by Leah Brooke
“That’s good, isn’t it, honey? Just a little more.” His voice, a deep growl, vibrated over her. Keeping his finger inside her, he moved his hand slightly, sliding a finger over her clit, his firm touch making her jolt. The wicked pleasure just kept growing, creating a hunger so primitive she actually became violent as the pleasure sharpened.
Close to coming, she cursed at him for slowing his strokes, mindless with the need for release. Fisting her hands on the cushions, she fought for the touch that would send her over, bucking her hips and twisting restlessly.
“Mac! Don’t stop. Move faster. Oh, God. So fucking good.”
Each movement worked her ass on his finger, but she couldn’t stop, desperate for the attention to her clit. She couldn’t stop clenching on his finger, the too-extreme sensation of being filled in her most private opening driving her mad.
“Mac! More, damn you.”
Her body clenched incessantly on his finger, but she couldn’t stop, the pleasure so thrilling and wicked, she couldn’t resist it.
Her clit throbbed beneath his finger, burning hotter with each slow, deliberate stroke.
She buried her face in the sofa pillow, so overwhelmed by passion that she couldn’t hold back her cries.
Mac’s warm breath tickled her ear. “Don’t hide your face from me, honey. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying what I do to you. You’re mine and I love you, Jazz.” Brushing his lips over her shoulder, he slid his finger deep. “I love seeing your pleasure. Please don’t hide it from me.”
Digging her knees into the sofa cushion, Jasmine found herself lifting into his touch, bucking her hips as the pleasure consumed her. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” Spreading her knees wider, she threw her head back, gulping for air as the waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Dizzy with pleasure, she fucked herself on the finger he held imbedded inside her ass, which also worked her clit on the finger he held against it.
It felt so good, she couldn’t stop.
Mac’s strokes slowed, and without warning, he thrust his finger deep, so deep she cried out, unable to breathe as currents of pleasure raced through her. Turning her toward him, he gathered her against his chest as she shuddered.
“That’s it, baby. Just let me hold you a little. See, I know what you need, darling. Believe me, it’s only going to get better.”
As the last waves of pleasure washed over her, Jasmine blinked back tears. Trembling, she curled into him, fighting not to clamp down on the finger still inside her.
“Mac.”
Turning her completely to her back, he pushed his finger deeper and slid his thumb into her pussy. Leaning over her, he pressed his lips to hers before lifting his head to stare down at her, his eyes so dark they appeared almost black.
“Yes, baby?”
Swallowing heavily, and unable to stop clenching on him, she looked away, her face burning. “I don’t do things like this. Oh, God. I don’t know what came over me, but—”
Chuckling, Mac hugged her to him. “Oh, Jazz. You’re getting yourself all worked up over nothing. Wait until you see what I’ve got planned for you Friday night. I keep telling you, this is just the beginning.”
* * * *
Later that night, Jasmine snuggled against the heat of Mac’s body at her back, caressing the muscled forearm he’d wrapped around her waist from behind. They’d been in bed for almost an hour, but still sleep eluded her.
Mac shifted behind her and ran his hand over her belly. “What’s wrong, babe? Do you need to come again?” His voice, husky with sleep, had to be one of the most seductive things she’d ever heard.
Pushing at the hand he slid to her mound, Jasmine turned her face toward him. “Are you kidding? I’ve been coming all night.” Moving against the cock pressing at her back, she sighed. “Is something wrong, Mac?”
“Hmm.” He slid his hand higher to cup her breast, his voice thick with sleep. “Got a gorgeous naked woman in my arms. What could be wrong?”
“Then why haven’t you made love to me tonight? I know you want to.” She reached back to stroke his cock, smiling when it jumped in her hand. Her smile fell when he took her hand in his and kissed her fingers.
“Or, is it that you don’t want me?” The thought of it chilled her, the idea that she didn’t arouse him, but he’d made no attempt to make love to her all night, and she worried.
Mac laced her fingers with his and sighed. “I always want you, Jazz. That’s pretty much a given. I can’t be around you without wanting you. You had a bad day today and I’m trying my best to show you what a loving and patient husband I’ll be—not one who’s going to jump you when you’ve had a bad day and make demands. I wanted tonight to be all about you. I’m trying to be noble, and you lie here squirming against me. I should get a medal for resisting you this long.”
The sense of relief and rush of love for the wonderful man holding her made Jasmine almost giddy. Turning in his arms, she took his cock in her hand and leaned over him, thrilling when he rolled to his back.
“Instead of a medal, how about something else?” She brushed her lips over his chest, smiling when his hand went to her hair.
“What did you have in mind?” The husky need in his voice thrilled her even more.
With hot anticipation bubbling in her veins, Jasmine slid lower, smiling again when he stiffened. “I just thought maybe I could repay you and take care of you.”
His thighs, rock hard with tension, spread to make a place for her between them. Both of his hands tangled in her hair, tightening when she touched the tip of her tongue to his cock.
“You don’t have to do that. Come up here and I’ll take you long and slow.”
Tasting the bead of moisture on her tongue, Jasmine smiled again, adopting the same tone he used with her. “No.”
Mac sat up, his hands tightening in her hair as she took his cock all the way to her throat. “Excuse me? Oh, hell. Damn it, Jazz. Fuck, you’re good at that.”
Smiling around the head of his cock, she used her tongue to stroke the underside, thrilling at the groans that poured out of him.
She sucked him gently, spurred on by the sounds of pleasure and his raw curses.
She hadn’t realized how much she needed to do this—how much she’d needed to assert herself in pleasing him. It gave her a confidence she’d lacked for so long, the confidence of a woman who knew she could give her man pleasure.
She had a feeling he knew it and once again, proved that he knew what she needed even before she did.
Mac ran a hand over her hair, his touch gentling. “Damn, woman, I love you. Come here. Please stop, baby. I want to come inside you.”
Lifting her from his cock and against him, he slid her body over his and laid her on the bed next to him. “I wanted tonight to be about you.”
Jasmine pulled him to her, wishing she could see his face. Spreading her thighs, she wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and lifted to him. “I want it to be about us.”
Mac gathered her close and pressed his cock at her entrance. “How could I ever refuse something like that?”
Jasmine moaned at the feel of his cock slowly filling her, lifting her face for his kiss. “Mac, when you’re in this mood, I can’t resist you. Hell, when you’re in any mood. I can’t resist you.”
“Good. It’s nice to know it’s mutual since I can’t resist you, either.”
Neither spoke again for several minutes as Mac took her on a long, slow journey of pleasure, his lovemaking so sweet and tender, it brought tears to her eyes.
Gripping his shoulders, she moved with him in a rhythm that came as naturally as if they’d done it a hundred times. “I never realized how patient you could be. Oh, Mac. I should have known. You’re perfect.” A gradual swell of pleasure built inside her, one that had her clinging to his solid strength. Love for him swelled until she thought her heart would burst.
Happier than she’d been in too many years to think about, she held him closer and grinned. Threading her finge
rs through his hair, she nuzzled his jaw, remembering the look on his face when she’d come home from her date. “I thought you said that your patience had run out.”
Mac withdrew and surged deep again, his body hard and tight over hers. “Now that I have you right where I want you, you’ll find I can be very patient.”
He proved it, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body, leaving Jasmine quivering and drained beneath him.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she breathed in the scent of him. “I never want to move again.”
Turning his head from where he’d buried it in the pillow, Mac chuckled. “Neither do I, but I’m going to crush you.”
Moving to lie next to her, he pulled her close. “Go to sleep, baby.”
“I love you, Mac.”
“I love you, too, Jazz. We’re going to be great together.”
Chapter Eight
By the time Jasmine drove home from work on Friday night, her nerves had stretched to the breaking point.
She dreaded seeing Tom again—dreaded the way he made her feel.
The knot in her stomach tightened every time she thought about being with him again, especially since Mac would also be there. She didn’t relish having Mac witness her strained relationship with Tom and sure as hell didn’t want Mac to see her the way Tom did.
Several times this past week, she’d found herself pulling back emotionally from Mac, fearing that after tonight he would see her in a different light.
Mac seemed to know it, of course, and had been especially loving, holding her close just a little bit longer, but the anger in his eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
When she pulled up to her house, her stomach clenched at the sight of Mac standing at the front door waiting for her. On shaky legs, she got out and started toward him, wiping her damp palms over her thighs.
As she approached, he swung the screen door open and smiled. “Hi, honey. Did you have a good day?” As she passed him, he reached out a hand to caress her breast. “Are you ready to see what evil plans I have for you? I’m sure you’ve been working yourself into a lather all day, haven’t you?”
Frowning, Jasmine paused, leaning against him with a moan as he continued to massage her breast. “I’ve been a nervous wreck all week, and you know it. I have no idea what you have planned and it’s making me crazy.”
Mac grinned, pushing her slightly away from him, his eyes searching. “Well, you’re about to find out, and I plan to make you even crazier.” He took her purse and coat from her and put them away while she took off her shoes. “I know that’s not all that’s bothering you, but nothing I can say to you will change that. You’re just going to have to see it for yourself.” With an arm around her waist, he ushered her down the hall and into her bedroom.
Jasmine barely got a chance to see the items he’d spread out on her bed before he hustled her into the bathroom and started undressing her. “I can get undressed and take a shower by myself, Mac.”
Ignoring her, he finished stripping her out of her clothes. “Good for you, but tonight I’m taking care of you.”
Eyeing the towels spread out on the floor, she glanced up at him, feeling vulnerable now that she was naked while he still wore his worn jeans and T-shirt. “What’s all that for?”
“You’ll see. Lie down there.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Butt on the towel.” He helped her down and urged her to her back. “Stay put.”
Straightening, he turned and went to the counter, retrieving a bowl that he’d filled with water. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, Jasmine.”
Wary now, Jasmine blinked, watching Mac gather shaving cream and one of her razors, along with a washcloth. “Mac?”
Making a place for himself between her thighs, he squirted some of the shaving cream onto his fingers, setting it aside before lifting his gaze to hers. “What, honey?”
Jasmine sucked in a breath when he started to spread the shaving cream over her mound. “What are you doing?” He couldn’t be doing what she thought he was doing.
Glancing up, he smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m shaving you. I want this pussy bare tonight.” Picking up the razor, he narrowed his eyes. “Stay perfectly still.”
Gasping at the feel of the blade swiping over her mound, Jasmine fisted her hands at her sides, trembling with the effort it cost her to remain still. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”
His hand appeared bigger than ever, dark and masculine against her thigh as he held her still while swiping the blade through her curls again, his face a mask of concentration. “Because I want to. It’ll feel incredible for both of us.”
Watching his face as he shaved her, Jasmine struggled to hide her arousal, trembling with nerves and excitement at the slow slide of the razor over her mound.
Each swipe of the blade sent a thrill of alarm through her that heightened her arousal.
When he spread her thighs wider, she had to bite back a moan at the delicious feel of his fingers spreading more of the cream over her folds. Each touch increased her awareness until her slit became so sensitized that each slide of his slick fingers drew a gasp from her.
Glancing at her again, Mac touched a finger to her clit, his eyes flashing at her whimper. “You’re doing so good. Now, it’s even more important for you to stay still. Just a few more minutes and I’ll be done.”
As he spread the foam and began to shave her again, Mac smiled. “You’re gonna love the way this feels. Haven’t you ever shaved your pussy before?” Using the wet washcloth, he wiped her clean.
“No.” Jasmine couldn’t hold back a gasp, her stomach tightening as a fresh rush of moisture coated her thighs. As Mac gathered everything and moved away, she reached down to touch herself, running a hand over her mound, and shaken that she could even feel the caress of air over it.
“Mac. Oh, my God. It makes me feel naked.”
After dealing with everything, Mac turned and came back, lifting her to her feet. Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her close, and slid his other hand down to her slit. “Naked is good. I want you as naked as I can get you as often as I can get you that way. Come on. Let’s get showered. I have a few more surprises in store for you.”
Jasmine hadn’t showered with a man in a long time, and never with Mac, but he made it an experience she didn’t think she’d ever forget.
Finding it hard to keep her eyes from the sight of his wet, lean, muscular body, Jasmine reached for him, surprised when he reached for her scented shower gel and poured some into his hand.
By the time he’d finished washing her, every inch of her body had come alive with awareness, her nipples and clit throbbing with the need for attention. Lifting her face for his kiss, Jasmine closed her eyes against the shower spray, pressing her nipples against his chest with a smile as he moved against her.
“Very nice.” His voice, a smooth purr, washed over her, the satisfaction in it undeniable.
Gathering her against him with a possessiveness she’d come to rely on, Mac pushed her wet hair back and bent to touch his lips to hers. Deepening his kiss, he pulled her closer, running his hands down her back to her bottom and lifting her against him.
Stunned at the sensation of his hot skin on her bare slit, Jasmine moaned and wrapped her legs around him, crying out into his mouth when, without warning, he plunged his cock into her.
The first thrust of his cock inside her always shocked her, the solid heat unrelenting as it forced her body to adjust.
So hard. So hot. Every bump and ridge caressed her inner walls, the head of his cock so deep, it stole her breath.
Watching her face, he held her, his big body trembling with tension. She loved the expectant look in his eyes as though he watched for any change in her expression.
It linked them, more than just physically, and each time he took her, she could feel the emotional bond between them grow.
She loved his strength, and loved the way he held her.
; Firm, but tender, making her feel secure and so loved even when passion overtook him and he pressed her against the shower wall and took her with hard, fast thrusts.
With one hand behind her neck, he held her in place for his kiss, while the other tightened on her bottom, holding her in place for his loving assault.
Lost in sensation, Jasmine held on, relying on his solid strength to keep her safe as the world spun around her. Each time he took her, she thought herself prepared for the intense pleasure, but the force and power of it always stunned her.
Long, rolling waves of it washed over her, from her slit outward, her clit pulsing and so swollen, it became almost painful.
Mac seemed to anticipate her response, his grip tightening and gathering her even closer, absorbing the shudders and jolts she couldn’t contain.
He knew her. Sometimes she wondered if he knew her more than her husband ever had.
Sometimes she wondered if he knew her better than she knew herself.
The physical and emotional joy she experienced in his arms seemed to entwine, making each stronger. The pleasure she received at his hands, and the love she felt for him seemed to know no bounds, the power of both so overwhelming, she started to cry.
Thankful that the shower would hide the tears stinging her eyes, she slumped against him as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her.
Mac groaned and surged deep, bending to press his lips against her temple. “I love the way your pussy milks my cock. Those little fluttering pulses drive me crazy.” Pressing her against the wall, he slid his hand from behind her neck to her hair, pushing it back and staring down at her, his eyes searching.
Apparently finding what he was looking for, he smiled, bending to touch his lips to hers. “You’re so passionate, so incredibly emotional. I love the way you whimper and cry out. Half the time you sound like a purring kitten and the rest of the time, you sound like a woman who’s being tortured. And those tears…baby, those tears bring me to my knees.”