The tension that’s already boiling turns excruciating when Macy shifts my thoughts back to the present by rocking herself against my stiffened shaft. We’ve had a handful of dry hump sessions, and some X-rated, self-exploratory exposés in the shower, but this, knowing I can remove my dick from my pants and not risk hurting her, is top tier.
I’ve dreamed of this moment.
Although Macy’s kisses make me forget the world, my promises are another matter. “You’re on baby duty, punk.” Silence meets my demand, but it doesn’t weaken the authority of my following words. “Don’t act like you’re not watching. I’ve felt your beady eyes on me all night.”
Brandon’s laughter trickles through the speaker of the smart TV pompously hanging on the far wall of the suite’s living room. “You’ve got two hours, max, before Mason wakes up for a feed. Make the most of it.”
Before I can reply, Macy whispers for me to take our exchange into the second room of our suite. “There’s no TV in that room, and the baby monitor is an old-school unhackable device.”
“Party pooper.” Brandon shouts to make sure Macy’s giggles don’t drown out his reply when I nearly trip while we fumble toward the room we previously had no use for.
I can’t mistake her eagerness. She’s as on edge as I am. Proof? Her hand is down the front of my boxers, stroking my cock, and she shoved my pants down around my ankles.
“Your hand feels so much better than mine. A hundred times better.”
I swallow her moan when she drags her thumb over the split in my crown to gather a droplet of pre-cum. She swivels the sticky goodness over the head of my dick before she slides itdown the vein feeding my monster erection. Her long, controlled strokes drive me wild with desire.
“I’m so fucking hard it hurts. That’s what you do to me, freckles. You drive me insane.”
As we stumble toward the bed, our lips as connected as our crotches, I rock my hips upward, rubbing my pulsating cock against her palm before piercing her opening with its head. I step and rock, step and rock, until cum presents at the crest of my cock, and I can’t take the teasing any longer.
Macy squeals when I toss her onto the bed, and her recently washed hair whips up a smell I’m obsessed with. Only one thing matters more. No, it isn’t Mason’s newborn scent that brings mortals to their knees. It’s the smell of Macy’s aroused state.
Her dress, which is wrapped around her waist like a belt, erotically exposes the shadows of her lacy panties. She’s wet enough to stain the delicate material, and I’m too desperate to taste her to consider the pleas of my cock.
“Need to taste you. I’ll die if I’m denied a second longer.”
As her chest rises and falls, I slip my fingers beneath her panties and circle her clit with my thumb. It is so responsive to my touch that her thighs tremble as a red hue creeps across her cheeks.
Her moans deepen when I delay tasting her for a few minutes so I can marvel at how much her features change when she’s turned on. She isn’t an agent or a mom right now. She’s a woman—my woman.
Macy writhes against the sheets when I slip two fingers inside her. I pump them in rhythm to the frantic beat of her clit, which hardens more when she slicks my palm with her wetness.
“Oh… Christ, Grayson. That feels so good. I can’t wait until you replace your fingers with your cock.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for that, freckles? You’re already struggling to take my fingers. Do you think you’ll be able to handle my cock?”
Pre-cum leaks from my crown when she asks with the utmost certainty, “Have I ever backed away when challenged?”
“Never.” I tug her down the mattress, my fingers never leaving her pussy. “But there’s no harm in ensuring you understandexactlywhat you’re getting yourself into.”
After kneeling, I use my free hand to snap off the damp material hiding the wonderment of her pussy from my eyes before I blow a hot breath over her slicked slit. She moans. When my mouth finally lands on her delicious-smelling pussy, I barely hear her over my thudding heart.
I don’t remove my fingers from her pussy while eating her like I’m starved of taste. While lavishing her clit with the full attention of my mouth, tongue, and teeth, I finger-fuck her greedily.
I eat her hungrily. Desperately. I can’t get enough, and before she can warn me, an uproar of devastation rips through her body.
Macy’s moans when she comes are lyrical gold, and the way her thighs hug my ears assures me I need more than one of her orgasms coating my face.
Her pussy tightens around my fingers when I talk over her pulsating clit. “One more.” But she doesn’t reply. I don’t believe she can.
I like that a lot.
As I swivel my fingers, stretching her in preparation to take my cock, I tap her clit with my thumb before slowly rolling it. My fingers are still pushing in and out, but I slow down when she tries to hide her ecstasy-riddled face with a pillow.
I want her to watch me like she has in the shower multiple times, and to see how my body reacts to her excitement. Pleasingher is enough to make me come, and I need her to know that. Regardless of Cameron’s lies, Macy was never a project for me to fix. I don’t want to fix her. She’s flawless as she is. I just want to be with her and admire her. To love her as she should be loved. And although I could do that with words, actions always speak louder.
In addition, I crave her eyes on me. The need is as perverse as my cock’s wish to sink deep inside her.
