His fingers were tracing the top of her bodice, dipping beneath. She felt them on the rise of her breasts.
“Ar-are we going to have an affair, Brad?”
“Yes, honey, we are.”
His words were harsh, and she reveled in the fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“When I saw you in this dress, all I could think about was stripping it off you.”
“Oh yes,” Macy sighed as one large hand cupped her thigh.
She pushed his shirt off his body, and then placed her lips on his chest. Kissing him, she ran her tongue around one nipple and then the other. Macy was working on instinct because she'd never done anything like this with Brian.
“Sweet Jesus, honey, that's good.”
She continued down his body, using her hands and mouth on him, and loved each indrawn breath. One of his hands sifted through her hair, the other touching wherever he could reach.
At his waistband, she undid the button and pushed down the zipper. He helped her remove the last of his clothes.
“You're a beautiful man, Brad Gelderman.”
His eyes were intent, fire burning in the blue depths, and it was all for her. She felt deliciously wanton in that moment. Macy Reynolds could incite a man like this; it was a heady thought.
“Touch me more, Macy.”
She started on his thighs, feeling the strength, and then one hand trailed inward, her fingers wrapping around his arousal. The breath hissed in his throat as she stroked the full flesh. Moving her fist up and down, she bent and licked the top.
His breath was coming out in short bursts as she continued, taking more of him in her mouth. He didn't tell her she was doing it wrong, or pull her hair, he simply stood and let her do what she wanted to him. Macy explored him, teasing him, touching him with the tips of her fingers, and then digging them into his ass.
“I'm seriously dying here,” he rasped, reaching for her. “And you're wearing too many clothes.” He pulled her dress over her head. “I have to see the back view of those.”
She'd put on a pair of blue silk panties. They barely covered her and the back rode high on each cheek.
He turned her, and then she felt his hands run down her thighs as he dropped to his knees.
“You have some seriously sexy curves, honey.”
His licked the edges of the silk, and Macy felt her body ignite. He kissed every inch of exposed skin, then moved to the front and placed his lips above the waistband.
Macy’s breath was ragged as he eased the satin down her thighs and then opened her. The first lick made her cry out, and then she was lost. Panting, moaning, sounds she didn't even know she could make, and soon she was spinning out of control.
His chuckle was dirty as he got to his feet. Picking her up, he dropped her on the bed then straddled her.
“I need to give these some attention.”
And he sent her straight back there as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. On and on he went, and Macy scaled the summit again. When he left her briefly to pull on a condom, Macy wasn't sure she had anything left, but as he eased her hips to the edge of the bed and slid inside her, she realized she was wrong.
“Give me one more, honey.”
“Yesssss.” Macy hissed out a breath as the wonderful feeling started to grow inside her again. But this one was different, bigger and stronger, and when it came she screamed out his name. He grunted and followed two thrusts later.
He fell beside her on the bed, one hand on her stomach, and Macy only had the strength to place hers on top, and then her eyes closed.
She woke to silence,which in itself was odd, as Billy usually woke her demanding breakfast.
Opening her eyes, Macy looked beside her but didn't see Brad. He must have pulled up the covers, because she didn't remember doing it. Her limbs were sore and stiff when she moved them. Smiling at the memory of why, she got out of bed and headed to the shower.
Billy must be sleeping late, or playing with Razzle in his room. The water felt blissful. Dressing in a pair of old shorts and a fitted tank, she ran a brush through her wet hair and headed downstairs.
