to Mac, his breathing is evening out, and it sounds like he’s just about to fall asleep.
I give it a few minutes before my hand starts snaking its way down my front.
I slowly slip my hand under the waistband of my sleep shorts, doing my best to make as little noise as possible.
My breathing hitches and I bite my lip as my finger grazes across my clit.
I stifle my moan and squeeze my eyes closed.
I let out a deep breath, and my fingers begin their movements again.
My body is wound tighter than it ever has been before.
Between being unbelievably turned on and doing everything I can to stay quiet and avoid waking up Mac, I feel like I’m about to snap like a rubber band pulled too tight.
As my fingers continue to work, I feel that rubber band pulling tighter.
My toes curl in anticipation of the orgasm that I can feel about to tear through me.
I bite my lip so hard I fear I might draw blood as my fingers swipe over my clit one last time, sending an orgasm more intense than I’ve ever experienced through me.
I try to even out my breathing, but I nearly jump out of my skin when Mac says, “You’re gorgeous when you come.”
My head whips towards him. In my chase of my orgasm, I never noticed he'd rolled to face me. My entire body is flushed with embarrassment, and it doesn’t go away when he reaches for my wrist, pulling my hand out of my sleep shorts and bringing my fingers that are covered in my arousal to his mouth.
He wraps his lips around them and sucks on them.
He moans, and I’m surprised when it sends a thrill through my body.
“Mac, I...” I don’t know what to say.
“Don’t be embarrassed. That was hot, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching.”
My brows shoot up, and my breath hitches.
“This is just how much I enjoyed it,” he says as he takes my hand that he just had in his mouth and places it over his very hard cock. My fingers instinctively wrap around it, and he groans. I pull my hand back, and he grins as his moves under his shorts.
“I think that it’s only fair that you get to watch me come now.”
My body is frozen, and I can’t stop staring at him.
He looks right back at me, and I feel like I’m intruding, but I can’t seem to make myself move.
Unlike me, Mac doesn’t suppress his sounds.
I’m getting all hot and bothered again, but I just watch him, the way he stares at me as his hand works up and down his cock even though I can’t see what he’s actually doing between the dark and the blankets covering him.
His groan becomes low and guttural, and I think he’s about to come. I’m not wrong, but what surprises me is how he moans my name as his orgasm hits him.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Before he can gather himself, I slip out of bed and into the washroom.
I do my business and then take myself in in the mirror.
I’m a right mess. I do my best to quickly fix my hair and my top before heading back into the bedroom.
Mac slips into the washroom behind me, and I quickly scramble to the bed, climbing in with my back to the centre and pulling the blankets up and tucking them under my chin as I squeeze my eyes shut.
Mac comes back to bed, and I can feel his eyes on me. I don’t move, hoping he’ll just lie down and go to sleep, but no such luck.
“Eliza,” he says, his voice soft.
I roll, facing him, and he his hand comes to my cheek, his thumb light dusting across my skin.
“Are you embarrassed or ashamed?” he asks.
I swallow. “Embarrassed.”
He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. “I’m glad it’s not ashamed, but there’s no reason to be embarrassed. I want you to be comfortable with me and this if we’re to go any further. Your comfort is the most important thing.”
I nod and the smile he offers me is soft.
“Get some sleep.”
I nuzzle into the bed, noticing how my mind has slowed down from its earlier war path. I take a deep breath and relax, allowing sleep to take me.
When I wake up in the morning it’s to the smell of food.
I rub my eyes before putting my glasses on and slipping out of bed.
I find Mac in the kitchen, a podcast of some sort playing as he makes his way around the kitchen.
He must hear me because he smiles at me over his shoulder before returning to what he’s doing on the stove.
I make my way to the coffee pot and find the mugs in the cabinet about and pour myself a cup before adding a generous portion of sugar and finding milk in the fridge.
I slip into a chair at the table and hold my coffee like it’s something precious and close my eyes.
I don’t realize I’ve fallen to the cusp between being awake and asleep until Mac starts putting plates on the table and I startle.
“Sorry, Love.”
I smile and sit back in my chair while he brings two empty plates and cutlery.
“It’s not quite a full English breakfast, but I wasn’t sure how hungry you’d be.”
“Thank you. I’m usually slow to eat in the morning.”
He nods and doesn’t press me to eat, but rather loads his plate up with beans and toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage. As I sip my coffee, I notice Mac’s turned off his podcast and has moved to the newspaper. I stifle a yawn before heading back to the bedroom and grabbing my Kindle.
We sit at the table for a while, both of us reading our own things, and I realize that it feels normal. My friends are the few people that I feel comfortable in silence with, and as I think about it, I’ve spent several occasions with Mac in silence and didn’t want to crawl out of my skin.
After a few chapters, I grab some food and make my way through it slowly.
My book is just ramping up when Mac asks, “Have you given any more thought to your list?”
I raise a brow. “List?”
He nods, taking a bite of bacon and swallowing before he says, “Yes. Your list of things you want to try.”
This man has me blushing again. I shake my head slightly and swallow. “No, not really.”
He pushes his newspaper to the side and puts his fork down, giving me his full attention. “Why don’t we work on it together.”