Chapter 23
Mac
Ilove the way Eliza blushes every time I bring up certain subjects. We haven’t discussed this idea of a list since she was over for dinner for us to discuss our arrangement. Now that we’ve started making bigger steps in achieving her manifestation, I want to know what exactly she wants to try.
“Ummm,” she starts and adjusts herself in her seat while fidgeting with her fork. “Okay.”
I can’t help my grin. She has my full attention, and I twist my chair to face her better. “Is there anything that you’ve thought you always wanted to try?”
She spins her fork between her fingers, her eyes focused on it before they return to me. “I’d like to, um...” She sits up and pulls her shoulders back, letting out a deep breath. “I’d like to try giving and receiving oral.”
There’s no question about that being on a list. I got a small taste of her last night, and if that didn’t feed into all my fantasies of spending hours between her thighs watching her quiver as eat her out.
“Okay, noted. Anything else.”
She blushes and ducks her head as she tucks hair behind her ears. I reach out and with two fingers under her chin, lifting her head making her meet my eyes. Her eyes are slightly wider, but she holds my gaze.
“You’re thinking of something specific right now. I want to know what it is.”
“I want to come...on your fingers...” She licks her lips. “In public while I fight to make sure no one notices.”
I stare at her, speechless from my surprise at having those words leave her mouth. I never expected her to say that. The other thing that gets to me is the way she says the word fingers, like it’s only my fingers she thinks of when she falls into this fantasy.
When I feel her start to try to advert her gaze, I fall back into my senses and say, “We can definitely arrange that.”
Pink tinges her cheeks, but she doesn’t shy away. It’s like knowing that I’m not shying away from the things she wants is helping to slowly build her confidence, and if that isn’t a fucking turn on.
“What else?”
“I don’t know. I want to try new things, explore. I never really put together a list.”
I nod. “Okay, is there anything that you absolutely don’t want to do?”
“Anything with pain, blood, or breath play. They just don’t tickle my fancy.”
“Noted.”
“I don’t think I’d be opposed to light spanking, but I also want to be able to sit afterwards.”
This woman is going to be the death of me.
We have so much to explore, and it sounds like she wants to find everything that gets her off.
I’m more than happy to oblige. I grab her hand and tug on it carefully, and she leaves her seat.
I help her straddle my legs as my hands slowly make their way up the outside of her thighs before settling on her ass and pulling her close.
Her sharp intake of breath and the widening of her pupils go straight to my cock.
“I was thinking today we might begin to explore some of these things.”
She nods, and my lips find hers in a desperate kiss. I’ve spent the last few weeks, months if I’m being honest with myself, using thoughts of her to get myself off. The thought of moving some of those fantasies into reality has me worried I’ll be coming much faster than I’d like.
Her fingers find purchase in my hair, pulling just enough that my head falls back slightly allowing her to take more control of the kiss. My hands find the back her thighs, and I stand. Her legs lock behind my back, her kiss deepening as I walk to my bedroom.
Walking straight to the bed, I follow her down, hovering over her as my hands slowly move up her sides, stopping when my thumb is able to brush the side of her breast. I pull back enough to meet her eyes, and she reads the question in mine and nods.
My hand moves from her side to cup her breast. She’s not wearing a bra under her sleep top, and I find her nipple, lightly pinching it.
She moans and pushes her chest into my hand.
I crash my lips to hers again, relishing in the way she eagerly kisses me back.
Her hands find my the hem of my shirt and slowly slide their way under and up my torso.
I grin against her lips before sitting up and removing my shirt, dropping it beside the bed.
She bites her lip as her eyes trace over my exposed chest.
After a few seconds, she finds the hem of her own shirt.
She pauses for a second before dragging it up her body and shuffling out of it, leaving it on the bed beside her.
It’s now my turn to take her in. Her nipples are taut, and my first thought is immediately that I want to wrap my lips around them and flick my tongue over them to see just how she’d respond.
I slowly lean over her again, taking her lips in a slower kiss this time.
My hand finds her bare breast and softly squeezes.
She nips at my bottom lip, and I think she’s ready for some more fun.
My lips leave hers and make a slow trail down her neck and chest before finding her nipple.
My tongue flicks across it, and she writhes beneath me.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Yes.” Her voice comes out breathless.
I repeat the action, and she arches her back as though chasing my mouth for more.
I indulge her and wrap my lips around her pert nipple, gently scraping my teeth over it.
Her hand flies to my hair and grabs a handful, holding me in place.
I switch between flicking my tongue across it and scraping my teeth as my hand begins slowly trailing down her stomach, my finger toying with the waist band of her shorts.
“Please,” she moans, and I know all inhibition has left her.
My hand ducks beneath the waistband and slowly down until I feel just how wet she is. Her hips shuffle, and she slowly spreads her legs, giving me more room.
“Is this all for me? Is your pussy this wet for me, Eliza?”
“God.” She throws an arm over her eyes. “Yes, it’s for you.”
That fills me with more pride than it should. I gently dip my fingers inside her, bring up her wetness to her clit as I slowly circle it. She releases more swear words than I think I’ve ever heard her say before.
“So responsive, Eliza.”
She blushes, but her hips roll up towards my hand.
I watch her, the way her cheeks rise as she squeezes her eyes under her arm, the increase in her breathing, the way her mouth is slightly parted and colour fills her cheeks and starts to spread down her chest. I slowly drag my fingers lower, pressing two inside her, watching her reaction.
“Yes,” she moans, dragging the word out.
She removes her arm from over her eyes and looks at me.
Her gaze is full of need and has me kissing her in a rough and sloppy way that I haven’t done since I was a teenager.
Her hand trails down my chest and hesitates briefly above my shorts before she slides it into them and her fingers find my hard cock.
She inhales sharply as they wrap around it, and I drop my head resting my forehead against hers.
“Fuck,” I moan.
She slowly moves her hand up and down, gauging my response.
I’m closer than I should be right now. Our breaths mingle as we both work to get the other over the edge.
I can feel she’s close, and I don’t change a thing, watching her body writhe more and more the closer she gets.
She clamps around my fingers, and I know she’s right on the edge.
“Mac,” she whispers, and I kiss her as her orgasm ripples through her, following seconds behind her. I roll off her and onto my back, staring at the ceiling, working to catch my breath. That was one of the hottest things I’ve experienced, and I’m not sure what that says about me.