Mackenzie

I had no idea how to explain my trance-like state. When he turned on the jets, my body released all the tension that had been building.

A year's worth of grief exited my body. All I was aware of was him. His soft touch, his insistent use of the word baby, like we were in a porn movie. It should have offended me, instead it comforted me.

It was his word for me, his way of bringing me back. When he called me baby, I knew exactly where I was and who I was with.

I was amazed at how quietly surreal my orgasm had been. The stimulation of the jet pulsing through me had only enhanced the sensation.

At that point he could have done anything he pleased with my body and I would not have objected. I would have insisted and begged for more.

Were the goosebumps developing on my too hot flesh from his touch or the fact that the water in the tub had gone tepid?

I held his gaze, “I didn’t go anywhere,” I responded, “I’m here with you, always.”

My silence during this session must have concerned him. I had not called out his name. I had barely whimpered, and yet in my mind I had been screaming while he fucked my mouth with his tongue with the same vigor he fucked my insides with his fingers until I felt the most blissful release.

Was sex with Richard always going to be a little more intense each time? I had no idea how much my body and mind could take. What would be my breaking point? Did I have one with him?

This type of erotica was new and I craved it more than anything I had ever wanted before him.

“The water’s growing cold,” he told me and I realized he released the drain. “And I want you hot,” he growled.

He lifted himself effortlessly out of the tub and took me with him. I did not want to lose the connection. I did not want to release him from my grasp. I stood before him as he towelled me off, his naked wet body glistening.

Once I was dry, I took the towel from his hands and began to trace the muscular lines of his torso, arms and legs.

He lifted me and carried me to his bed, to our bed. The enormous king size bed that he had never shared before.

He was opening it up, to me. He was opening himself up.

I was not the only one who had shut others out. Richard may have had a lot of women before me, yet he never let anyone truly into his world, his mind, his heart.

Before now.

He pulled back the comforter and placed me in the middle of the bed. My skin had been scorched by his touch. The coolness of the sheets was comforting.

He took his place in the bed and cradled me.

I wanted him to take me. I had been patient and what he was doing seemed cruel. To have him naked beside me and all he did was hold me, caressing me. Bringing me back to full awareness of what was to come. I was ready for him.

What was he waiting for?

“Are you still with me, baby?” he breathed.

“Yes,” I turned to face him.

I had questions I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted the answers to, but was going to ask anyway.

I met his stoic brown eyes, full of fire and passion.

“Richard?”

“Yes, baby,” he sweetly answered.

“How many is too many?” I expected him to flinch, he had not.

“I don’t know,” he held my gaze, his voice steady. “I told you I won’t apologize for my past and I meant it. I don’t say this to hurt you, but I don’t have any regrets. It was how I functioned, how I got things done.”

“I suppose sending them all a thank you note for turning you into a fantastic lover is out of the question.” I leaned in and kissed his playful tempting mouth. “I want you to know I am not judging you,” I hesitated. “I was curious what tricks you might have in store for me next.”

“I wish I could answer that, but I can’t. What I feel when I’m with you turns on my imagination. Some of those tricks were for you only, baby.”

He rolled over on top of me, using his elbow to prop himself up.

“I crave you, like a drug and I’m an addict.”

“Me too,” I confessed.

“Does it scare you?” I whispered softly.

“It scares the hell out of me, baby.”

His honestly startled me. Up to this point he had been completely confident in our connection, in our decision, never wavering.

“I never want to hold anything back from you and I never want to lie to you. Can you give me the same, Mac? Can you give me everything, no more holding back?”

“Yes,” I answered, pulling him down to me and taking his mouth so hard I tasted blood. This was another first, for both of us. Our insatiable appetite for each other held no boundaries.

It was my turn to surprise him with a little trick of my own.

After my first encounter with Richard, I wondered what other things I may have been sheltered with Michael. I did not blame him for wanting to be gentle with me. Our situation was different and should not be compared to my wanting with Richard.

I’d received a copy of the Kama Sutra as a wedding gift and laughed it off as a joke. I decided to thumb through the ancient book and was amazed at the possibilities lying within. I was ready to explore those possibilities.

I let him play with me, tracing his mouth and tongue over my body. I shivered at times when he found my ticklish spots. I knew he would remember those for future reference.

Like he remembered another sensitive spot on my body, or better yet, in my body. I wanted him to go there and he was being coy, teasing.

My days of working in a strip club and listening to my coworkers complain about the men in their lives gave me the knowledge that not all men enjoyed foreplay. They were mostly about the end game, the home run.

I should be grateful Richard was not like that. I was grateful, most of the time.

He ran his hand down my back and settled at the base of my spine. I gasped and he laughed huskily. “That’s right, baby, I’m getting you ready, that’s all.” He knew that spot would have me wet within seconds. It wasn’t necessary, I was wet the minute he lay beside me and touched my skin.

I remembered thinking about him on the way in the truck. I was wet then and again when he lifted me to carry me over the threshold. I would never know another dry minute again, I was sure of it.

His hands slid down and I pulled my legs up, giving him complete access to do whatever he wanted. I was beyond ready for him.

He slid his fingers between my folds, then brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“I know I shouldn’t be thinking of another woman right now, but I really have to give Haley credit for how sweet you taste.

But enough of that, I need to be inside you, baby.”

He entered me with one full thrust, hitting the walls of my womanhood. When he was sure I had stretched to accommodate his monstrous cock, he began to rock, spearing me, over and over.

His strokes were matched by the assault of my hips on his balls as we climbed, higher and deeper. I was completely lost in him and I wanted more.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and I knew he was losing himself to me as well.

I was newly acquainted with the position he had used to bring me to completion and I took advantage of his compromised state.

I lifted my butt accordingly as he pummelled my insides, and then the world exploded in a sea of white light. I was not the only one who exploded. Hot liquid spurted. My inside walls rippled and tightened.

I was clinging onto his cock so tight he could not leave me if he wanted. I was not ready for him to let go until I squeezed every last bit of his seed into me.

The book had come of use after all.

When I was sure he could give no more, I released him and watched his stoic brown eyes focus back to me.

“What the hell was that?” he panted, barely able to get the words out.

“I’ve been reading a book I found at the cabin, it’s called the Kama Sutra. Have you heard of it?”

The corners of his mouth raised in that wicked grin that had me wet before I had even recovered.

“Oh, I’ve heard of it,” he leaned into my ear as if he was afraid someone else would hear. “Maybe I could borrow it sometime.”

“Maybe we could read it together. I packed it and brought it with me,” I giggled.

“You were worried about my tricks. Maybe I should be worried about yours,” he teased as he positioned himself beside me on the bed. “I think I need a new bed. I think we need something smaller. It seems like such a waste, such a big bed and we take up so little room.”

“What if the kids want to sleep with us,” I announced. “This is the perfect size if we have enough for a baseball team.”

I waited for his response. He told me once children were not in his future but he would for me.

“Mac, are you trying to tell me something?” His eyes were bearing down on me.

“No, I’m not hinting at anything, I’m not pregnant. I was wondering if you still thought, someday, that could be a possibility for us?”