Richard

I went soft inside her. I waited, hoping the spasm of her tightening walls would arouse me again. I had experienced many women, none the like of Mackenzie. I could fuck her every hour of every day and still get a hard on at the sight of her, at the smell of her.

I marvelled at the sight of her glistening skin. I leaned in to taste it. She had been correct in assuming earlier that I would enjoy getting Laced. As playful as it sounded, I would not want to cause her any more pain. I was finally breaking down her emotional defences.

I knew the sex was more intense, more primal than it had previously been. I was afraid I might hurt her during my exertion. Instead, she pleaded for more, begged for more.

I used her need to extract what I wanted from her. Now I needed to find a way to convince her she meant it.

“I was pretty rough, are you okay?” Her face was buried into my chest. I raised her head to kiss her, her eyes teary. I panicked. “Oh god, Mac, did I hurt you?”

“No.” Her voice was low, shaky. “I’m not crying you idiot, I’m still coming. I can’t control it, it’s too overwhelming. My entire body is buzzing and I don’t want it to stop.”

“It doesn’t have to stop, you can have this every day. I want to give it to you. I want it back in return.” I kissed her lips and pulled her head to my chest and stroked her.

My own body was still electrified from her complete compliance.

I carried her to the shower. She clung to me as I washed her, being cautious not to overload her senses.

We hadn’t spoken since we left the sofa. I knew when she came down off the euphoria of her orgasms, her logical side would take over.

I couldn’t allow that, not yet.

If I took her in the shower like I wanted, I could keep her in that state of ecstasy. Keep her brain so scrambled she would tell me anything I wanted to take her there.

I knew the only way to keep her there would be to fuck her twenty-four seven. Even I didn’t have that kind of stamina.

No, I knew I would have to appease to her sensible side eventually.

“I know what you're thinking,” she said, breaking the silence between us. Her sensibly returning. “I should say, I feel what you're thinking.” She reached for my cock and began to work me.

To hell with sensibility, she started something animalistic in me. I was no longer in control where she was concerned. I took her hand and placed her palms against the wall of the shower. I pressed my erection against her ass. “You want to take care of me, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

I placed my palms over hers and pressed myself into her body. “Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” she responded breathlessly.

I removed my hand from hers long enough to cup her, to make sure she was ready for me. I growled as I glided my finger across her wet slick pussy. She was wet and hot and I wanted to go down on her.

There would be time for that later.

“Are you ready, baby?” I knew she was but I needed her to say it.

“Oh god, Richard, yes.”

I entered her from behind.

I relished the thought that our appetite had been equally matched. She allowed me to fucked her every which way.

This wasn't about that. This time I needed her to understand it was more than about the sex.

I had claimed her, filled her, marked her.

I wanted the same from her.

Every time I thrust into her, she gasped. Her insides rippled with each stroke and I doubted she had ever stopped orgasming from our last session.

“I can feel you every time I go in, I know you feel it too, baby.” I would make her feel what I was feeling if it took all night.

“Let it go and feel it.” Her body relaxed against mine. The heat radiating from her body was pushing me over the edge. I needed to stay in control. I needed to take my time with her.

Each thrust I gradually took her deeper, harder. I concentrated on her breathing, the low moans emanating from her throat.

I was totally enthralled in her wetness. My eyes sprung open when she moved my hands to her bottom and arched outward. I raised my hand to her waist and tightened my grip, straightening her posture.

“You little minx, you don’t win this time,” I seductively growled in her ear. She had no idea how close I was to succumbing to her. I continued to make love to her slowly, sensually, assaulting her emotionally.

I knew she would say it if I gave in to her what she wanted physically. I needed to hear her say it and mean it. I wouldn’t ask for it again. It needed to come from her willingly. Not because I demanded it of her.

I didn't know if her body was shivering from the cold when I turned off the shower or from the pleasure she was accepting from me. A pleasure I was losing to. My willpower was failing, my resolve diminishing with every second.

I moved my hands to her ass. She understood the implication and arched her back and pushed her herself into me.

I pumped into her, my balls so tight they felt ready to explode. I could feel the jerking of my cock while it emptied into her, coming harder than anything I’d previously experienced.

When I was done and soft, I slipped out of her and turned her to face me.

I reached for the shower knobs and turned on the hot water long enough to clean ourselves. I regretted removing my smell from her. I liked knowing she was mine.

She was staring blankly into my eyes. They were bright, blue and hypnotizing. We stood naked in the shower staring at each other, anchoring each other to reality.

“I love you.”

The minute the words escaped her lips I claimed her mouth and pulled her closer. I doubt she had room to take air into her lungs.

I had waited, hoped.

“I love you too, baby, I always have.” I reached for the bathrobe and wrapped her securely like I was protecting the most precious gift I had ever received.

“I only have one robe. Someone borrowed the other one,” I teased her with a playful wickedness.

I quickly dried myself and threw on sweats. “Let me feed you, we haven’t eaten since breakfast, and barely that.” I took her hand and led her to the kitchen. I pulled out two bowls.

“Antonio’s chili,” I grinned as I filled her bowl and placed it in front of her.

“You were going to feed me canned beans when you had Antonio’s?”

I was not quite sure if there was a hint of amusement or resentment in her statement.

“I wanted to make sure you were actually going to eat this time.” I said, my voice calm, non-accusing. I was not sure where her mood was and if I pushed her too soon, I might regret it.

“You can stop tiptoeing around me. I’m not going to break or run.” Her playful demeanor was returning.

She scooped the food into her mouth, “Yum, this is really good.” After a few mouthfuls she looked at me. “You didn’t play fair.”

I walked around the counter and ran my hands through her silky hair, still wet from the shower. “That’s because I was playing for keeps.” I kissed her fiercely for a few seconds and pulled away.

“Did you mean it,” Mackenzie paused, “or did you think that was what I wanted to hear?”

“I meant every word. I came here knowing what I felt. I came here hoping you felt the same.” I placed my bowl on the counter and sat beside her.

“Eat, then we will talk, really talk. This time only talk,” I said, my wicked grin letting her know I was well aware of the fact that with us, talking led to sex.

With us, everything led to sex.

First we would finish dinner. Then she would have to get dressed. There was no way we were going to talk with nothing more than a bathrobe between her and her undeniable soft skin.

As I watched her enjoy her meal, our conversation buzzed in my in ears, not quite penetrating to comprehension. She was beautiful and sexy and all I was aware of, was how sensual her lips were. Every time the spoon entered her mouth, all I could imagine were those pink pouty lips surrounding my cock instead.

“Richard, are you listening, Richard?”

She pulled me out of my trance. “Of course I’m listening, every word.”

“Liar. I’m going to get dressed, then we’ll talk about this.” She waved her hand between us. She kissed me and retreated to the bedroom.

I took in a deep breath. Was her saying she loved me enough for her to agree to this?