Chapter 13
LAYNE
I’ve never had a lucid dream before. But everything Mack says and does is so perfect, that’s what it feels like.
Mack slowly slips off my panties, leaving me naked, laid out like an offering across the bed. His deep brown eyes say that he just wants to make me melt with pleasure. Should I feel nervous? No. I know I'm ultimately the one in control.
My face grows warm as he nudges my knees apart, analyzing every inch of my skin, caressing me with a tenderness that borders on worship.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, lying down and positioning us diagonally across the bed. I grab a few pillows to prop myself up again. Watching his eyes glow is just as hot as the way he makes me feel.
His deep voice is raspy as he looks at me. "Spread your pussy. Show me where you want me.”
I appreciate his clear communication. I'd be lost at what to do next otherwise. My hands lift, trembling as I spread my legs wide, then reach between them. With a finger on each side, I open my outer lips, feeling completely exposed.
He lets out a dark, ravenous growl that hits deep in the back of my soul.
Mack lunges forward, burying himself in my flesh, murmuring, "Mine."
All rational thought falls away as I realize how hot and wet my pussy is.
While his tongue flicks sharply against my clit, he traces a lazy pattern along my inner thigh with his fingertips.
A shiver runs through me as his index finger circles my inner lips.
Sparkles of desire shoot down my spine and through my entire nervous system from his gentle, perfect touches.
I gasp as a finger slides inside me, then again when his other hand traces the curve of my breasts, his thumb flicking against my tight nipples.
I'm about to come, so hard. I can feel the tension gathering in my core. Just as the horizon is in sight, Mack lunges upward, pulling an aching nipple between his lips.
"I haven't sucked these enough," he groans, switching to the other side. "They look so pretty and delicious I can't resist."
"Mack," I whisper, my hips writhing with desperate need. "I was so close."
His eyes blaze as he moves up to capture my mouth. He slides his finger back inside me, pulsing with a slow, perfect beat. "I know, baby. I need to tease you a little longer."
"Why? I don't…just…"
He abandons my lips to kiss along my collarbones, until I'm fighting back a whine. Then he sucks at my nipples again, scraping them faintly with his teeth. I can't stop gasping.
It feels like I'm giving myself to him. Not a one-sided exchange like a gift. More like allowing him to play with me. Enjoy me like a toy. Maybe I don't even know what I'm thinking. I'm drunk on all these new sensations.
He opens his mouth, sucking as much of my breast as he can. I squirm underneath him, my hands roaming across his firm back, unable to reach his ass to give it a tap.
"Mmm," he murmurs. "My girl is delicious."
He captures my mouth again, kissing me deep and slow. I need him inside me. But every time I try to shift to encourage him into that position, he holds me in place.
Mack groans louder. "Every single part of you is unbelievably delicious, baby." He settles between my legs again, this time planting two fingers deep inside me.
My body twitches, thighs instinctively closing.
"No, baby. Spread them for me," he commands.
"Nice and wide." I'm so wet that his thick fingers move easily inside me now.
"You're going to come on my hand while I lick your clit.
" He looks up at me, eyes blazing. "Then you're going to tell me that you want my cock inside you. "
Yes please.
My clit feels swollen as he drags his tongue around it, his hand moving faster as I twitch, my hips rising to meet his pace.
A dark heat deep in my core begins to throb.
It's intense, almost dangerous. I'm going to shatter.
Just as I think I can't take anymore, Mack looks up at me, his eyes hazy with lust.
I tremble as his hot breath mists across my pussy. He licks upward, bathing my sensitive nub with his tongue as I feel him spread his fingers, stretching me to get me ready for that massive cock.
"Oh…Mack!!" I scream as my head falls back, all the pressure releasing as I pull at his hair, rubbing myself against his open mouth. The world spins as I fight for air, the climax shaking me until I'm a helpless puddle.
He gently licks up my juices as I catch my breath. Then my fingers clutch his shoulder. "Please."
"Please…what?"
"I want you."
"Want me where? And how?" He moves up to kiss me lightly, then smiles. “I need specifics, my sweet baby."
I take hold of the short hair at the back of his neck. "Your cock. Inside me. Now."
He grins. "No more please?"
I make an annoyed sound that makes him laugh. Then he becomes serious for a moment. "You're very tight, Layne. I don't want to hurt you. So we're going to be very careful, okay?"
He moves swiftly, gently moving me aside so he can sit with his back against the headboard and a pillow behind him.
He guides me into place, and I stare in disbelief.
Everything about this gorgeous man is stunning.
His muscular legs. Rippling torso. Sculpted shoulders.
And the long, thick cock jutting up proudly is so hard it’s almost frightening.
"You’re so…big," I whisper, shifting to kneel over his hips.
"And you are curvy and beautiful and soft and sweet," he murmurs. "Come here, baby."
He helps me get into place, his shaft flat against my wet pussy. Instead of just thrusting in, Mack snuggles me to his chest as we kiss gently, allowing our bodies to breathe each other in.
From the way his erection is throbbing in time to his pulse, he is definitely not relaxed. But he's acting relaxed for me.
I love it.
Love being the center of his attention. Love that he's so careful with me. It makes me even more certain that this is the right decision.
I begin to stroke his length, rubbing it against my open pussy. As my thumb shifts over the crown, I feel a few droplets of his arousal. Good. I’m ridiculously wet for him, but we're going to need all the lubrication we can get.
I notice the surface is almost silky as I shift carefully, nudging the tip inside me. There's a strangled cry from the back of Mack’s throat.
"You like that?" I whisper. "You want to be inside me?"
"Of course."
He pulls me close, capturing my mouth in a long, breathy kiss.
He tastes faintly of my juices. Desire flashes through my body as I lower myself, capturing an inch of his length.
It's a very tight fit, but the more we kiss, the more he caresses my breasts, my hips, moving and shifting, it gets easier.
I gasp when I realize I have at least half of his cock inside me.
"Careful, baby," he says, his hands resting on my hips to stop me from lowering anymore. "Let's stay here for a minute."
He smiles at my whine as I move up and down slightly. "You feel so good," I murmur. "I bet I can take it all."
"Just make sure you're slow and careful," he says sternly. "My number one job is protecting you, beautiful."
You know what? I believe him.
My inner walls are stretched to the limit by his thick, throbbing cock. We kiss again, rocking and shifting together, both so eager and yet so careful. Inch after inch sinks deeper, gradually stretching my body open for his.
Finally, I look down in disbelief at where his entire cock has disappeared. The sight of the root of his shaft outside my wet pussy is the most arousing thing I've ever seen.
"Look at you," he groans, caressing my hips. "My sexy baby took the whole damn thing."
A shiver runs through me. I need to move on him. He helps me, half lifting me by the hips as we experiment with long, slow strokes. Not only is he caressing every single nerve inside me, when I lean forward, my clit rubs directly against his skin.
As soon as I open a bit more, Mack starts rolling his hips in a deep, undulating rhythm that makes me quiver. Every time he strikes home inside me, I melt a bit more.
“You feel like the tightest silk," he moans. "Just incredible."
It feels amazing to please him like this. To share this pleasure with him.
The more we move, the easier every movement becomes.
Our eyes lock as I grip his shoulders, meeting every forward pulse, moaning at every thrust. It's fascinating to learn this man's body.
Where he's hard, where he's sensitive. To hear how deeply he growls when I pull inward, tightening my inner muscles around him.
"So fucking hot," he mutters, lifting and lowering me faster. "This gorgeous body was made for me, baby." His gaze locks with mine. "Just as this beautiful woman was meant for me. You’re incredible, Layne."
Mack isn't just fucking me or claiming me. He's making love to me.
The rhythm rolls on and on, neither of us wanting to stop. The tension builds, the pressure demanding to be released as I feel his thickness swelling inside me.
"Coming on you in the shower was so hot I could've passed out," he groans, thrusting harder. "But coming inside you…so sweet and beautiful…and that look in your gorgeous eyes, baby. Can you come for me before I fill you up?"
I'm already nodding even before his thumb finds my oversensitive clit. "Yes!" I gasp, right on the edge.
"I can't wait to feel you come all over my cock," he murmurs, half-kissing me as we both gasp for air. "Need to feel your come coating my cock. Need to know you’re mine, baby."
The pace increases, the pressure of his massive cock ramming my pussy fast and deep driving me crazy. "I can feel you, baby,” he groans. "You’re coming all over me."
The dam breaks, drenching me in pleasure, making heat spill over and through me as my head falls back, my mouth opening in a ragged cry. "Yes…Mack, yes…" I'm squirming, bouncing, every thrust extending my mind-scrambling climax.
"Layne, baby," he groans, crushing me against him. Suddenly I'm lifted as Mack kneels, holding me in his arms as he thrusts into me faster and faster, coming hard and blasting my pussy with rope after rope of wet heat.
We melt into each other, kissing, caressing, then lying face to face across the bed.
He brushes my hair out of my eyes. "Layne, I've never…not like that. It was…" His eyes fall closed for a second as he breathes heavily. Then he opens them again, locking his gaze with mine. “How are you, baby? Tell me everything."
"Good." I giggle weakly. "Amazing. Wrung out? Spinny."
"That's not a very detailed incident report."
I barely have the energy to smack his gorgeous butt. "Not reporting time. Sleeping time."
We slip under the covers, and I snuggle into his arms.
Mack’s hard, muscled body has a few soft spots. Like his cheek, when he rubs it against mine. And the nook of his shoulder, perfect for me to use as a pillow.
I only hope that his heart is soft too, once we figure out what's going on between us.