by Kyra Fox
“I love how wet you get for me, Goddess.” His face is above my belly button, looking at me attentively as his fingers slide along my slit, rubbing my clitoris back and forth. “You smell like fresh flowers when your pussy is so wet.”
He slides two fingers into me at once, causing me to cry out softly and buck my hips into his hand. He works his fingers inside of me with slow strokes, skillfully touching all the right spots while using his thumb to rub my clit, pushing me more and more toward the edge but never letting me go over. Rubbing the bristles on his chin and cheeks against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, a new sensation that feels so good it’s short-circuiting my brain. He knows my body so well, touches me with such expertise.
“And you taste like vanilla.” I feel his warm breath on my wet skin, and then he replaces his thumb with his tongue, flattening it as he licks my sensitive nub and takes it into his mouth with light suction. I gasp at the wet touch. “I’ll never be able to eat ice cream again without thinking about your pussy.”
His words are making my brain swirl, I can’t remember why I never liked oral sex. Everything about Mac’s mouth on me is breathtaking and mind-melting, and I want more.
As if reading my mind, he removes his fingers and hooks my knees over his arms, opening me further to him, running the flat of his tongue over my slit, along my folds and creases.
“That feels so good.” My breath is coming out ragged, almost tortured, I need to come badly. I weave my hands into his hair and urge him to take things further.
I’m not ready for the jolt of electricity shooting through me when his tongue darts inside, my hips buck up, and one of Mac’s arms moves under my ass, bringing me even closer to gain deeper access.
His other hand finds its way back to my clit, rubbing it in circles in perfect timing with the tantalizing motion of his tongue.
“Fuck, Mac, I can’t… I need…” And then the first wave washes over me, so overwhelming I can’t make a sound except for the gasps leaving my O shaped mouth.
Mac doesn’t relent, continuing to give me the sweet pleasure of his mouth as the waves come crashing over me again and again until my body can’t take anymore and goes limp on the blanket. Mac’s face is still between my thighs, kissing me soothingly now, bringing me down from my ecstatic high.
I’ve never been able to let go with anyone when it came to oral sex. I was always in my head, afraid of all the things that could go wrong. But Mac had so skillfully touched me, spoken to me, soothed me, that by the time his mouth was on me I could only think about how right it all felt.
Everything with him feels like it belongs; like it’s just right. Like it’s meant to last forever.
MAC
I keep easing Zoe out of her orgasm, wondering if she needs to be reminded to breathe, but as the tremble of her body subsides her breathing starts to even out, and I climb back up to face her, pretty sure I’m grinning like a fool.
She looks at me through hooded eyes, smiling like she’s high and wiping my chin with her thumb.
“Hi.” She beams up at me, and my heart melts—she’s glowing with a post-orgasmic hue which makes her look like a goddess for real.
“Hi yourself.”
“Your face is all wet.” She states, her voice so sated she’s practically purring, making my cock throb against her thigh.
A small gasp escapes Zoe, I swear I hear a soft “yes” escape with it, and she shifts so we’re aligned, reaching out to my jeans to get a condom, but I stop her by lacing my fingers with hers and bringing our joined hands above her head.
“Only you,” I whisper, looking into her eyes hoping she understands what I’m trying to tell her. “Since the moment I saw you.”
Her breath catches, her eyes soften to the point I worry she might start crying, and she nods.
“Only you,” she whispers back, and I can’t stop the warm feeling spreading through my chest all the way up to my face, causing me to smile with a kind of joy I haven’t felt for a very long time.
My lips meet hers, tentatively at first, letting her set the pace of the kiss, licking and nipping, tasting herself on them with small moans and gasps as I slowly start pushing my cock into her tight wetness. I want to experience every second of her engulfing me without barriers until I’m buried deep inside of her with nothing between us.
We lay still, looking at each other with shared awe, reveling in the feeling of coming together so fully, so perfectly.
“Everything about you is perfect,” I say, repeating the words I said to her our first night together.
I meant them then but now, lying here with nothing between us and nothing around us but the sounds of nature I feel their meaning with everything in me. With the earthy aroma of the woods surrounding us, mixing with the scent of our shared bodies. With no one but the two of us, our warm breaths condensing in the cold air creating one big misty cloud of shared oxygen between us. Now I mean those words tenfold.
She’s perfect in every way possible, so much so it makes my heart hurt.
“Is it supposed to feel this good?” she asks with a reverent whisper.
“Everything feels this good with you.” I lean down to kiss her, stroking her tongue with mine in a deep sensual kiss.
Our hips start moving in tandem, slowly at first, enjoying the newness of it all. I let myself get lost in the softness of her body, the warmth of her enveloping me as her hand explore my chest and back.
I fight the urge to pick up the pace, wanting to prolong our lovemaking as much as possible, wanting to never stop feeling the way I feel right now, but I can’t hold back forever.
I start moving with longer and faster thrusts, beads of sweat forming on my forehead despite the cold night air around us. Her hands tangle in my hair, and her heels move higher up my body, allowing me to sink even deeper into her.
“You feel so good. I love being so deep inside of you,” I gasp, continuing my feverish thrusts. Zoe is reeling toward the edge with me, her moans becoming louder and more frantic as we move together in desperate need.
“I need to hear you say my name, Zoe.” I squeeze her hand to get her to look up at me. “Please.”
Even through her sex addled brain, she knows what I’m asking of her, knows what it means to me.
“Come inside of me.” Her heated gaze locks onto mine. “Make me yours, Eric.”
Hearing her moan out my name like that through those rosy lips, telling me to claim her as mine, gives me the final push and my entire body tenses as I spill inside of her with an earthy cry. Her walls squeeze me as she follows with her own climax, pulling me even deeper into her, and it’s as if I can feel her everywhere.
We lay there for a while, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies as I stay nestled inside her, but eventually, I have to slide out.
I reach over to grab another blanket and cover our naked bodies. Zoe lays her head in the hollow of my shoulder, draping her arm over my torso and her leg over my thigh. I stroke her back in lazy circles as she splays her palm against my chest, my eyes are drifting shut as I feel a satiated state of sleep start to overcome me.
“Thank you.” She surprises me by breaking the soothing silence.
“What for, my goddess?” I murmur with my eye’s already half shut.
“For trusting me enough to do that.” I smile and pull her closer to me, wondering if I should tell her that this is by far the best moment of my life, that I should be thanking her for letting me experience something even close to true bliss.
“Thank you for being trustworthy,” I say instead and kiss the top of her head.
She sighs with content, and I feel her lashes slowly flutter down as she’s taken over by sleep, her shallow breathing lulling me further into a deep slumber.
Chapter Eleven
ZOE
A faint ringing noise brings me out of my peaceful slumber. I huff and bury my face further into Mac’s chest, trying to shut it out, but it’s insistent until eventually, I can’t ignore it.<
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This has to stop happening to me!
Rolling over to dig my phone out of my bag, I swear up and down at whoever is calling me right now, only to panic when I see the name on the screen.
Scrambling to my feet, I pull on my yoga pants and sweater. Not bothering with socks, I stick my feet in my boots and glance at Mac making sure he’s covered in the blanket.
I allow myself to pause my frantic hurry for a few seconds, taking him in as he sleeps soundly, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace. He looks like the epitome of serenity, so heartbreakingly handsome without the weight of the world crushing him down.
He isn’t a heavy sleeper, I know from the nights we’ve spent together that he tosses and turns, waking up to every squeak, but something shifted between us last night and whatever it is helped Mac find his calm, at least for now.
I jump off the truck and walk to the edge of the stream. Taking a deep breath, I answer the phone.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Are you okay?” My dad sounds genuinely worried, which confuses me.
“Yeah, I’m great,” I answer. “Why?”
“Your mom has been trying to reach you since early morning, kept getting your voicemail.” I frown, looking at the screen of my phone and realize I don’t have any bars. I also glance at the clock and see it’s 9 am.
“Wait, how did you get a call through?” The silence stretches on until I give up. “Fine, I don’t need to know how you’re using bureau resources for personal needs.”
“This isn’t about me, Zoe.” He sounds all stern with his FBI voice, and it does nothing to impress me.
“I’m sorry I worried Mom,” I relent, “and you. But I’m twenty-five-years-old, you can’t police me every time you can’t reach me for a couple of hours.”
“I know.” My dad’s voice softens. “You did promise your mother you’d talk to her this morning, though. She misses you being half-way around the world.”
I smack my head; I had totally forgotten. “I’m sorry,” I say again. “Mac took me to this remote spot for a picnic. We were supposed to head back to the city last night, but we fell asleep.”
“Mac?” I imagine my dad perk up in his office chair, and I smile.
For all his shortcomings, my dad had never abused his position with the FBI to meddle with my love life or play threatening father to the guys I date. He had always trusted my judgment and respected my privacy, so I never felt the need to hide things from him.
“This guy I’ve been seeing for a few weeks now.” I bite my lower lip and smile. “You’ll like him, Dad, he’s different than anybody I’ve ever met before.”
“That sounds promising.” I can hear him grin through the receiver. “I’m in Boston for work in a couple of weeks, we can have dinner.”
“I’d like that.” I smile to myself again, looking out at the stream and soaking in the calm of the nature around me.
“I’ll tell your mom you’ll reschedule a call once you’re back on the grid.”
“Thanks, Dad. Love you. Even though you use bureau resources to stalk me.”
“Love you too, Sunshine.” My dad laughs, and we hang up.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I stretch out my limbs.
“What bureau is your dad working for, exactly?” I give a startled squeal and shoot Mac a dirty look. He has the drowsy glare of a person who had just woken up naturally from a deep satisfying sleep, his eyes still hazy and his mouth in a dopey half-grin.
“The kind that can make it like you never existed if you kill his only daughter by giving her a heart attack,” I huff at him, my hand over my racing heart.
“You’ll survive.” Mac chuckles and opens his arms, beckoning me to come to him.
I saunter up the back of the truck and plop myself in Mac’s lap, straddling him, not at all surprised to feel his glorious morning wood pressing against my thigh.
Mac starts nuzzling my neck. He would have kissed me, but he knows I have a thing with kissing before I brush my teeth. He respects my boundaries that way, never pushing when he knows it’s a solid one but always challenging me where he can tell the boundaries are looser.
“He’s in the FBI, the Intelligence Branch.”
“Well, that’s not intimidating at all.” Mac snorts into my neck with a sarcastic tone and pulls me even closer. Another point to him. Most guys would be running for the hills at the mention of my FBI agent dad. At the very least it would be like a bucket of ice water, yet Mac doesn’t seem the least bit phased.
“I have a question.” I trail my palms over his broad shoulders, and he hums against my neck, causing a delightful tremor to tickle my nerve endings. “Should I call you Eric all the time now?”
He looks up at me with surprise in his expression, as if it’s an entirely random thing to ask, and considers my question.
“I think only when we’re alone, for now. Is that okay?” He seems worried that it might offend me somehow. Whatever changed last night was a big step for him, I can tell, but he’s still reserved.
“I don’t mind, but I’d like to know why.” I run my fingers through his tousled bed hair.
“You’re the third person in the world that I’m letting call me Eric. I’m pretty sure half the people in my life don’t even know my first name, let alone get to call me by it.” He takes a deep breath under my quizzical stare and pushes my bangs out of my face. “My mom was a big Disney fan.”
“You’re named after Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid?” I want to say I love that movie, but something tells me it’s not a good thing in this case.
“Yep, and Phil after Prince Philip from Sleeping Beauty.” He grimaces, affirming my gut feeling; it’s clear he isn’t happy about the origins of his name. “I don’t want to be anybody’s prince, Zoe. I don’t want a girl who’s always waiting for me to save her.”
“What do you want?”
“I want a woman who challenges me and keeps me on my toes. One who’ll break my nose and spread a rumor that I have a tiny dick if I cross her.”
I burst out laughing, and Mac grins at me in triumph.
“Oh my God, you’re not sane.” My stomach aches from how hard I’m laughing. “Eric is for use only in the sack, no problem.”
Mac’s already back at my neck, grazing it with his teeth while his hands trail up my sweater. He pauses when he realizes I don’t have anything underneath.
“This is your best outfit yet, Professor,” he teases, and I giggle.
“Well, Mr. Mackenzie, I’ll take that on notice.” I shudder as his fingers graze my nipples, I let him play with me for a few minutes, grinding my hips against his erection, before I grab his arms and push him back on the blanket.
He can easily take control of the situation, being so much bigger than I am, but he just lays back with a smile.
Trailing my fingers down his torso, caressing every inch of his chest and abs as I watch his eyes haze over, I press my lips to his chin and start following the path my hand had traced, much like he had done to me last night. The memory of Mac’s lips on me makes me moan into his skin, and his hips bucked up as he lets out a soft groan.
“Patience, Mr. Mackenzie.” I love how I have that effect on him, how a single moan can drive him wild with want.
I lick one of his nipples and graze it with my teeth. Mac sucks in a sharp breath but otherwise remains still. I reward him by letting my hand continue its descent until I find his throbbing cock and start stroking it, wrapping my fingers around it with almost no pressure, so my touch is feather-light.
“Zoe,” he growls. “Don’t tease.”
“This better?” I tighten my grip, continuing my steady pumping, he groans and nods. “How about this?” I add my tongue to the mix, licking him around the motion of my hands.
“You’re so sexy, my little goddess.” Mac’s voice is raspy. He props himself on his elbows, watching me work my hand and tongue over his cock.
“I’m glad you like.” I smile at him coyly before
taking him into my mouth, my eyes locked onto his.
Mac’s head rolls back, and he groans again before returning his heat-filled gaze to me, his eyes boring into mine.
I make quick work on him with my mouth and my hands; it doesn’t take long before his fingers are weaved through my hair and his hips are thrusting forward in an attempt to get as deep as he can. I feel his cock starting to pulse, so I increase the suction, his fingers in my hair tighten and in no time he’s climaxing, repeating my name loudly as if it were a prayer.
When he’s done, I kiss my way back up his abdomen and torso, sitting up next to him, I grab a bottle of water from the cooler.
“You’re so good at that.” Mac rolls on his side and grins at me with satisfaction.
“You sound surprised. I’ve sucked you off before, Eric. You know I’m good at it.” I find his trunks and jeans and hand them over to him as he laughs, shaking his head as he tends to do when I speak brusquely.
“The sight of your dirty mouth around my cock never ceases to amaze me.” He pulls on his clothes and turns around to find his undershirt.
“That has to be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” I flutter my eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion, and Mac laughs again.
“You hungry?”
“Starving, we never got around to eating last night.” My stomach grumbles just then to really drive my statement home, and Mac opens the cooler, pulling out boxes.
“It’s more of a dinner than a breakfast.” He starts as he passes me plates and cutlery. “But it’s still damn good. Plus, the sooner I feed you, the sooner I can get you home to brush your teeth so I can kiss you again.”
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks; it’s such a sweet sentiment, and it settles right in the middle of my stomach, making me feel elated and nauseated at the same time.
Mac loads my plate with delicious-looking food and grins at me as if knowing the effect his words have on me. He’s prepared creamy pasta with mushrooms and bacon, a side of some braised broccoli with a seasoning I don’t quite recognize, and a spicy tomato salad. I feel my heart flutter at how much thought and effort he had put into our night together, how important it was for him.