Chapter 27 Mac #2
It was like I was elsewhere on another pleasure plane where all I could feel and smell was Arrochar.
“Mac …” Her voice filtered through, drawing me back to the world. Then her laughter. “Mac, you’re heavy.”
Realization dawned, and I opened my eyes.
I still leaned on Arro as she propped herself against the counter.
Huffing out a cursed apology, I eased off her and reluctantly pulled out. I pulled up my trousers and underwear but didn’t zip.
“You okay?”
Arro turned around, looking a little shell-shocked.
“I think … I thought my heart was going to explode.” She reached down to kick off her knickers and then smoothed her skirt over her thighs.
Her gaze dropped to me as I rolled off the condom and tied it.
Impossibly, I was still semihard, which held her attention as I crossed the room to bin the condom. “Mac?”
I didn’t bother tucking myself back in. I wasn’t done. Taking hold of her hand, I said, “Leave the coffee.”
“Again?” she asked, wide-eyed, before I led her toward her bedroom.
“It would seem you make my cock think it’s eighteen again,” I teased. Her delighted laughter made me so happy, I could barely bloody stand it.
Once in her bedroom, I undressed her. She stood before me, half naked, her nipples jutting proudly from her perky tits. Absolutely no shyness in my Arro. I whipped off my shirt and threw it with hers on the floor.
“Mackennon,” Arro whispered, stepping into me to caress my arms and then my stomach, which contracted at her touch. “In the kitchen … that was … different, right?” She looked up at me, still stunned.
I understood the feeling. Drawing her close, I nodded. “I’ve never come like that in my life.”
“You said things.” She bit her lip against a smile.
Grinning, I nodded. “I did. And you enjoyed them.”
“I’ve never … no one’s ever talked to me like that in bed, but … I liked it. A lot.”
Chuckling, I drew my hands around her waist and upward to cup her tits. She moaned, her hair falling down over my arms. “Look at you”—I nibbled at her mouth—“so fucking gorgeous.”
Needing her naked, I stripped off her skirt and enjoyed the way she hungrily watched as I removed the rest of my clothes.
“Mac,” she said, chest heaving as she devoured me. “You’re so sexy, it might kill me.”
I gave a bark of pleased laughter and then hauled her nakedness against mine. She was soft and warm against all my hard edges. “What do you want to do next?”
Arro seemed surprised by the question.
I smiled wickedly. “I’ve gotten my way the first few times. Now it’s your turn.”
She squirmed excitedly against me. “I want you to let me have my way with you.”
“Meaning?”
“Lie on the bed and don’t touch me until I say so.”
“Fine.” I kissed her, hard. “But turnabout is fair play.”
“I look forward to it,” she promised.
And that was how I found myself being tortured. Lying spread out for her on her bed like an offering. Don’t get me wrong—I enjoyed her lips and tongue and soft hands—but the woman had more patience than a saint, and she was tormenting me with her slow pace.
“Arro, come on,” I growled, curling my hands into restless fists to stop from touching her.
Having mercy, her hot mouth engulfed my cock, and I let out a satisfied grunt as she sucked it. Hard.
Holding Arro’s stunning blue gaze while her lips wrapped around my cock was too much. I’d never cared more; I’d never been so thrilled to have a woman’s mouth on me. Her slow ministrations had already built me toward the breaking point, and now this …
“I’m going to come,” I warned her in harsh pants.
She released me and despair would have flooded me, but seconds later, I was sheathed in her tight heat.
Her hair spilled across her shoulders, tangling over her beautiful tits, her stomach flexing as she rode me.
Had a man ever experienced anything better than this? Somehow I doubted it.
“Can I touch you now?”
She nodded, her cheeks flushed.
I gripped her hips in my hands and thrust up into her.
“Ahh!” Arro fell over me, pressing her hands to my shoulders. “Stop, don’t. Let me,” she begged.
I nodded, teeth gritted.
And she undulated slowly, up and down, her eyes holding mine as I watched her exult in taking her satisfaction from me.
I slipped my hand between us and fondled her clit.
Arro groaned, fingers biting on my shoulders. “Yes,” she pleaded.
I explored the bundle of nerves, taking her almost to the edge, and then I stopped. But only to take hold of one of her hands and push it between us. “Feel us,” I ordered. “Feel me moving inside you.”
She did, and she rode me harder with desperation. Suddenly I was pinned, holding on to her hips as she braced her hands on my shoulders to fuck me.
I got to watch her come, snapshotting the expression of unadulterated pleasure on her face as she rippled and pulsed around me.
That was when I let go, grinding her down on my cock as my hips arched off the bed to climax inside her.
Arro sprawled across my chest, breath puffing hotly against my nipple. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. “I love you so fucking much,” I whispered into the silent bedroom.
Arro tensed for a second and then turned her cheek to kiss my chest, before settling back against me.
An ache flared in that exact spot.
But I tightened my hold on her, patient, waiting.
I’d wait a million lifetimes for her.