Chapter 32 #2
“It was the fun piece I worked on in my spare time, and I wasn’t sad about drawing or rendering you.”
“I love it.” I wrap her up in a hug. Everything about tonight feels right. I pull back and brush her hair over her shoulders. “I need to tell you something important.”
“Sure. Okay.” She links her fingers behind my neck. “You can tell me anything, Mac.”
She's my best friend, my teammate, the one person I can share everything with. “I love you, Ophelia.”
Her eyes flare, and then soften, along with her smile. “I love you, too, Mac.”
I dip down and get lost in the softness of her lips and the sweet little whimper that hums across my lips.
We undress each other, until we’re down to our underwear.
I hook my thumbs into her waistband, drop to one knee, and tug them down her thighs, then run my hands up the outside of her thighs as I press my lips just below her navel.
“I can't wait to put my mouth on you.” My fingers flex on her hip in anticipation. “I’d go down on you all day every day if things like life, and classes, and hockey didn’t get in the way. ”
“Don’t forget sleep.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “Plus, you can’t just live on pussy juice.”
“But I could try.”
She laughs as I rise, fingertips skimming the outside of her thighs, until I curve around the soft swell of her ass and lift her, carrying her to the bed.
My erection springs free when she pushes my boxers over my hips, and I settle between her thighs.
She shifts under me and I glide across soft wet skin, and we make matching needy, relieved sounds.
“I’m starving for the taste of you,” I murmur against her lips, before I kiss a path down her body, pausing at all the sensitive spots that make her writhe and moan. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I lift my gaze to hers and I spread her wide, placing a gentle kiss on her clit.
She strokes my temple. “Are you going to be nice to me?”
"Aren’t I always?” I lick the juncture of her thighs.
“Don’t tease,” she pleads.
“But you make the prettiest sounds when I do, sweetheart.” I drag my tongue through her folds, and she moans. “Just like that.”
“Mac, please.” She rolls her hips and bites her lip.
“Tell me what you need.” I lick her again and wait.
She lifts her head, eyes finding mine as they spark and heat. “I want to be full of your fingers while you suck my clit and make me come until I’m delirious.”
“It’s like you’re inside my head, sweetheart.” She shudders when I cover her clit and circle it with my tongue.
Her hands slide into my hair. “Your mouth is pure magic.”
I grin as she fists the strands. “There’s nothing I love more than watching you come undone for me, Ophelia.” I lap at her, bringing her to the edge, relishing every sweet sound and needy groan until she tumbles into bliss.
When she can’t take any more, I kiss my way back up her body and she winds her arms and legs around me again, pulling my mouth to hers so she can kiss me and suck my tongue.
I pull back and stroke her flushed cheek. “I love you.”
She smiles softly. “I love you, too, Mac. So much.”
I brush my lips over hers. “I’m ready.”
She stills, eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. I want to know how it feels to be inside you. I want to be yours.”
“I want the same,” she whispers.
I kiss her again, soft and sweet, before I open the nightstand drawer and retrieve a condom.
“I'll put it on for you.” Fee plucks the foil square from my fingers, and I fold back on my knees, my hands a little unsteady, not from nerves but anticipation.
She sits up, putting her at eye level with my erection. She grips me in her fist, stroking a few times, eyes on mine as she leans in and kisses the tip. I suck in a breath as she covers the head with her soft lips and circles the ridge with her tongue.
Before I have a chance to issue a warning and my concern that if she keeps going, I won’t last long, she pops off and tears the wrapper, freeing the condom. She places it on the tip and carefully rolls it down my length.
I shudder at her gentle touch as she slides her warm palm up my chest and curves around my shoulder, tugging lightly. “Come to me.”
I stretch out over her and frame her face in my hands. “God I want you, Ophelia.”
“I’m yours.” Her eyes hold the same emotions that fill my heart. And then she reaches between us, guiding me to her entrance. “Nice and slow,” she cajoles, canting her hips up.
Sensation rockets through me, stealing my breath as I ease inside. A wave of goose bumps flashes across my skin, and I shudder when my hips meet hers. “Fuck, Ophelia. You’re so soft and warm.”
She runs her hands through my hair and down my back. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I swallow thickly and nod. “Better than good. It’s incredible. There’s nothing like it.” Desire, love, lust, need, and want trickle down my spine. My cock kicks inside her and she squeezes me. “Oh, fuck me.”
“I’d have to be on top to do that,” she teases.
I laugh and then groan, pressing my face against her neck for a second before I lift my head and cup her cheek in my palm. “I don’t know if I’ll last very long.”
“That’s okay. We have more condoms, and we can do it again if once isn’t enough for the first time.” She drags her nails down the back of my neck, eliciting a shiver.
“Everything feels heightened, more intense,” I admit.
“All these sensations are new for me, too,” she confesses. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.” I kiss her and roll my hips.
“Oh God.” She bites her lip and her lids flutter closed. “You should do that again.”
I pull out and push back in. It’s like fireworks exploding in my body.
Every nerve ending lights up, system on overdrive, sensation building and spiraling as I move over her, inside her.
I’m hers and she’s mine. I love her, I’m in love with her, and all I want is to get deeper, to never lose this feeling.
“It feels so good to have you inside me, Mac,” she whispers against my lips, her pussy clenching around me.
“You’re mine,” I growl, mindless with desire, chasing the high.
“Always yours,” she whimpers, hips jerking and nails digging into my shoulders as I keep rolling my hips, finding a steady rhythm. “Oh fuck.” Fee’s eyes soften in a way that’s become familiar.
I cradle her cheek in my palm. “Do you think you can come for me, sweetheart?”
“I’m close, but I know how good it feels.” She hooks her foot over my hip, changing the angle, pulling me deeper. “Talk to me, I’m almost there,” she begs.
“I can’t get enough of you, Ophelia.” I fight against the sweeping wave of pleasure. “How soft you are.” I pull out to the ridge and slide back in. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock. I want to hear you moan my name when I’m inside you, filling you up.”
“God, that mouth.” Her nails press into my shoulders, her heels dig into my ass, and her mouth drops open. “Don’t ever stop.”
I hook my arm under her right leg, tucking it against my ribs. Her eyes flare and she shudders under me. “That’s it, sweetheart, let me feel you. Let me give you what you need.”
My name tumbles from her pretty lips and she clenches around me as she comes. I pump into her twice more before my own orgasm wrecks me.
It’s a high like no other.
Before I can collapse on top of Fee, I roll us to the side and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. I feel the same but different. Whole. Connected. Sated. But still hungry for more.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She kisses me softly.
“I definitely want to do that again,” I whisper. “And like, soon.”
She kisses my chin. “Me, too.”