Chapter 12
Barry stopped in front of her. “Your dessert will have to wait. I’m famished.”
Oh, and she would get hers after he got his. Mac spread her legs wide in invitation. Barry dropped to his knees between her splayed legs. His hands rubbed along the top of her thighs as his gaze zeroed in on her crotch.
Her panties were already soaked through, and the arousal could do doubt be seen through the grey cotton shorts.
“You’re already wet for me, baby.”
“It’s from my shower,” she lied. There was something fun about teasing him. Making him find out for himself.
His gaze lifted up to her face, the corner of his lip twitching in humor. “Is that so? In that case, you should be more thorough when drying off.”
“I was in a hurry.”
“Well, I am not. Hands up, hold onto the chair,” Barry ordered. Mac didn’t know why he didn’t want her to touch him, but she did as he instructed. She gripped the corners of the chair and waited with bated breath to see what he was going to do next.
Barry gripped both sides of her shorts and tugged them down. Mac arched her back, lifting her butt from the chair to aid in his lowering her shorts and underwear to her ankles. She stepped out of them and watched as Barry threw them over his shoulder without a care.
“Let’s see what’s in this cupboard.”
Barry rocked forward on the balls of his feet and leaned closer between her splayed legs. Mac held her breath as she watched him slowly lower between her legs, but he changed angles at the last second and turned his head to the left, kissing the top of her thigh.
Mac released a harsh breath as he trailed kisses down her thigh to her knee. He gripped her ankle and lifted it as his kisses reached her calf, then to her ankle itself, before draping it over his shoulder.
He lifted her other ankle to his lips and reversed his course from her other leg, kissing back up her leg.
Mac tightened her grip on the chair, feeling the wood bite into her palms. Her butt slid to the edge of the chair, not having a support any longer.
Her neck craned at an awkward angle from sliding down.
Her arms shook from wanting to reach down and touch him, but Mac refused to disobey in fear he would stop this sweet torture.
He stopped at the juncture of her legs. Her sex was practically oozing at this point. Barry took a deep inhale and breathed out. Mac shuddered from feeling his hot breath on her core.
With his eyes locked on hers, Barry’s tongue darted out and swiped over her center. Mac’s eyes fell closed as another shudder wracked through her body.
“Definitely sweet and salty,” Barry murmured before running his tongue through her sex folds again.
Mac’s butt slipped further from the chair. Her heels dug into his back to help keep her supported as she felt her hands start to slacken.
Barry wrapped his arms around her outer thighs and held her legs open while continuing to lick her with strong steady strokes like he was licking an ice cream cone and had to get every drop before it melted.
Mac fell completely down the chair so her back was now on the cushion. Barry supported her whole lower body. Her legs were still braced on his back while his hands had lowered to hold up her butt as he licked and stroked her sex.
“So delicious,” he mumbled, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. Moving her against his mouth.
“I’m…getting…close,” Mac panted, unable to move and just taking what he gave her.
“Come for me. I want to taste that sweet nectar.” A finger slipped into slick core as his tongue moved up to her bundle of nerves.
His finger wasn’t deep, just inside her entrance. His working her in tandem had her legs shaking. His lips clamped down on her clit as his digit thrust deeper, sending her hurtling over the edge of the abyss.
Barry continued licking her through her orgasm until the last tremor faded; only then did he lower her Jello legs down to the floor and help her sit up.
She was still slumped over, but her neck was no longer craned to the side. She noticed Barry looking up at her with a silly look on his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so pretty after you come. Hair all tousled. Body practically glowing. Your eyes are as soft as melted butter.” Mac felt her cheeks heat. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I probably should be.” No one had ever talked about her post-orgasm looks before. “But I don’t have the energy.”
“That’s good. Almost as good as that mighty fine dessert.” Barry licked his lips as if he could still taste her. Maybe he could. Her thighs were covered in liquid. Most was probably hers.
Barry stood up, his cock was still hard and ready. She looked up at him seductively. “And now it’s time for mine.”
“You still hungry, baby?”
“Famished,” she replied, mirroring his words from earlier.
“How about we move this dessert to the bedroom?”
Sounded good to her. “Let me just wrap up dinner before we do.” As eager as she was for more lovemaking, she didn’t want to have to deal with spoiled food in the morning.
Mac made quick work of putting the leftovers in Tupperware and into the fridge. Barry helped her scrape off the plates and put them into the dishwasher.
She’d deal with the pans in the morning. “Done,” she announced. The worst was done, now she could focus on Barry. She started to walk past him to head to the bedroom but hadn’t made it more than a step before Barry swept her up in his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, wishing he was wearing less clothing so she could tease him like he always did her.
His long strides closed the distance to the bedroom in a few steps. Barry flipped on the light then set her on her feet.
Mac kept her arms around his neck as she rose up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Barry eagerly opened his lips for her probing tongue. She walked them back to the bed, never breaking the kiss. Barry’s hands grabbed onto her waist, gliding them up and down her back.
When Barry stopped moving backward, she realized they’d made it to the bed. She pulled from the kiss and lowered her hands to the hem of his shirt. He assisted her with lifting it over his head and tossing it to the side.
Mac didn’t allow herself to linger on his bare torso and instead went immediately to the button of his shorts. She undid the snap and pushed the material past his thighs, letting gravity lower them to his feet.
Barry kicked them free, leaving him in just his black boxers. The tip of his cock peeked over the waistband as if telling her it was there. As if she could forget.
Mac’s hands coasted up his torso to his chest, feeling the smooth muscles before pushing against him.
Barry was much stronger than her and could have just stood there if he had wanted, but he let her control the pace.
“Middle of the bed,” she ordered. Though it was hard to take one serious giving orders in just a tank top and nothing else.
Barry followed her directions anyway, scooting to the middle of the bed and watching her, waiting for her to give her next instructions.
Mac made slow work of crossing her arms over her front and gripping both sides of the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head before tossing it to the side.
Barry’s breathing turned harsh, and more than once, she saw his cock thump as if trying to get out of his boxers and get to her.
Giving her a newfound confidence, Mac walked slowly up to him, swaying her hips back and forth to give him a good show until she reached the bed.
She crawled up on it, her hands on either side of his legs.
His hands stroked through her hair and pulled her to his lips.
He kissed her like a starved man and she was a banquet.
His tongue danced and dueled with hers for supremacy.
Mac straddled his waist, his boxer-covered cock settling against her core.
Mac wrapped her arms around his back and pulled herself closer so they were chest to chest. His hard pectorals abrading his erect nipples as she ground against his cock.
Mac leaned forward, and Barry fell back until he was lying completely on his back. She scooted further up past his waist as she reached up to grip his hands and pull them away from her head, setting them on the bed. “Keep your hands up,” she whispered against his lips.
Trusting him to listen, Mac released him and trailed kisses down to his chin then along his jawline to his ear. She tugged it between her teeth gently like he had done to her more than once.
Barry’s hip lifted and his cock rubbed against her center. Soon she would get to him, but she wanted to explore more of him first. Their lovemaking had been one-sided up until now. Barry had done all of the exploring. Touching and tasting almost all of her body. Now it was her turn.
Mac pulled back, slowly releasing his ear with an audible pop before kissing her way down his neck to his chest. She took a deep inhale and smelled his musky, male scent along with a hint of her shampoo. Some of the suds must had rinsed down his chest.
She moved her kisses to his right pectoral and swirled her tongue around his nipple. It hardened under her tongue. Barry thrust up against her again, but Mac kept her pussy just out of reach.
This was about his pleasure, not hers.
She shifted her focus to his other nipple before continuing her journey down to his abdomen.
Mac shifted her body further down his body so her core was over his thighs.
She felt his muscles bunch and coil under her mouth and hands.
His breathing was harsh to her ears. She had him as out of control as he normally made her. The thought made her smile.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, babe.”
“I haven’t even started yet.” She chuckled, feeling a feminine power she’d never felt before. Previous lovers let her give them blow jobs but never so slowly and at her own pace. They were in a rush to get their jollies off and cared very little about her own pleasure.